Goodlettsville High School - Trojan Yearbook (Goodlettsville, TN)

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I, WALTER HEATH, leave my egg throwing ability to Frank Satty. I, PONDER HENLEY, leave Mr. Gross 50 pounds, and may he wear it in good health. I, BECKY HICks, leave hoping to catch Charles and get him to march down the aisle. I, JERRY Hicks, leave after four wonderful, joy-filled years. I, BILL HOOPER, leave my ability to run the life out of a 64 Chev to Butch Horn. I, SHIRLEY HOWELL, leave to get my MRS. Degree. I, JIMMY JARRATT, leave to John Wright my seat in Mr. Blair’s Math class. I, SHERRY JENKINS, leave so that I can drive Rosa around, and around, and around Shoneys, and then around again. I, BOBBY JOHNSON, leave my position on the track team to Bobby Carpenter, hoping he will win first place in all events. I, DON JONES, leave it all to some brave Junior. I, LOGAN KEITH, leave in a big bad T-Bird. I, Vick1 KIRBy, leave my hidden beauty to anyone who wants to waste 18 years looking for it the way that I have. (GOOD LUCK!) I, HOLLIS MALONE, leave Frank Satty a carton of fresh country eggs. I, DOT MARTIN, leave my position as captain of the cheer- leading squad to Bonnie Page. I, NELL MARTIN, leave after dreaming for four years of this event. I, HARRY MARTIN, leave my unfailing hands to catch a pass to Ray Metzgar. I, DEBBIE MATCHAK, leave my chair in Band to any deserv- ing person. I, JACKY MAYES, leave happily. I, GERRI MCCARRELL, leave with Mr. Coss and Mr. Lydon still yelling, “Get up off the floor and play ball!” I, JOHN MINTON, leave my broken locker to anyone who can open it. I, LINDA OZANNE, leave with my mouth still open. I, JANICE PAINTER, leave my musical talent to Mr. Gross who surely needs it. I, SUE ELLEN PARRISH, leave a special thanks to my friends and teachers for making my first and last year at G.HS. a success. I, JESSE PATTERSON, leave. I, VIVIAN PENDLEY, leave the position of vice-president of the Honor Society to some deserving Junior. I, DONNY POWELL, leave G.H.S. taking Linda with me only for her to come back next year as Mrs. Linda Powell. I, JERRY PRESTON, leave to Goodlettsville High School the deeds and actions which I have performed for the benefit of the school. I, JUDY ROARK, leave still walking and talking as fast as ever. I, LYNDA SANDERSON, leave to become a full-time house- wife. I, JupDY ScoTT, leave with many wonderful memories of the great times I’ve had at G.H.S. I, DICKIE SEARS, leave “Crash Wright” and “Flash Ahern” still knocking down walls. I, BETTY Sisco, leave my broken typewriter to some de- serving Junior. I, PEGGY SKAGGS, leave Lila Jones yelling for our basket- ball teams. I, BARBARA SONNER, leave to Linda Stevenson her own locker to keep her own books in. I, SOPHIA SPENCER, leave to join Sam. I, SHIRLEY STEELE, leave ‘Christmas Dance Queen to Judy Jernigan. I, KENNETH STEVENSON, leave my locker to anyone who can get it open. I, JANE STEWART, leave my gym blouse to Nina Swallows who is always losing hers. I, ROSA STINSON, leave still telling Lelon I’m right and he’s wrong. I, JAMES SWING, leave the school still wondering why I came here in the first place. I, RAY TARR, leave my ability to clean Miss Sprouse’s classroom windows to any ’65 Senior who can “rub like mad.” I, LYNDA THOMAS, leave hoping Marty and Carmen will be able to get along without me. I, ANNA THOMSEN, leave with both my G.H.S. diploma and my MRS. degree. I, DIANE TISDALE, leave my being short and chubby to Caroleen Spain. I, BILL VECCHIONE, leave my good sense of humor to all the teachers. I, BILL WADDEY, leave my ability to skip more and get caught less to Jimmy: Stevenson. I, MIKE WALDRON, leave my seat in the office to Wayne Palmer. I, JOHNNY WALLER, leave with hopes of Mr. Murphy be- ing miserable without me. I, JESSE WEBB, leave to help others and get more out of life. I, JERRY WILLIAMS, leave, taking Pott with me. I, WANDA WILKERSON, leave a very happy wife since Feb. on L964: I, GLORIA WINTERS, leave having enjoyed my two years at Goodlettsville High. I, BARBARA WOODALL leave hoping that Nancy Ann has as much fun in her Junior and Senior year as I did in mine.

