Black River High School - Echo Yearbook (Sullivan, OH)

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We, the Senior Class of Sullivan School, being of stanch mind and memory, do make null and void all other last wills and testaments made by us heretofore. May we fittingly endow upon our heirs that which is satisfactory and fair to them. To our teachers , we leave our deepest appreciation for their helpful guidance and enduring patience in bringing us up to this memorable point. To the Juniors, we leave our senior priviledges and honors. To the Sophomores , we leave our home room. To the Freshmen, we leave our best wishes and hope they, too, will make it. To our underclassmen, we leave our used textbooks with a word of advice, Study. We, the Seniors , make the following individual bequests: I, Mike Adkins, bequeath my ability to do bookkeeping with the least amount of effort to Henry Cowhick. I, Robert Bell, bequeath my ability to walk to the school bus to George Kish. I, Tom Bowling, bequeath all my old and used wisecracks to Mrs. Dougherty. I'm sure she will enjoy them. I, Glen Dawson, bequeath my ability to make out with all the Lodi girls to Joe Holland sworth . I, Judy Guyton, bequeath my blonde hair to Dianne Priscantelli. I, Bud Halada, bequeath my height and ability to play basketball to Roy Leiningerp who someday might make it. I, Larry Haswell, bequeath my ability to make the varsity football team to Raymond Gast. I, Della Hawley, bequeath my place on the paper staff to Pat Shoulter. I know she'll love the work. I, Janet Heiffner, bequeath my ability to chew gum in English class without being caught to Circle Hawley. I, Marilyn Hubler, bequeath my ability to type 70 words a minute to Ralph Kish. You might make it someday if you work hard enough. WI, Tom Jordan, bequeath my ability to go out with so many girls and never go steady to Ronnie Finley. He can also have my car. I, Ann McConnell, bequeath my position as varsity cheerleader to Marilyn Regal and hope she has as much fun as I did! . I, Tom Pifer, bequeath to all of the high school teachers a rest because they are in need of it after endeavoring to teach me some knowledge. I, Ray Rosecrans, bequeath my ability to get myself in mischief and never get caught to Mike Moskal. I, Gordon Smith, bequeath my ability to ruin new cars to Mike Moskal. I, Lorene Stark, bequeath my long hair to Mary McKean. I, John Temple, bequeath my ability to drive carefully to Virgil Berry who could use it. I, Betty Wacker, bequeath my ability to always get out of study hall to Mike Moskal. X I'-iq, I, Dawn Wilson, bequeathqilny quietness to Betty Miller.

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ogdf WW ea We, the Senior Class of Spencer, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament. First: We give, devise, and bequeath unto the school all of our gum that's been stuck under the seats and our old candy wrappers. Second: We give, devise, and bequeath unto the faculty members pleasant CPD memories of the class of '59. Third: We give, devise, and bequeath unto the juniors our school spirit which they seem to need. Fourth: We give, devise, and bequeath unto the Sophomores our ability to get along so well with the teachers since they seem to need. Fifth: We give, devise, and bequeath unto the Freshmen our high scholastic record as a pattern for them to follow. Sixth: We give, devise, and bequeath the following personal chattels: I, jerry Armstrong, will my ability to pass driver training to Delores Van Meter. I, Bruce Blake, will my ability to have a cocoa break, every third period, to anyone who wants to give Spurlock's their business and still be able to get away with it. I, Dick Bradley, will my poor excuses to anyone who needs them. I, Brenda Butcher, will my good grades to my sister who will never get them. I, Tom Davenport, will my football shoes to any freshman who wants to buy them for S4. I, Peg Dennison, will my ability to sew to Carol Elliott and Linda Boone. I, Cathy Dewar, will my ability to talk to people to one who needs it, my brother. I, Marlene Dobson, will all my detentions to Sherry Ramsier. I, Bill Knepper, will all my ex-girl friends to Iohn McReynolds , who could certainly use them. I, Gary Larkey, will my five free periods a day to Mr. Marker, who could use ONE. I, Roberta Leach, will to anyone who wants it, anything left after I get through with it. I, Sandy Moore, will our new car to my brother Dickie, who has it most of the time anyway. I, Grace Mullins , will my southern accent to Mary Ann Higgins, who wants it very badly. ' I, Neva Norris, will my shortness to Connie Converse, who already has a good start. I, Carol Reed, will my freckles to Ricky Myers, who thinks they are cute. I, Gary Ramsier, will my '31 Chevy roadster to Gorder Clark, who drives a '36 Chevy: I, Ierry Ramsier, will my ability to drag to John McCourt. I, Roger Svirik, will my inability to think of anything to will to anyone to next year's Senior Class, who may have the same problem. I, Mark Smith, will my ability to have twenty-five study halls a week to whomever wants them. I, Carol Worcester, will my messed up chemistry book to any girl with a guy named Bill.

