Brenau Academy - Chattahall Yearbook (Gainesville, GA)

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I, Becky Buns Harris, do hereby leave McElroy and my ability in sports to my little sis, Judy Christian, and to my roommate, Ann, I leave my future experiences in Louisville and a barrel of love. To Candy Turner, I leave my iat legs, to Maureen I leave Bobby's soft lips, and to Brenau, goodby. i, Lanier Harris leave my habit of studying in the bathroom to my little sis, Susan Cummings, and .o my other little sis, Carol Vaughan, I leave my spacious room, in hopes that she won't develop claustrophobia. I, Madeline Myrt Hodges, do bequeath to my little sister, Anne Carnpbell, my love for Georgia Tech, in hopes that her love for it will grow, to Susan Landrum, my book on Walking Can Be Easy , and to my suitemates.may they learn that silence can be golden. I, Peggy Hurst, do hereby bequeath to Pam Burney, a Kosher and 'ol Hull, to my little sis, Mary Jo, I leave my experiences in Louisville and the future at Uncle George's, and to Maureen, ka boola ba hoooo!! I, Carolyn Jackson, being of spastic body and contrite mind, do leave to my wonderful little sis- ter, Janice Fisher, my power to stay unorganized .seven days a week. To Betty Funke, my tennis shoes, and to Vivian Campbell I leave my terrific drive to get to breakfast. I, Beth Jones, being of C71 leave my little sister, Pam Burney, my legs in hopes that she will now be complete and also my seat at the football game. I leave the future occupants of 209 West my curtains in hopes that they will be useful, and to the Senior Clam, GOOD LUCK. I, India Joye, being of big mouth and even big- ger feet, leave my precious little sister, Jan Clay- ton, my ability to write letters, hoping that she may pront by the carbon copies, and to my other precious little sister, Melissa Curtis, my acquaint- ances with town boys, hoping that she may visit the Parlor when Riverside leaves. I, Susanne McKemie, will my little sister, Pam McOwen, my porch Qin the Virginianj with its amazing ability to attract boys. To Sandra Brown, our sharing cream bottles and my ability to get it in the eye, to Carolyn Hellstrom and Pat Fulmer, my future love for Savannah. I, Milree Mackey, being of dense mind and very little body, leave my stoic manner to my vivacious little sis Pat Hudson. To Mary Ellen Farr, an ex- change, my brother for hers! To Carol Vaughan, the good times I've had in Savannah and to Nancy McAlister, my castaway C?J River Rats. I, Dianne Magruder, of extremely healthy body and agitated mind, do hereby leave my little sister, Kris, my swinging pony tail and a pack of Vice- roys , to my other little sister, Judi, my ability to get into trouble and to get out. I, Frances Parsons, do hereby leave to my l'il sister, Mary Lee Bru.nt, my birthday-party-throw- ing room and my calls from Riverside. To voice students, I leave my patience. My ability in his- tory leave to any brave soul who needs it. I, Jen Patton, with much thought and due con- sideraton, do hereby will to my little sister, Dianne Champion, my ability to get up early in the morn- ing, and also, with that skinny figure, my ability to climb in and out windows and almost get away with it. To my other little sister, Sally Biesecker, I leave my place on Student Government. I, Shari Patton, being here, will to my little sis- ter, Libby Webster, my bottle of Lady Clairolg to my other little sister, Jo Smith, I will my smoking permission, to Penny Holder, I will all my sparkl- ing conversations with Mendieta. To my high school days, I leave, gratefully. I, Gail Peay, being of perplexed mind, leave to my sweet l'i1 sis , Suzaxme Brown, my room. To Ann Peay, alll C?J my Riverside boyfriends. To my daughter, Maureen O'Donnell, I leave my ability to get kicked out of health class for reading a comic book. I, Ginny Perkins, being of little mind and de-

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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.

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ilated body, do will to my roommate and grand- daughter, Judy Goodwin, my undying ambition to get up at 6:00 A.lVI., and to my daughter, Ruth Ann Green, my love for Johnny Mathis, the Parlor, and my little brother, Jerry Blackstock. To my little sisters, all the luck, love, and happiness in the world. I, Peggy Peterson, being of contracted mind and expanded body, bequeath thirty-six empty Met- recal cans to Beth Cardwell, hoping she will be more successful than I, to Judy Van Buren, a pile of fan letters for Madame Ring-a-ding, to Zanna ivlarion, my ability to always get caught breaking rules, and to Gail Mosely, all my bubble equip- ment and a snoopy growl. I, Anne Reddick, being of sound body and un- stable mind, do hereby bequeath- to my good friends, Jan Clayton and Judy Mouchet, my escap- ades in Atlanta. To Judy, I also leave my praise for being so understanding. To my little sister, Penny Holder, I leave the hard task of growing up . To my sister, Mary' Jo, I leave nothing but my love. I, Jane Seymour, in the sad UD act of leaving Brenau, leave to my little sister, Joann Pollard, my great stature, and to my other little sister, Mary Little, my wonderful memories of Atlanta to add to her plentiful supply. To my sister, Ann, I leave much love and a Senior red rose. I, Jean Skaggs, bequeath to my little sis, Judy Goodwin, my power of concentration, and the will to use it. I hope Charlie never hears Trust and Obey again. To my second semester roommate I leave kind words and sympathy. To my other little sis, Bobbie, I leave my ten pounds of fat, for she'll need it after her diets. I, Ramona Staples, being of empty mind and sleepy body, endow to Ruth Ann Green my candles for chemistry, to Judy Rackley, my seat on Ex- ecutive Council, to Suellen Austin, the ability to overcome temptation, and to Betty Funke, the endearing name Big Senior . To other occupants of 209, the will to find more ways to change the room. I, Bea Upson, being of chaotic mind as well as body, leave to my precious little sis, Mary Ellen Farr, my French twist and devout admiration of her two brothers. To my daughter, Carol Vaughan, my ability to get along with Princeton men, and to Nancy McAlister, a bottle of pop . I, Annette Vickers, being in full possession of a sound C71 mind, leave my shortness to Dianne Champion and Shelly Smith, to new girls I leave my playpenl', hoping they won't be as big babies as I was in it, last of all I leave . . . to the relief of my teachers. I, Carol Ann Victor, being of unstable mind and spastic body, do hereby will to my little sister, Patricia Fulmer, all my wet blouses, to my other little sister, Susan Irvine, my curlers, and to Judy Rene Mouchet, I leave my French accent. I, Nonie Waller, being of overnourished body, leave to my little sister, Nan Willis, my love for Riverside teas. To my other little sisters, Marty Morrison and Judy Van Buren, I will my wonder- ful senior year, and much love to all three. I, Lee Wilson, being of sound mind and not much body, bequeath to Pam McOwen my condensation book and wish her many pleasant probations, and to Hazel Jo Smith, my love for Brenau. I, Cookie Wood, leave to my loquacious and bestest roommate, Pat Hudson, my ability to roll hair and will power to stay on a diet. To my little sis, Carolyn Hellstrom, I leave my ability to keep off campus and to play cards.