Moorestown Senior High School - Nutshell Yearbook (Moorestown, NJ)

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.Ng -- HN. I, Iohn Barton, do bequeath my up-to-date clothes to one, Kenneth Wolfe. I, George Baker, do bequeath my sleepiness to one, George Lockwood. I, Patricia Walker, do bequeath my bugle to one, Meredith Bowker. I, Grace Berger, do bequeath my love of sports to one, Wanita Keller. I, Martha Cromley, do bequeath my winning personality to one, Elizabeth Iordan. I, Edith Ewen, do bequeath my art of crying to anyone who wants it. I, Margaret Fegley, do bequeath my come-hither look to one, Iane White. I, Marian Gilson, do bequeath my lateness to Latin class to one, Veronica O'Donnell. I, Sara Lowden, do bequeath my knowledge of English grammar to one, Anna Wurst. I, Atwood Moore, do bequeath my passion for Packards to one, Kenneth Armstrong. I, Vernette Price, do bequeath my French pronunciation to one, Marie Votta. We, Beatrice Brusstar, Dorothy Bintliff, Dorothy Hoopes, Dorothy McClaskey, and Matilda Pascale, do bequeath our ability to type and take dictation to Vera Berger, Margaret Bolton, Dorothy Clifford, Elizabeth Lynch, and Edna Middleton. I, Ruth Hoehn, bequeath my ability to explain mathematics to one, Margaret McGann. I, Mildred Winkler, do bequeath my ability to calculate rapidly to one, Hazel Goldsmith. I, Edwin Rogers, do bequeath my blush to one, Albert Andrews. I, Mary Maguire, do bequeath my desire to teach music to one, Eclyth Wilkin- son. I, Anna Incognito, do bequeath my frankness to one, Evelyn Wilkins. I, Winifred Henriques, do bequeath my happy countenance to one, Helen Corrigan. I, Eileen Lickfield, bequeath my quiet, unassuming manner to one, Rose Palme. I, Frances Schlindwein, bequeath my place on the hockey team to one, Emily Barclay. I, Henry Stiles, do bequeath my guffaw heard at Sub-Deb dances to one, F rank' Norcross. I, Charles Keith, bequeath my hand-painted senior play costume to one, Nor- man Potter. We, Aubrey MacFarland and Ioseph Denneler, do bequeath the jokes we tell in arithmetic class to Warren Luce and Franklin Millman. We, Carlton Williams and Delbert Wolbert, do bequeath our auburn tresses to Everett Braddock and Herman Schimmel. I, Ethel Scott, do bequeath my soprano voice to one, Marian Hill. We, Willard Laessle and Ruth Raymond, do bequeath our childish faces to George Bailey and Vivian Lindquist. I, Mildred Repsher, do bequeath my position as homeroom monitor to one, Ethel Warrington. I Continued on page 1031 PAGE 16 THE N U TSHELL .wi

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