Friendship Central School - Panorama Yearbook (Friendship, NY)

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'TOM cutcC 7eAt z Ke tt We, the members of the Class of 1957, while still sound of mind and in possession of all our faculties, do hereby proclaim this document to be our last will: I, Fred Allen, leave school willingly. I, Bob Burdick, King of the Seniors, leave my crown to next year’s king. I, Duane Burrows, leave my editorship of the Spy to anyone who has patience. I, Rose Cimbricz, leave my dancing ability to David Heary. I, Ward Clark, leave Donette to no one. I, Kathleen Cummins, leave American History for good. I, Karen Dunning, leave my engagement ability to Glenda Skinner. I, Fordus Easton, leave after talking to Dr. Pohl. 1, Ellen Foster, leave my farm home on East Hill to go roaming. I, Dolores Hall, leave my brother to anyone who likes whiskers. I, Hank Hameister, leave Wilma, but not willingly. I, Eric Hooker, leave Mr. Hood's movie projector to Loren Weir. I, Frances Johnson, leave with the joy of having many friends. I, Erma Jordan, leave my Washington memories to next year’s Seniors. I, Dick Kordish, leave my sister, Betty, to Bill Swarthout. I, Ellen McMahon, leave Mr. Mancuso to solve his own problems in Problems class. I, Carolyn Murray, leave my half of Wellsville to Judy Lane. I, Pete Schwab, leave my cow-milking chores to John Stuck. I, Joan Shelley, leave to the sound of wedding bells. I, Susan Snyder, leave my musical ability to Gerald Hadsell. I, Clarence Stephens, leave my muscles to Dwain Howell. I, Jeanne Whitwood, leave for Washington. I, Jeanette Williams, leave my ability to care for children to Yvette Paquin. Collectively we leave our banged-up lockers, artistically decorated desks, properly inscribed texts, and a faculty slightly the worse for wear to next year’s Seniors. We would leave our memories of four years in high school, but these we have decided to retain. 17