Crooksville High School - Crux Hi Skan Yearbook (Crooksville, OH)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1958 We, the class of 1958, being of sound mind and body (We Hope), declare this to be our last will and testament to be come effective on the twenty-eighth of May in the year Nineteen Hundred and Fifty Eight. I, JERRY AULT, leave to Roger Cope a bottle of glue in hopes that it will make him a glue-fingered end. Heaven knows, he needs itl I, JUDY BAKER, sadly leave my majorette uniform to the next lucky majorette. May she enjoy her task as well as I have. I, JERRY BURNS, leave my height to Mickey Barton. I, DOUG CANNON, leave my chemistry book to whoever wants it. I, KAY COOK, leave my Queen's Crown to Sue Lacy. I, DENZIL DILLINGER, leave after five years in hopes that everyone else leaves in fourl I, BARBARA GRUBB, leave my shorthand book to Ethel Watts. WE, RAY GUINSLER AND DEANNA WILSON, leave our competitive timed writings in typing class to Mrs. Lucas. I, ROSALIE HAYMAN, leave my trombone to Tam Reed. I, DICK JACKSON, leave my flat-top to Bob Jackson. I, KENNY KING, leave my car to Vernon Sowers so he won't have to walk everyday. I, LINDA KING, leave my sax to Joe McKeever in hopes he has as much pleasure playing it as I have. I, RUTHIE MAULLER, leave my sense of humor to Mr. Worthington. I, MIKE MOORE, leave my dancing ability to Richard Ruff. I, MERRIANN MULLEN, leave my tuba to Leanna Jackson. Good luck Leanna! I, MYRNA McMILLAN, leave my baton to Judy Ebaugh. I, BARNEY PRINTZ, leave to Ben Neff the South Buckeye Street drag strip in hopes that he can make better time to the traffic light than I did. I, GENE RIGGS, leave Joan Brooks. Shucksl I, RAY RILEY, leave my quiet manner to Larry Harper. I, ROGER ROSSER, leave my books to whoever wants them. I, SANDY SHUBERT, leave my glasses to Joanne King. I, CHARLES SOWERS, leave all the girls of C.H.S. Boo-Hoo. I, JEANNINE SPENCER, leave my quiet manner to Sally Guinsler. I, FRED STEPHENSON, leave — Hurrayl Hurray! I, STEVE STOUGHT, leave my heart with Judy Wilson. Take good care of it Judy! I, JERRY TAYLOR, leave my traffic tickets to Mr. Smith. I know he won't get them any other way! I, DRU LEETH TOLLIVER, leave my red hair to Karen Bates. As if she needs it! I, MERLE TROUT, leave my halfback position to Tom Mealick. I, JAY WATTS, leave my Editor's seat to Louis Welch. Good luck Louis! I, DARRYL, WISEMAN, leave my seat in Journalism Class to anyone who can find it. Witnesses: Kruschev Bulganin Executor Jay Watts

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SWEETHEARTS Judy and Rick and Aede Georgeann and Mike

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Jerry Ault May 28, 2000 8911245 Alcatraze Prison California Dear Jerry: Just thought I'd drop you a line to see how you are getting along. I thought you might be interested in the whereabouts of your former classmates. Ray Riley has attained his two goals: President of the Elvis Presley Fan Club and the singing manager ot the Metropolitan Opera Company. Gene Riggs and Barney Printz have a column in the Confidential Magazine. To thinkl It all started with the school paper. Jerry Burns is the truant officer at C.H.S. now. Just last week he was voted the most popular person among the students. You can understand why. Jerry Taylor signed a contract with the Hell Drivers. You know, they're those guys that drive like heck. Charlie Sowers has just gained a small fortune from the proceeds of his book entitled, You Too Can be Charming. Mike Moore is on the teaching staff of C.H.S. He's teaching his favorite subject, journalism. Denzil Dillinger has his own skating rink. He thought it was cheaper that way; and besides, his thumb was getting quite worn. Steve Stought is owner of a large shoe factory. When we say large, we don't mean factory, we mean shoes. It seems he had so much trouble getting shoes to fit that he decided to make them himself. Ray Guinsler is following in his father's footsteps. There is only one thing that bothers him though. He can't understand why the houses he builds always collapse. Maybe he should try using nails. Kenny King is now owner of a Turkish Bath. Funny thing though; he can't find many Turks who want baths. Talk about superstition! Dick Jackson bought a fleet of 13 delivery trucks on Friday the 13th. When he got into one of them he slammed the door, breaking the glass, thus causing more bad luck. He's getting married next week! Fred Stephenson is doing quite well in the motorcycle business. As a sideline he sells black leather jackets.