Garneta: "Don't be silly, what do you think the scrub teams are for?"
Wayne Munn: "Would you scold anyone for something they didn't do?"
Mrs. Davis: "Why, no Wayne, of course not."
Wayne Munn: "That's fine, I didn't do my homework."
CLASS WILL
The last will and testament of the class of 1948, of Tyner High School.
We, the members of said class, being of sane mind well stored with knowledge, do hereby decree and bestow our legacies in full and unconditionally, to wit and as follows:
To our beloved sponsor, Miss Klinedinst, we bequeath the memory of our class brilliancy, our remarkable recitations, our industrious habits, our proper department, our sunny dispositions, our beauty and our wit. May this memory ever remain bright and be a comfort in lonely hours of the future.
To the classes who have been associated with us we leave our wonderful example as a modern class. May they imitate but never equal us.
We, the Senior Class, Will our ability to always be angels when something goes wrong in school to the Junior Class of next year.
We, the Senior Class, will our beloved seats with all the places with our initials scratched in them to the Seniors of next year.
To Miss Klinedinst, who has been our faithful sponsor, we leave our sincere thanks and appreciation.
To our Coach, Mr. Brown, we will a champion ball team next year. Feed 'em Wheaties!!!
We will to Mrs. Reid, a magic potion that will enable her Home Economics students to eat what they cook.
We will to Miss Hission a good looking husband.
Jack McCarthy wills his height to Joe Bottorff.
I, Carol Karn, am not willing anything because I think Paul McBride and I will need everything we have.
Don Birk wills his name of Salty and his sleeping ability to Zane Munn.
Treva Kock bequeaths her peculiar giggle to Don Remley.
Omer Masterson wills his nickname of "Remo" to anyone having the name of Omer.
We, the members of said class, being of sane mind well stored with knowledge, do hereby decree and bestow our legacies in full and unconditionally, to wit and as follows:
To our beloved sponsor, Miss Klinedinst, we bequeath the memory of our class brilliancy, our remarkable recitations, our industrious habits, our proper department, our sunny dispositions, our beauty and our wit. May this memory ever remain bright and be a comfort in lonely hours of the future.
To the classes who have been associated with us we leave our wonderful example as a modern class. May they imitate but never equal us.
We, the Senior Class, Will our ability to always be angels when something goes wrong in school to the Junior Class of next year.
We, the Senior Class, will our beloved seats with all the places with our initials scratched in them to the Seniors of next year.
To Miss Klinedinst, who has been our faithful sponsor, we leave our sincere thanks and appreciation.
To our Coach, Mr. Brown, we will a champion ball team next year. Feed 'em Wheaties!!!
We will to Mrs. Reid, a magic potion that will enable her Home Economics students to eat what they cook.
We will to Miss Hission a good looking husband.
Jack McCarthy wills his height to Joe Bottorff.
I, Carol Karn, am not willing anything because I think Paul McBride and I will need everything we have.
Don Birk wills his name of Salty and his sleeping ability to Zane Munn.
Treva Kock bequeaths her peculiar giggle to Don Remley.
Omer Masterson wills his nickname of "Remo" to anyone having the name of Omer.