Brenau Academy - Chattahall Yearbook (Gainesville, GA)

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LENom WALLE11 Good nature and good sense go hand in handf' Entered 1960 Member Delta Tau Sigma, 4g Vice- President, 4, Honor Society, 4. COOKIE Woon Mighty sweet, mighty wise, fun just gtte twinkles in her eyes. Entered 1960 Member Sigma Kappa Delta, 45 Re- ligious Council, 4. LEE WILSON A sweet personality is a ticket to anywheref' Entered 1959 Member Sigma Kappa Delta, 3, 45 Virginian President, 4, Executive Council, 4.

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ANNETrE VICKERS Happy am I, from cores Fm free, Why can,t they all be contented like meP,' Entered 1960 Member Sigma Beta Delta BEA UPSON A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, divinely fairy. Entered 1960 Sigma Kappa Delta, 4g Bus- Staff of Chattaha1l, 45 Glee and Choir, 45 Semester Honor 4 CAROL ANN VICTOR Full of pep, full of life, a little world of pure delight. Entered 1960 Member Sigma Kappa Delta, 4g Treasurer, 45 Semester Honor Roll, 4.

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.limi 'IM an jbfamenf I, Nancy Arant, do bequeath to my little sister, Jana, my superb ability to dodge the issue when it comes to going steady wth one boy, to my half- sister, Joann, my literary ability, to Judy Rackley, our love for R. G., and my red hair to Cheryl. I, Tracy, after four years find it hard to leave. Ginger, what'll I do? 'Io my little sister, Susan uandrum, I will my tasty lVIetrecal and my a- bility to answer letters promptly. To everyone I leave much love. Take care of our Alma Mater. I, Nancy Atkinson, being of sound mindC'?D and bodyC'?J, leave to Lynn Bellinger my American History book, in hopes that she will do better work than I. To Janice Fisher, I leave the closet light, hoping that it will be useful, and to all of the new- comers, GOOD LUCK!! I, Bonnie Beck, leave to my sweet lil sis, Dianne Drymon, one River Rat, whom I'm sure she can handle better than I. I, Ginger Brown, being here, will to my little sister, Ann Seymour, my invaluable, unflickering candleg to Janice Fisher, my reference book on how to write a term paper, to Susan Landrum, my always appropriate words never look guilty . I, Mary Louise Browne, leave to Gail Denton mv love of Valentines g to Lynn Johnson, those crazy train rides to Atlanta, to Dianne Drymon, my abil- ity to try to lose fourteen pounds in twenty-eight days and end up gaining five pounds, to Sally Cla- ncy, the experience of coming back late from New- man Club and being locked out. I, Jane Burton, being of weak and underfed body, leave my ability to pass American History and still get nine hours sleep to my roommate, Kay Gaunttg to my little sister, Bobbie Weidler, I leave my a- bility to eat and never gain a poundg and to my suitemates, Bonnie Morgan, and Beth Cardwell, the memories of oiu' after-lights gab sessions. I, Valerie Cassell, being here, will to my little sister, Beth Cardwell, the ability to hear a lighter open and close. To Sandra Brown, my view of the garbage cans, in hopes that she may find them more enlightening than the view out of her win- dow. To Suellen Austin, some goodies from Atlanta. I, Bobbie Crispin, bequeath howtheareyou to Jana, to Cherie, the permission I have and hope she gets, to Janet, my sleepy eyes, and to the other daughters, my campuses, and to the most wonder- ful, fickle, little sis , A.nn Peay, I leave A. G.'s sweater. Yo te amo. I, Henri Dettmering, being of blank mind and bony body, do hereby leave my sweet little sister, Judy Mouchet, my bopping shoes and. my F sweater. To Anne Campbell, my ability to always rrgatlie the third highest grade in the Physics class o ree. I, Len Duncan, being lovesick and lonely, leave to my wonderful 1'il sis, Reenie, all my problems and moods in hopes that she, too, will find a l'il sis who understands her. To Judy Mouchet, my letterwriting ability, and to Mary Jo Reddick, my engagement ring. CHa!J I, Irma Frech, leave to Patricia Fulmer my im- aginary rattle to use in the playpeng to Gail Thomas my ability to moo in order to restrain from talking to myselfg and to my l'il sis, Pam Perlsal, the memories of my high school fun to add to ers. I, Martha Marion Garner, do bequeath to my lit- tle sister Betty Funke, that gorgeous hunk of man, Domingin. To Janice Fisher, my always over- active worry centers, and to Judy Van Buren I leave my British accent. Last, but not least, I leave to my l'il half-sister, Joann Pollard, my vacant room at M. S. H.