Corder High School - Blue Jay Yearbook (Corder, MO)

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Last Will and Testament I, Mary Jane Martens, being of sound mind and body (?), do will to the following: To-Larry Aversman, the ability to be kinder to the Freshmen boys on the bus. To-Patty Doak, my place on the basketball team. To-Connie Heins, my place in small ensembles and someone else's diamond to guard during ball games. To-Mrs. Ann, another Flora. To-Barbara S., my size. To-Connee Lynn, a boyfriend who will bring candy everytime he's done something wrong. To-Judy K., enough sense not to wear a straight skirt with a blouse tucked in and a wide belt. To-Cheryl, my locker partner. To-Coach, a set of ear plugs so that he won't have to listen to those dumb girls who don't have sense enough to shutup their stupid singing on the bus. To-Ruby, someone else to sit behind her in class and pester her. I, Jim Aversman, having wandered through the halls of Corder High School with an unfit and unsound mind, do hereby will the following. To-Dale, the ability, which I had, to have flat tires after the show. To-Larry Aversman, my position in the kitchen as chief potlicker. To-Judy Kiussman, the ability to pick up a Biology specimen without getting scared. To-Vicki, the ability to get a drivers license and drive a Renault. To-Some unlucky person, my track shoes. May they keep him more comfortable than they did me. To-Kermit, my locker, 28 through 42, (I still don't know which one it was.) May he find it and put it to use. To-Punch, the ability to catch fish, which I never had. To-Everyone else, I leave my many little marks, signs, and carvings. I, Jo Ann Lilleman, being of questionable mind and about to depart from dear ole' C.H.S. do leave my most cherished possessions to the following: To-Fran Sheridan, my position as cheerleader and as guard on the first string. To-My brother, Don Keith, all the fun and good times I've had during my four short years at C.H.S. (You'll have to take the trouble, too—it's a package deal!) To-Connee Lynn, someone else to talk to during the late hours of night. To-Rodney Lorenz, a fellow Republican, someone else to discuss politics with during history. To-Coach, another 'nut' to drive him completely crazy. May they have as much fun with him and respect him as much as I have. To-Mr. Brown, four more Senior girls who are constantly running into the office with a great idea that never seems to work. To-Larry Aversman, someone else's locker door to bash in. To-Connie Heins, a little of my temper. No exercise is needed. I gave it plenty! To-Ruthy Hoeppner, the ability to be satisfied with one boy. To-The remaining cheerleaders, a right-handed cheerleader, so you won't have so much trouble doing the yells. To-The lucky underclassmen, the ability to become a Senior. I, Jim Richey, being of sound body and not so sure of the mind, make my last will and testament, I leave: To-Chester, my ability to decide which car is best. To-Don Lilleman, the ability to get at least three blocks from home before the car breaks down. To-Toad, the ability to do his own drafting. To-Anyone, who gets the job, my artistic ability. To-Torn Rose, my ability to rack pipes. To-Mr. True, someone to volunteer to give Reader's Digest reports. To-Mrs. Schumaker, someone to occupy my seat in study hall during Home Ec. I ran out. I told you I have a bad mind. I, Wilma Ernstmeyer, after four long years of hard labor, about to depart from C.H.S., will the following to my fellow students who have one or more years left at C.H.S. To-Rodney Lorenz, someone else to bring to and from school, especially on cold days. To-Kermit Deterding, someone with cold hands to sit behind him in history class. To-Gloria Deterding, the ability to stay all night with a girl friend and not keep everyone awake all night with her talking and laughing. To-The Cooks, someone who hates lunch meat and wieners as I did. To-Larry Fiene, another sucker to sit in -front of him during class so that he can hide behind them and catch up on his sleep. To-Patty Liese, my place on the basketball team. May she please Coach more than I ever did. To-Paulette Ernstmeyer, I leave orders for her to behave, as I have, during her remaining years at C.H.S., though I doubt if it will do any good. To-Coach, some more Senior girls like us to pester and perturb him. To-Leonard Stoll, a brainy person who can show him that he is not as smart as he thinks he is. To-Paulette Beard, an unlimited supply of hair spray. To-Mr. True, I leave my little sister. She won't give him as much trouble as I did. To-Connie Heins, my locker, NO. 36, the one with no screws or bolts left, and the flip top. To-Mrs. Ann, a Home Ec. student who can make perfect fudge, I also bestow upon her any scraps, pins, and pat- tern pieces I may have left behind. To-Elsie Boeschen, the ability not to lose things.