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We, the Senior Class of 1959, being of sound mind, memory, and body (more or less), do hereby
make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament.
To Z.H.S., our battered alma mater, we leave vivid memories of the class of '59, and the
courage the students will need to go on without us.
To the teachers we leave our mark-embedded on tables, desks, walls, ceilings, books, paper,
blackboards, and floors. Also, many many thanks for their untiring efforts.
To Mr. Brown we leave 50 feet of rope and some tranquilizer pills to do with as he wishes.
To Coach Clements we leave a keg of nails, 3 bags of plaster, and 14 bottles of distilled water to
repair the Senior homeroom; also barrels and barrels of thanks for guidance and support.
To Mrs. Swing and Mrs. Childers we leave all our old notes and copy sheets on the annual, and a
great, big THANK YOU for their help on this Zephilsco.
To the Juniors we leave our thanks for the prom and banquet and a well-lighted path to follow as
they embark on their last year, with the hope that they, like we, can be a quiet, dependable, distinguished,
intelligent, dignified Senior class.
To the Sophomores we leave our schemes and unfinished projects for making money, and our highly
treasured book on how to throw a prom for 98 cents and the tin plates from chicken pot pies.
To the Freshmen, a poor, underprivileged, mistreated group of underclassmen, we can only leave
our fondest wishes and most sincere hopes that they, too, will survive and come through with flying
colors.
To the band we leave all our old reeds, sour notes, five shoe laces, a permanently-knotted tie,
and our advice to grin and bear it while playing assignments.
To the football boys we leave sandspur stadium-with all its 482,647,122, and 1/2 burrs. Incidentally,
since our last census at band practice, that number has been decreased due to the fact that we picked
seven bouquets to be distributed among the more deserving members of the faculty.
I, Bob Gerlach, will to Victor Gerlach some jazzy vitamin pills which I concocted in my hideaway in Scotty's
so that he will be able to withstand the torture of the coming year.
I, Richard Kirk, leave my brain to the science department--I hope they get more use out of it than I did!
I, Gayle Garrison, will to Jeanette Howell my ability to go steady with every boy in school before I
graduate; and to Mr. Geiger I leave my mathematical mind and all my grades under 85-I did not want
them in the first place.
I, Nancy Miller, will to Gary Crist my life savings of 47¢ towards his retirement fund.