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We the Senior class of "61" being of sound mind and body, hereby make and declare this to be our
last will and testament:
We the Senior class, will to the Junior class our "classy" homeroom in the auditorium with the com-
fortable chairs;
To the freshman class, all our secret entrances to the cafeteria, also we leave our ability to graduate
in only four years;
To ZHS, our Alma Mater, we will the mad Jr. high, in hopes that they will someday graduate. . . . . . .
To Coach Clements we leave the fond (?) memories of the class of "60-61"; and a brand new trash can
for the spacious senior homeroom.
To Mr. Henderson we leave all our discarded college applications, and all our graduation worries.
To the football team of "61" we leave "BRANDON" in hopes that they will enjoy playing them as
much as we did.
To the basketball team we leave jerseys number 22 and 14 in hopes that they will be as well filled
next year as they were this year.
To the band we leave all our worn-out scale and exercise sheets in hopes that they will play them
better than we did.
We, the Senior boys, will to the junior boys all our catty ways, hot-cars, our women, and our private
spot on the causeway for use after the Prom.
We, the Senior girls, will to the junior girls, all our judo holds, halfnelsons, and also all our flirta-
tious ways, (especially with the male teachers.)
I, Shirley Temples, will to Sandra White, my natural wavy hair, hoping that she can control it, and
to Lawrence Allegood my ability to stay on the A Honor roll and not let it bother me.
I, Faye McCallister, will to Virgie Hinsz, my 50" waist line, and my ability to make straight A's in
Advanced math.
I, Mollie Pope, will to Susan Gill, my big mouth and my ability to use it at just the right times.
I, Ann Fazio, will to Jimmy Bolton my seat at the table in DCT and my curly hair, also my nickname
of FUZZY.
I, Doris Stewart, will to Patty Wolfe, my ability to make good grades in shorthand.
I, Sarah Downs will to Shirley Griffin my ability to fail bookkeeping.
I, Betty Sanford, will to Lorraine Wallace, my tall, slim, figure.
I, May McCallister, will to Walter Rowland my ability to never be tardy to any of my classes during
my four years of high school.
I, Linda Allen, will to Linda Robinson, my ability to never have a detention in my four years of high
school.
I, Mary Alice Gill, will to Tommy Geiger, my great height of 5' and my beautiful, long, three-
colored hair, which I no longer have.
I, Vera Griffin, will to Elzie Dees, all my tight skirts in hopes that he can fit into them.
I, Alice Faye Bembry will to Charles Perry, my old rusty Ford to go with his, which our fathers prom-
ised to paint, but never did, and my long lost memories of Baptist Ridgecrest Assembly.
I, Wayne Carter, will to Bruce Armstrong, my brain and hope that he will get more out of it than I
did, which was very little.
I, Margaret Ann Johnson, will to Hazel Greene, my towering height of 5' 9 5/8", better known as
6' 1".
I, Marion Canaday will to Brenda Howell, my ability to be captain of the cheerleaders, and my deep
voice and big mouth.
I, Lola Padgett, will to Marsha King, my athletic ability and my straight A's in shorthand.
I, Judy Williamsen, will to Clyde Bracknell, my old, worn-out Spanish book if he is crazy enough to
take it.
I, Barbara Higginson, will to Juanita Widener, my ability to yodel, and to Bobby Hilton, my ability
to be a math genius.
I, Frances McKee will to Sharon Pach, my reserve seat on the bus, and hope that she handles it.
I, Nell Odom, will to Pauline Widener, my height of five feet and to Judy Surratt my book entitled,
"How to keep your waistline in the 20's".
I, Arthur McKendree, will to Louie Holt, my ability to make out with the girls and also my intelli-
gence for passing chemistry.
I, Richard Adams will to Frank Kersey my glasses, since he threw his away, and my ability to flunk
Chemistry and graduate.
I, Judy Carlsen, will to Margaret Love my ability to stuff the smallest purses with the most stuff and
my ability to go steady with the same boy all through high school.
I, Owen Blackden, will to Harry Thain, my worn-out athletic socks and my ability to talk my way
out of problems.
I, Beatrice Pringle, will to Shirlene Adams, my old, ever-failing typewriter in office practice and
my ability to stay off the honor roll.
I, Ronald Tanney, will to Eugene Tilley, my wonderful brains, my fabulous build, and my green car
that never gives me any trouble.
I, Merrily Baggett, will to Linda Cavin, my ability to adorn my left hand with a diamond ring.
I, Enzell Ward, will to Norman Weaver, my title of being the laziest clod in the Senior Class, know-
ing he will step right into it, and my dislike for tests, business Math, English, and the wonderful lunch-
room food.
I Don Dunford, will to Ralph Chamberlain, my square inch of land in Alaska in hopes that he will
be able to grow snowbirds.
I, Sharon Wolancevich, will to Mary Ann Bialik, my ability to make straight A's in Algebra and my
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