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LxAos.-T.. We le AN OF Pe APlmkls. BS i= NI COIN We, the Senior Class, after four hard years of work filled with wonderful memories, do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament. Section 1: To Mr. Sircy, we leave him still checking to make sure that everyone in the hall has their little green pass. Section 2: To the faculty, we leave never to forget them and their wonderful guidance through these past four years. Section 3: To our Sponsors, we leave hoping that they will get sweet seniors next year like us in the class of ’64. Section 4: To the Junior High, we leave ya with four more long, but we hope, wonderful years. Section 5: To the Freshman Class, we leave them still looking forward to their last three years. Section 6: To the Sophomore Class, we leave them to take over our places in the hall, and we hope they stay warmer than we did. Section 7: To the Junior Class, we leave our Senior lounge and privileges hoping that they get to use them, for we didn’t. Section 8: Members of the Senior Class make the follow- ing bequests: I, TomMMy ADAMS, leave wondering if I’m wrong in think- ing that I’m wonderful. We, JANE AHERN and SHARYN BATEY, leave Mr. Gross our 100+ guinea pigs, knowing he will take excellent care of them for many years to come. I, LINDA ALLEN, leave my locker with all the ants in it to any lucky person who brings their lunch. I, DEXTER ALLEY, leave the ability to pester Miss Sprouse and get away with it to anyone who is brave, or rather crazy, enough to try it. I, JUDITH ANDERSON, leave taking all the wonderful memo- ries of the things that happened to me at G.H.S., and leaving behind all the rest. I, CAROL ARNOLD, leave my sister Norma riding the bus without me. I, CHERI ASHBURN, leave Monique Allen still getting into trouble in 6th period study hall. I, LINDA BEAN, leave, to some deserving Junior, my corner in the hall. I, FREDDIE BIRDWELL, leave a towel to anyone who sits in front of Mr. Blair in class. I, CAROL BOEHMS, leave my shifts to anyone brave enough to wear them. I, HENRY BOLDING, leave my bleached hair to Coach Frost. I, JUDY BOND, leave hoping Susan Ledham can find some- one else to borrow a comb from. I, BILL BOZEMAN, leave my duty of saying “assembly dis- missed” to next year’s President of the Student Council. I, PAUL BRYANT, leave my ability of getting caught in everything I do to whoever wants it. I, MIKE CALDWELL, leave to Eddie Neebritches, or is it Nobuggy, or Neebright, or is it . . . uh, what was I going to leave him? Page 26 D: oc Tse ESE -A«MeEsNesy Cie Aesese.; © (Ea cleceoes I, JOHNNY CARPENTER, leave wondering if Coach Frost will survive without me bothering him. I, MIKE CARTER, leave my seat in Mr. Blair’s chalk-filled room to Burl Young. I, SHEILA CARLISLE, leave to jump with my father and sing our favorite songs. I, PAT CARTWRIGHT, leave to Anne Abbott my ability to con teachers into voting for me. I, MARY JANE CHAPMAN, leave David to be the last Chap- man to graduate from Goodlettsville High School. I, LARRY CASHMAN, leave G.H.S. after my first and last year to be spent inside these walls. I, MORRIS CLENDENIN, leave to David Roberts my great de- fensive stance because he needs one badly. I, CHARLES COLLINS, leave the school, sorry to go, yet happy that I don’t have to return. I, MAJEL COTTELL, leave my seat in front of Mrs. Nichols to Sara. I, BuDDy CRAWFORD, leave Frank Satty my office in the B.F. Club. I, Dusty CUMMINGS, leave still thinking that muddy water is MH,O. I, DON ‘CUNNINGHAM, leave my No. | position on the foot- ball team to anyone strong enough, rough enough, and dumb enough to take it. I, TERRY DALTON, leave Ray Metzgar my position on the “All-City Team.” I, DAVID ‘DARNELL, leave my height to Debbie Cummings, but all my weight I must keep for myself. I, WESLEY DICKSON, leave my height to Brenda Moon hop- ing she will take advantage of it. I, BEVERLY DISSPAYNE, leave Clinic Bowl Queen to Jane Massie. I, JOHNNY Dopp, leave my books in my locker, like always. I, BETTY ELLIOTT, leave all the fun and excitement of being a senior to Margie Kemper. I, DENNIS FIELDS, leave my position of ““WEAK-BACK” on the football team to my brother Larry. I, JANICE FULLER, leave my basketball suit to anyone who isn’t good enough to play or warm the bench. I, JIMMy GALBREATH, leave first base to Rodney Waller, hoping he does better than I did. I, ROGER GARNER, leave my title of B.O.U. to “Bucky” Brooks or “‘pinocchio” Satty. I, DAviID GILLIHAN, leave the ability to do more and not get in trouble for it to Gale Kent. I, GENE GREER, leave Larry my ability to get into trouble. I, SANDRA HARRIS, leave my Home Economics skill to Ro- handa Butler. I, MIKE HARRISON, leave still getting into as much trouble as ever. I, JOHN HEANEY, leave my books in my locker untouched and unharmed to next year’s senior, Brenda Moon.

