Alexis I DuPont High School - Alexis Yearbook (Wilmington, DE)

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WILL OFFICERS QRS IVITIES

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'The SENIOR CLASS of 1958

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Class Will We, the members of the Senior Class of 1958, of the Alexis I. duPont High School, being of unsound minds and many physical disabilities, do hereby revoke all previous statements, false or otherwise, and other nonsense of a testa- mentary nature, said to be said by us: . I, gamona Ashby, leave. to my sister, Maureen, all my old ames. L L L L L Herbert Barnes, leave to Mr. Pearce, by boat building ability. John Bastian, leave to Lee Armington, all my Spanish grades Jayne Blevins, leave my long hair to Mr. Boyer. Cliff Breeding, leave to Dr. Nash, my ability to chase girls. Janice Brittingham, leave to Margaret Riggin, my quiet ways. I, Norma Buchanan, leave to Sidney Smith, my rabbit nose. I, llriaubra Bundick, leave to A. I.'s NO. I violinist, my long air. I, Molly Bushong, lave to anyone who wants it, my driving L skill. Mary Byington, leave to anyone that needs it, my parking place at school. I, Ronnie Caldwell, leave and take Barbara with me. I, Paul Carkin, leave to a junior, the job of selling next year's Alexis in Miss Stewart's homeroom. I, Bud Cartwright, leave to an incoming track man, my L spiked shoes with the holes in the sole. Steve Chapman, leave to Ronald Jack, ten feet of rubber to scrape off the highway. I, Joanne Cheffins, leave to anyone who needs it, my clear complexion. I, Judy Creedon, leave to Merle Comer, my freckles. I, Wilson Davis, leave to Paul Riggs, my ability to get to school on time. I, James DeLaney, leave to any junior, my handwriting so he can torture Dr. Nash. I, Pat Dobrick, leave to Bill Pruitt, the tassels from my boots for his car. I, Marilyn Dorn, leave my front row seat in Chemistry class to any lucky junior. I, Brenda Dougherty, leave to Jenny Lee Weldin, my natural wavy hair. I, Doc Dougherty, leave my job to anyone who wants it. I, Martha Ellis, leave my height to Patsy Cota. I, Roger Emerson, leave to a 130-lb. monster-one tackle posi- tion. I, Sheila Enright, leave to Alan Forster, my tweezers to take with him. I, Margie Evans, leave to anyone brave enough to read them, L L I II my chemistry notes. Evelyn Faw, leave to some deserving junior, my honorable seat in Choir and place on Choir Counsel. Herb Fletcher, leave to Mr. Boyer, my biology books. Alan Forster, leave my left foot to Terry Martine. Anita Francis, leave my ability to get along with Mr. How- ard to anyone who needs it. I, Judith Anne Frederick, leave my curly hair to Carol John- son. I, Mary Anne Garver, leave to Tommy Thomas, my broken L L L L L L L chemistry equipment. Evelyn Garvine, leave my disposition. William Gass, leave to Mr. Keating, one empty stage. Judith Ann Geiger, leave to my sister, Eileen, my nickname, Tic. Cathy Graham, leave to Laurie Perry my 5'. Dora Greer, leave to any 7th grader, in Homeliving, my ability to sew. Dick Grove, leave to all the junior girls, the memory of me. Bud Gwaltney, leave to any incoming senior a diddy bag full of Dr. Nash's stale jokes. I, John Hahn, leave to my sister, Joan, all of the teachers. I, Pat Hahn, leave my golf clubs to Mrs. Murphy and Mr. Howard. I, David Haldeman, leave to Bobby Keating, the freshman, a L L pair of barber scissors. Judy Hall, leave! Shirley Halverson, leave to any incoming Senior, my job at Greenville. I, Robert Harding, leave my size 13 shoes to anyone who can wear them. I, Dotty Harris, leave to Dieter Korden, my New York accent. I, Mary Lea Haye, just leave. I, Richard Herold, leave in a hurry. I, Ronnie Hickman, leave my baseball uniform to Tim Tansley. L Sandra Hoffman, leave to anyone who wants them, my silk stockings from the Senior Play. I, Howard Johnson, leave to Michael