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Za.: pfzylecy Welcome aboard folks ! Today our educational tour takes us over different parts of the United States and Africa to examine a very rare and eccentric species of human beingf the graduating class of 1959. Please fasten your seat belts until I make the saucer invisible and we get under way. We are now approaching Irwin's pig farm. As we fly over the corn field, take care- ful note of the huge--Ah! Yes, our first specimen. Dennis Irwin. He's there among the rows, hoeing in his bare feet with his pet pig, Herkimer following close behind digesting any grubs that Denny happens to hoe up. Not far from Izwin's pig farm stands the Black River School. Pas sing the first grade window we see Agnes Wacker trying to break up a squabble between two quarreling youngsters. As we leave Agnes shifts the bun on the back of her head into position and stoops to wipe a running nose. Akron is in view now and we see in the distance a grey brick building with the words, Tombstone Engraving, Embalming, and Ambulance Service--Larry Dean Wood over the dark doorway. Inside Mr. Wood is busily applying make-up to a motionless figure who lies on a cold, stone slab. As we enter the busier part of town, we spy on the 13th floor of the Federal Building Mrs. Wood, Knee Sonja Voorheesl sitting lightly on the boss's knee. She is now a private secretary. We must move on. Hold on for a second and we'll sneak over to Wadsworth for a secret interview with Laura Polm, Knee Laura Walderl. What's all the racket? There's Laura and her spouce pacing the floor, each holding a squalling baby. Let's now head for the wild blue yonder. Wow! That was close! we nearly collided with a passenger plane. Did you see that man with a noodle hanging over his ear? The stewardess, Sherry Botdorf, just tripped over her size 10's and spilled soup all over the poor Congressman, Tom lohnson. We are now gliding over the campus of P. U. University where we find the news- paper office in a state of turmoil. As we examine the scene more closely, we spot the editor, Kathleen Herrmann, haughtily slinging books after the retreating advisor. We journey now outside the boundaries of the U. S. enroute to Africa. We soar over a tiny island in the middle of the Plantic Ocean and find Roberta Rowe idly swing- ing her feet in the cool ocean waters as she watches her fishing line. On to Africa and a small clearing surrounded by banana trees. Calvin Nolt is perched on a stump, reading out of a McGuffy Reader to a tribe of Pigmies. Out of the jungle ambles Dick Wuthrich, a monkey swinging beside him, each with a banana in hand. We hover over the jungle trees and prepare to leave, something catches our eye. In front of a little hut, attired in a grass skirt, squats Anita Thompson hastily stirring a bubbling brew in a mysterious black pot labeled Top Secret. Again we are over the United States, searching for the one remaining specimen of the graduating class of '59, A2 Crebs. We've flown from coast to coast, border to border in Vain. My agent on earth just radioed in and tells me that Ann has gone into seclusion in the Rock Mountains in an attempt to write a book. This concludes our educational tour for today folks. I'll make you visible and then I'll be off towards Mars with my saucer.