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

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Class Will We, the Senior Class of 1961, being of (uh) sound mind and body do hereby declare this to be our last (?) will and testament. We leave this grand document to the Freshmen Class, for we know that, even in four years' time, they will never become as intelligent, honest, and straight-forward as we are. ARTICLE I To Miss Dillehay we leave a book on ADVANCED MENTAL TELEPATHY, but she knows what we think anyway. To Miss Coulter we leave Macbeth and his charming wife for the next senior class. To Mr. Knight we leave the Drivers’ Education car in one piece, and another piece, and another piece and---- To Mr. Conley we leave the satisfaction of knowing that the most confused senior class is leaving him. To Mrs. Conley and Miss Keller, we leave typing class with an average of 25 words per minute--the pokiest yet! To Mr. Sexton we leave our terrific knowledge and supreme capacity to do things correctly; he can tell the next physics class all about us. To Mr. Smith we leave a white flag, so he can surrender to his Business Law class. To Mr. Densford, who loves oriental food, we leave our favorite cookbook--101 WAYS TO COOK BLUBBER. To Mr. Jones we leave an intelligent Trig class--just for a change! To Mr. James Wilson we leave a correspondence course, PSYCHOANALYSIS IN 10 EASY LESSONS. To Mr. Bell we leave a bottle of throat spray to get him through next years' tournaments. To the teachers we leave next years' senior class, although we know the school will never be the same without us. ARTICLE II I, Beth Allard, leave my drums to Susan A. in hopes she will use them as I did-in sun, and cold, and rain--------- I, John Allen, leave my charming manners to Mr. Conley. I, Connie Barringer, leave my Varsity Cheerleading to the Reserve Cheerleaders--Good Luck. I, Mike Baughman, leave a pair of worn-out football shoes to Jerry. I, David Butler, leave a football to the next lucky guy. I, Karen Colbom, leave my cheerful attitude toward life to an introvert. I, Kenny Colwell, leave Drivers’ Education class more nervous than when I entered. I, Rodger Cope, leave my height to Jay Dalrymple--no comment. I, Harold Davis, leave--adios. I, Judi Downey, leave Roger M. a dime to buy his own candy from now on. I, Mark Downey, leave my sick Ford to Tom Gillon. Farewell Tom. I, Jim Dozer, will my bowling ball to Larry Holmes. I, Ron Dusenberry, leave my dancing legs to Sam Shelton--look out, girls. 22

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GARY WHITEHOUSE General 1 GENE TAGUE General ROGER WOLFE General Basketball; Baseball; B-Club; Office Help; Intramurals. JIM DOZER General Intramurals; Basketball; B-Club; Crux-Hi-Revu, Sports Editor; Student Council; Junior Play. DARRELL THOMAS General Intramurals. 21

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I, Bill Estep, leave my black hair to Larry H., better known as Mohawk”. I, Barbara Ferguson, will my marriage license to Bryce Taylor--they're so expensive these days. I, Bob Gossman, will my many casts to anyone who wants them. I, Roger Gossman, will my ability to keep my mouth shut to Jeff Pierce???? I, Jayne Gribben, just leave gladly. I, Gary Henry, leave my license and a prayer to the next drag-racing driver. I, Patty Hilliard, leave my wavy hair to Darla Z,inn--she needs it? I, Sandra Houk, leave my engagement ring to Sharon White--congratulations! I, Mary Lear, leave my long hair to Alice Redfem. I, Bill LeRoy, leave my motorcycle and grease to Jim Harris. I, Margaret McGill, leave my cheery smile to Carolyn Pillsbury. I, Frankie McIntyre, leave my twist to John Hayman. I, Linda McNeal, leave the school to become a blushing bride. I, Rebecca Milligan leave all my activities plus a bottle of tranquilizers to my sister Melissa. I, Jim Morrison, leave my snail pace speed to Keith Welch. I, Jim Orecchio, leave my effective defense in basketball to Roger Brown. I, Leon Penrod, leave with a happy heart. I, Susie Pickrell, leave my ability to jitterbug to Danny Presgrave. I, Mike Pierce, leave my muscles to Joe McKeever. I, Bruce Pletcher, leave my careful driving to Donna Jewett. I, Lee Pletcher, leave my ability in Geometry to David Adams. I, Judy Plotts, leave my dimples to Don Greuey. I, Alva Reed, leave my guitar to Elvis. I, Jean Reed, leave my quiet ways to my sister Mary. I, Jim Richardson, leave-----------goody, goody. I, Marsha Rodgers, will my ability to sing the Alma Mater to Sally Talbot. I, Sandy Rosser, leave my sense of humor to Carla Downey, as if she needs it. I, Arlene Sidwell, leave my height to Evelyn Parker-no explanation. I, Don Smith, leave my heart to the eighth grade girls. I, Stephanie Sopko, leave the piano in chorus to anyone who thinks they can hit a high C . I, Danny Spires, leave my guitar to anyone who can play it. I, David Stigler, agree with Danny. I, Rodger Sprankle, will my ability to sleep in study hall to Mike Bush. I, Gene Tague, leave to join the Naval Forces. I, Darrell Thomas, leave typing class still four pages behind--too late now. I, Donna Tolley, leave my quiet ways to Jean Stought. I, Herberta Vallee, leave after being gone for five years. I, Susan Watts, leave my seat in Physics class to whomever wants it. I, Paul Weiner, will all the chewing gum that I have chewed in Business Law class to Mr. Smith. I, Gary Whitehouse, leave American History class to someone who knows what's going on. I, Georgeann Willison, leave my Queen’s Crown to the next lucky girl. I, Butch Wolfe, leave my manager job to the next manager. I, Roger Wolfe, leave my many neckties to Bruce Cryder. I, Joyce Wood, leave typing class with sore fingers. I, Bonnie Younkin, leave the bad road from here to Corning to the bus driver. Witnesses: Speedy Gonzales Executors: Betty Troyan The Road Runner Mike Baughman