Wistar, 31.25 to get a hair cut. I, Robert Keating, leave to Sid Smith, my big egg plant. L Becky Knowles, leave to Suzanne Hills, a bobby pin. Gloria Kunitsky, leave to anyone who is an only child, my twin, Sonya. Sonya Kunitsky, leave to my twin sister, Gloria, my inno- cence. Stephen Lindell, leave to some worthy junior, my post as chairman of the Clean-up Committee of the Senior Ball. Marshall Lloyd, leave to Mr. Heilman, my absentee excuses to figure out. I, John Long, leave to Archie Hahn, my William Tell Bow Tie. Ann Mahoney, leave to Ann Ganter, my straight hair. Bea Magill, leave to my father, three years of peace before my sister comes to A. I. Gary Marine, leave Dr. Nash and his jokes to the incoming Senior Class. Peggy Marvel, leave to Carol Lucha, my dimples. Michal Messersmith, leave Harry. 4She was wild about him.J Margo McCloskey, leave to who ever can catch it, a green, two-headed, seven-legged rock-eater. Joan McCoy, leave to Winfield Barlow, my curly hair. Virginia McCue, leave to Rita Ventura, both my appetite and my blonde hair. John McGinley, leave to Paul Riggs, my sour jokes. Tod Mighton, leave locker number 365 to anyone who can open it. Phyllis Morse, leave my ghost to march behind the band. Al Mousley, leave to the incoming senior boys, all my girls. Donald Munro, leave to a late junior, my parking space on the bridge. Pat O'Bryan, leave to Leo Rowe, all my empt egg crates. Bobo Olsen, leave to Bill Eichbaum, my ability to bag Cross-country practice without being caught. Helen Price, leave to Dalene King, my long hair. Tony Quintano, leave to all the girls, my love. Also Ramer, leave my little black book to anyone who needs a ate. David Ramsey, leave my good grades to Ralph Davis. Grace Reilly, leave to Marilyn Cumnick, my naturally curly hair. Peggy Rice, leave to some lucky junior, a terrific trip. Dave Riggin, leave to someone who likes money, the office of Treasurer of' the Sports Club. Aija Ripa, leave to someone who is smart, my bad physics grades. Jerr Roberts, leave nothing. I want everything for myself. Sand,y Robertson, leave to Rita Ventura, my ability to stick to a diet. Beverly Sachs, leave to Martha Baird, my naturally blonde hair. Ency Schick, leave, and I hope far behind, my ability for sticking my foot in my mouth, when the other one is already there. Jeffery Schevitz, leave to Mr. Joseph Simmons my twelve children. Patty Seal, leave my letter writing ability to any girl who needs it. Marty Shannon, leave to next year's classes, 180 more days of school. Mary Sheldrick, leave my weight to Ethel Dougherty. Eleanor Sisk, leave my walk to Lillian Thomas. Jane Smith, leave to Susan Hoopes, my one and only dimple. Pat Smullen, leave my English seat to an incoming Senior who wants to hear Macbeth. Charles Springer, leave to Coach Heilman, my bow ties. Lois Stike, leave to Mr. Cowell, my Hot Rod ways. Bob Suhr, leave to any lucky person, my place on the Honor Society. Ronnie Sutton, leave in a heck of a hurry. Barbara Talley, leave my corner in the hall, to anyone who can make good use of it. Jackie Thomas, leave to Barbara Weir, my quiet disposition. Bill Trench, leave to Tony Donehower, all of my classes with Mr. Reilly. Bob Veasey, leave, for good, my front seat in Chemistry. Phil Wagner, leave to any fortunate junior, the class presi- denc . TomyWard, leave to anyone on the Hamburger Squad, my football jersey No. 43. Dave Warner, leave quickly. Susan Washburn, leave to Debbie Walker, my movie maga- zines. Nancy Weldin, leave my best wishes to everyone. Van Wells, leave to Dennis Reilly, my dirty football jersey. Ann Whitman, leave to a future Chemistry student, some burn salve. Pat Yergey, leave to the football team, a pair of slightly used crutches. They'll need them! Carol York, leave to Martha McCallister, my great ability in all sports. Linda Zacovic, leave to any unlucky future senior, my seat in first lunch.