HomeMy WebLinkAbout0102 I, Marion Ryan, leave to Claudia Saladin, my passion for playing marbles.
I, Jerry Sanford, leave my ability to run the hundred yard dash in ten minutes to Ralph Branstetter.
I, Joyce Lummus, leave to Barbara Adams, my empty spools of thread, an old pattern, and some scraps
of material from my sewing project in Home Ec.
I, Buzzie Reutimann, leave to L.B. Jones my fantastic ability to hit only one person at a•time while
driving my truck.
I, Donald Edwards, will my "ape call" to Robert Campbell and my delicate blush and sophisticated giggle
to Lynn Nichols.
I, Theron Howard, will to Bruce Weicht my job and my ugly, brown geometry book with the green and
yellow circles on the cover.
I, Sandra Craig, leave to Rae Foster my list of all the elgible males in this vicinity since I won't be needing
it any more.
I, Marcia Betterman, leave an engraved invitation to Louise Leopold and the rest of the Harmonettes to sing
at my wedding, without charge.
I, Pat Whitehead, give to Pat Rowland, my old rusty music lyre, sixteen slightly used reeds, and some
kleenex to be used to stuff up the holes in her clarinet.
I, Medford Griffin, will my nickname of "Shotgun" Co Ellen Lummus.
I, Alice Hutchinson, leave to Bill Simons my technique at skipping school and my shorthand book to anyone
fool enough to take it.
I, Terry Hancock, do on this day cheerfully will to James Kress six good connecting rods and my safe-driving
abilities.
I, Marvin Gill, will to Libby Jarrett my little book on how to fix the speedometer so it won't register.
I, Laura Higginson, leave to Donna Campbell my ability to give humorous monologues and my homemaking
ability to Judy Oliver.
I, Earnesteen Quick, leave to Lorene Daughtery, my loud, boisterous ways and my love for Z.H.S.
I, Sylvia Sutton, leave to Patty Sante my ability to get along with boys, and teachers and also my blue eyes.
I, Artiste Parsons, leave to Sharon Forbes my hobby of hula-hooping and my long, long hair.
I, Shirley Walker, leave to Edelma Sergey all my talents at being a good cheerleader.
I, Benny Brooks, leave to J.W. Wells my curly, black hair and my ability to duck when an oversized football
player is coming towards me.
I, Lorelei Lincoln,leave my eyelash curler and my eye makeup to Bobby Baggett. Also, I'll throw in the care
of a certain, blonde friend.
I, Margie Braden, bequeath to Burman Baker my fondest ambitions of becoming a bubble dancer and my hobby
of chasing fire-trucks.
I, Mary Ann Hodges, bequeath to Dedi Anderson my small, green, beady eyes and my everlasting love for
banana splits and pickle sandwiches.
I, Fred Trebour, leave (rest at last for the teachers)