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CLASS PROPHECY As Goodlettsville’s school year of 1964 comes to an end, all of us look to the future and what it holds. Being a good friend to a scientist in Florida, I talked him into letting me use his time machine, not yet on the market, and take a fifteen year trip into the future lives of all my classmates. Slowly the machine takes off into the future. Why, there’s Dusty Cummings and he’s on television with his comedy show. He also owns a big ranch out West! As I travel on in the year of 1979, I see several football players in a big stadium. I should have known who two of them would be; Walter Heath and Terry Dalton, professional players for the Greenbay Packers. Believe it or not, there is Oh, that man looks familiar, so let’s stop and look around awhile. Henry Bolding, their manager. Good luck boys! Well, if it isn’t Mike Caldwell, and he is a professor as well as the president of Vanderbilt University. Along with him is one of his friends and fellow professors, Bill Bozeman. After traveling this far I think I will stop for lunch. Upon entering the restaurant, the first person I see is Linda Allen, the chief dietician of this restaurant, as well as 30 others. On the wall are pictures of great athletes and stars. Among them are Buddy Crawford, Johnny Carpenter, and Harry Martin, all great Olympic track stars, as well as partners in the architectural field. While waiting for my meal, I glance around and see none other than Beverly Disspayne, now an airline hostess in on leave. She is having dinner with those great career women; Dorothy Martin, Shirley Steel, and Beckie Hicks. After discussing things with them for awhile, The first mentioned is Rosa Stinson, whom I find is now the we, as usual, begin gossiping about our old friends. owner of an international string of beauty salons. Her top managers are also old friends: Nell Martin, Janice Fuller, and Shirley Howell. I am so glad to see them reach success! As I leave the restaurant, I decide to go to the art museum to see if any of my friends have made good in the field of art. There is a collection of modern art by my old friend David Gillihan, who is also a fine draftsman. On the op- posite side of the wall is a portrait of a little girl painted by Vicki Kirby, Upon looking at it, I remember hearing “Vick” say that she would make a million. dollars painting. I see that she is well on her way. Other great representatives of the art world are Majel Cottell and David Darnell, both with terrific art exhibits in the museum, As I leave the mu- seum, I glance across the street and see one of the most beau- tiful buildings I have ever seen. After inquiring, I find it was designed by those famous architects, Jerry Preston, and Mike Waldron. The construction was by Jacky Mayes. Part of the offices in this building are occupied by those great lawyers; John Heany, Charles Collins, and Johnny Dodd. These men,’ Page 28 by the way, employ many secretaries among whom are Bar- bara Woodall, Diane Tisdale, Peggy Skaggs, Judy Bond, and Jane Stewart. While leaving the building, I find my attention straying to the hospital across the street. As usual, my curiosity has gotten the best of me. This is the place where that great scientist, Jimmy Jarratt, is employed. In the lab next to him is that famed biochemist, Hollis Malone, who is in deep conversation with the psychologist of the hospital, Sue Ellen Parrish. Other employees are Linda Bean, a receptionist, and Jane Ahern, the pharmacist. The nurses include Sharyn Batey, Anna Thomsen, and Debbie Matchak. After looking over the hospital, my interest in the school system has been awakened. The first teacher I met is Pat Cartwright. As we talk, she informs me that other teachers are Lynda Thomas, Judy Roark, and Judy Scott. As I check my watch, I find that only three hours are left of my allotted time, and I still haven’t found out about all of my class- mates. So I call upon one of my friends, Sherry Jenkins, an accountant now, and ask her to give me the “lowdown” on everyone. I find that Freddie Birdwell is now a test driver of cars built by Donny Powell and owned by Gene Greer. Dennis Fields is a commercial artist, and Roger Garner is a Certified Public Accountant. As we pause to listen to a record on the radio, Sherry explains that it is by James Swing, Jerry Williams, Ray Tarr, and Johnny Waller. This was just one of their several recordings. Barbara Sonner is also in the musical field, but a different type. She is a choir director. Another person that pursued show business is Sheila Carlisle. Being my nosey old self, I begin to name still others that I am curious about. I find that Carol Boehms, Cheri Ash- burn, Linda Ozanne, Betty Sisco, Sandra Harris, Mary Jane Chapman, and Gloria Winters are all very successful secre- taries. Most of these work for those business tycoons: Dickie Sears, Don Cunningham, Tommy Adams, and Jerry Hicks. After leaving Sherry, I find that there are still a few that I have not heard about. I think I will look up Jimmy Gal- breath, that outstanding Aeronautical Engineer. Paul Bry- ant, and Mike Carter have all gone into some branch of the engineering field. Vivian Pendley and Judith Anderson have also chosen this line of work. Conversing on other subjects, I find that Morris Clendenin and John Minton are both newspapermen and are assigned to the President of the United States. Another person con- nected with the White House is Admiral Billy Hooper, that great demolition expert. I also got hold of some secret in- formation about a great discovery by Ponder Henley, Jesse Patterson, and Wesley Dickson. They have found a sub-