Edwards Central School - Hornet Yearbook (Edwards, NY)

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 CLASS WILL” We the class of 1963, with our generous and overflowing hearts leave the following to our up coming classmates. I FAY BRIDGELAND, leave a certain rock outside of Edwards to someone with a bull- dozer. I KATHY CLELAND, leave my shoe collection to Charlotte Evans and Carol Randall. Too bad their feet are smaller. I JOHN JONES, leave my ability to get out of Mrs. Holmes study hall to some deserv- ing soul. I KAY WEBB, leave my hot rod techiques to the next expert driver. Heaven only knows they'll need it! I, FRANK BOYD, leave to an energetic studious student a quiet sutdy hall 8th period, with no one other than Mrs. Tait. I BARBARA BROWN, leave my quiet ways to Beatrice Bressette. God only knows that she needs it. I, JOHN WEBB, leave to Mr. Reed a new can of elbow grease for the shop. I, PATTIE LUMLEY, leave my great supply of ace-bandages to any up and coming clumsy fool, also I leave my ability to Betty Hurley to break up all study hall's with laughter. I, JOHN SKELDON, leave my ability to bend fence posts to Stanley Harris. Take it easy Stan. I, MARY CLINTSMAN, leave to Bob Bachner, a stick of gum to keep his mouth going. I, CARL RANDALL leave my position of God's gift to women to Bob Watson and to Joan Ferry, I leave all my love. I, MARILYN SLOAN, leave to Glenn Goodale, my position on the cheering squad. Good Luck, Glenn. I, DOUG JONES, leave my method for squeezing out an extra point in J. D. W. 's History class to Gary Woods. I, SHARON SOPER, leave all my boyfirend problems to Barbara Cameron. Here's hoping you’re luckier than I was. I, GERALD BARKER, leave my ability to see something good in all blondes to Ronnie Peck. I, BONNIE WARD, leave some of my quiet ways to Brenda Pascoe. I, PHIL SOPER, leave my profession in guitar playing to Roger Noble. You need it Roger. I, DOREEN BISHOP, leave transportation for Karen Allen to get to go to those square dances that I never went to. I, CECIL BROWN, leave to Willie Watson my height so he can dunk the ball. I, SALLY SCHRYER, leave my ability to bowl a great game to Rodie Jones. Heavenknows he needs it. Come on Rodie bowl a perfect game for everyone knows I'm perfect. I, ILHAN UGUREL, leave my unique ability in basketball to someone who needs it. I, SALLY WASHBURN, leave Brenda Todd (Mouse) 6 of my height. This makes us each about 5’ tall. Who says we can't see eye to eye? I, LOWELL BROWN, leave all my girlfriends, except Margie French, to Bill Schryer and to Margie, I leave all my undevoted love.

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CLASS PROPHECY We have been asked many times what has become of the class of '63. Although ten years have passed we were able to trace them and will tell you what we have found. RANDY RANDALL is now joint owner of Ferry's store and is a very prosperous business man. Who's his partner? Why, Joan of course! KATHY CLELAND has just written a new book How to Get Your Man”. Does it work Kathy? FAYE BRIDGELAND is now an English teacher at E.C.S. and is teaching our students a way out language. BARBARA BROWN is still waiting for Fred to pop the question. Will he? Will she? JOHN WEBB is still looking for the can of elbow-grease in Mr. Reed's closet. Any clues, John? SHARON SOPER has just returned from Reno, Nevada with her 6th. divorce decree. Her policy is still love'em and leave’em. KAY WEBB is now married to Roger Fisk and has a lot of little Fisks running around. BONNIE WARD has used her IBM training to find the shortest route to Harrisville. LOWELL BROWN has traded his truck for a 1973 Spaceship and now instead of hot-rodding in Edwards, he does it in outer-space. FRANK BOYD is operating his own still. Is it cheaper, Frank? SALLY SCHRYER is now a secretary for General Motors and finds the bosses lap very soft. MARY CLINTSMAN is the Dietician at E. C. S. The menu for this year is pizza and pop. CECIL BROWN has taken his father's place in driving one of the school buses. He's an even worse driver than his father was! GERALD BARKER is making the service his career. He just can't seem to get off K. P. JOHN JONES is in Air Force and is flying high but only in one direction-toward Patty. PHILLIP SOPER and all the little red-headed Sopers have replaced the Lennon Sisters on the Lawrence Welk show as a family guitar team. ILHAN UGUREL recently visited Edwards and returned several girls who had insisted on going to Turkey when he left. SALLY WASHBURN still spends most of her summer on Rock Island, but not alone. Dont get burned, Sally! DOREEN BISHOP has finally learned to play the guitar and has started her own band. They are called The Bopping Bishops”. JOHN SKELDON has just completed State Trooper training. He's finally decided if you can't lick them, join them. PAT LUMLEY is a famous gym teacher and has just completed a world tour demonstrating a double twist somersault. MARILYN SLOAN has finally settled down on a large ranch. She now has a herd of twelve little Mackims.

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TEACHERS’ CLASS WILL We, the class of 1963 leave to the high school teachers the following: Mr. Reed: Mrs. Hughes: Mrs. Hart: Miss Kohler: Mrs. Holmes: Mrs. Pratt: Miss Rushlo: Mr. Wagner: Coach Bachner: Mrs. Fuller: Mrs. Rathbun: Mrs. Dow: Mrs. Tait: Mr. Laurin: Mr. Grant: Mr. Smith: Mrs. Doty: Miss Carter: Mrs. Huiatt: Mr. Morse: Mr. Iversen: Mr. Mayer: Miss Dolan: Mr. Alversen: a much needed new chair so he won't’have to sit on the window sill, a new science lab with ail the modern equipment. Don't tell Mr. Alversen! ! a bottle of tranquilizers in case you should see another red wagon coming down the hall. a sound-proof room so you won’t be teaching algebra to the beat of Sweet Adeline. a more co-operative senior class. We wish you the best of luck, a blue ribbon for putting up with the Vocational Business Class. Hope you have better luck next year. a set of starting blocks, so you can get a fast start at 3:45 for home. (Maybe now you can beat Coach.) a direct telephone line to Potsdam. By the looks of your phone bill, you need it. a pair of runned nylons! !!! !Good Luck, Coach, a pleasant schedule like the one you had this year, your own personal chair in the office. a class of kids who won't be as tardy as we were, but be sure to pick up Cheryl Todd every morning. a quiet study hall eighth period. It wasn't the Seniors that made all the noise, it was of course the underclassmen. a dent-proof rubber bumper for the driver-ed car. Also a tank full of flubber-gasoline........Please don't fly away much-needed variation as a reward for listening to all our problems this year. It was fun though, wasn't it. a wig so you won't tear out all your hair when the band plays. Are we really that bad????? a year's supply of pizza mix. For any wild parties in the future, a case of Glade to keep the locker room as fresh as all outdoors. a tube of Crest for every student in this school so they'll have 29°]o fewer cavities. Also an electric toothbrush to make your job twice as easy, an office of your own, for personal interviews, a bottle of tranquilizers for relief from all your problems, a new car every six months, the latest model, whatever it maybe. Happy Driving wherever you go. a 600 bowling average game for the next 52 weeks. We have heard you really need it?????? a rider from Potsdam, one that is on time. (Sounds good, for a change, doesn't it?) To the elementary teachers: Our deepest appreciation for putting up with us in the lower grades, it was really a job, wasn't it. We only hope you don't regret it in anyway. We hope you get the kind of students you want in the years to come. Good Luck, always.