Adams Center High School - Hourglass Yearbook (Adams Center, NY)

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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of the Adams Center Central School, Towns of Adams and Rodman, County of Jefferson, and the State of New York, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and fifty-five, believing ourselves tobe of sound mind, do leave this last will and testament to be carried out by Miss Eleanor Greene, as executrix, in accordance to our last wishes. Article I We, the Senior Class do leave to Mrs. Marquette one package of half sheets of paper to prepare all future American History students--for she often says Okay, half sheet of paper. Article II We, the Senior Class do will and bequeath to the Junior Class the following advice: Study as we have studied; obey as we have obeyed; and you will some- day be as renowned as we. Article III We, the Senior Class do bequeath to the faculty the assurance of our highest respect and gratitude. I, Charles Adner, do will my ability to aggravate teachers to anyone who wants it. I, Robert Avery, do will my old Ford car to Tommy Davis with hopes that he can handle it better than I could. I, Paul Bassette, do will my ability to keep Adams Center students in line in the cafeteria to anyone of next year's student council members who feels that he can handle them. I, Keith Clarke, do leave my duties as fourth janitor to John Knapp. I, Beth Brown, do will my chipped glasses to Diane Harter. I, Lucille Besaw, do will my ability to officiate girls' basketball to my sister, Shirley. I, Erma Blood, do will my position on the honor roll to my brother, George. I, Emma Castor, do will my freckles to Miss Greene. I, Eileen Elmer, do will my ability to skip school to anyone who can get away with it better than I did. I, Janice Eveleigh, do will my ability to get along with teachers to Emmet Finley. I, Arlene Glasier, do will my ability to get out of answering history questions to John Knapp. I, Fay Hasseler, do will my height to Carolyn Bezner with hopes that she uses it to advantage in basketball. 17

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From a big cloud of dust and an engine's loud beller. Walks Ed McNeely, he's a pretty good feller. Gartha Nugent, who everyone knows, Is sure to be found wherever Skip goes. Here comes Dick Porter, a Ford man is he. It goes pretty fast--he'll soon hit a tree! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! The faster the better, There goes Carol Parks to the post office for a letter. Now comes a chap, Happy Reed is his name, It was in football that he made his fame. Monica Prouty, a fan of Sandy Creek, Ted and a scholarship in twirling she'll seek. Glenn Robbins, a trumpet he can play, Another Louis Armstrong! some people say. Here comes Barbie Richards, a sweet girl is she, When someone cracks a joke, she'll surely go tee-hee. Jimmy Ryder, with his bass voice. Makes This Ole House everyone's choice. Carol Smith, with her fella', Harv, Living on a farm, she'll never starve. Here comes the Shepard boy, whose first name is Bob, One thing certain, he isn't a snob. Here's Marge Smith, she's a smart little lass. She'll go to New York with the rest of the class. Walter Smith, tho' he's Diane's pride and joy. Is thought by everyone to be a very nice boy. Here's Norma Stevens, a cheerleader we all know, She's got vim and vigor and is always on the go. Jay Stone, Adams Center's mighty mite, To him, almost everything is all right. Here's Lenore Wilson, whose future has been set. She'll soon be mending for a farmer she's met. Fred Williams is a lucky guy, With his '55 Chevy, he'll surely get by. Willard Wright, one of the bashful few, There's never a day that he will rue. And so we say Good-bye to our high school days. To the boys and girls with their opposite ways. But then, of course, we know they'll mix In the grand old class of '56. Lenore Wilson Fay Hasseler

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I, James Hazelwood, do will my private seat in Mr. Wilson's office to David Stoodley with hopes that he is able to do as much homework there as I did. I, Kenneth Heath, do will my knowledge of Adams Center crossroads to Dean Kehoe. I, David Hewitt, do will my ability to date a Senior while a sophomore to any- one who can use it. I, Richard Jones, do will my deep voice to Wesley Colman. I, Homer Lamphear; do will my dish-pan hands to Boots McNeely. I, Phillip Lee, do will my driving ability to Fig Newton. I, Joan Lennox, do will my ability to close any locker door without a bang to Dick Rushnell. I, J anet Marriott, do will my love for horses to Keitha Smith and Martha Lee--for future use. I, Edward McNeely, do will my '41 Plymouth to anyone who can afford to buy oil for it. I, Gartha Nugent, do will my driver education marks to Beulah Waite. I, Richard Porter, do will my ability to stay within the speed limit to Dean Kehoe 1, Carol Parks, do will my case of wanderin'-itis to anyone with a cure for it. I, Monica Prouty, do will my strut to Linda Vout. I. Loved Reed, do will three pounds of lard to Bob Hamilton. I, Barbara Richards, do will my memory to Dick Rushnell. I, Glenn Robbins, do will my lisp to Jane Vincent. I, James Ryder, do will my height to Carol Yando. I, Carol Smith, do leave my picture in Buttered Side Up to be hung in Mrs. Maltby's room--she doesn't like sleepy pupils. I, Marjorie Smith, do will my old, worn-out notebook to my cousin, Keitha. I, Walter Smith, do will my class ring to Diane Harter to lose for me. I, Norma Stevens, do will my giggle to Judy Lendrum. I, Jay Stone, do will my little, red Ford to Bill Kellogg. I, Lenore Wilson, do will my ability to balance chemistry formulas to Carolyn Bezner. I, Willard Wright, do will my shyness to Roger Davis. I, Fred Williams, do will my ability to get along with teachers to Howard Randall. 18