Gouverneur High School - Deanonian Yearbook (Gouverneur, NY)

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 “The value of gifts must vary as the givers’—Tennyson. 1 Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1934 We, the illustrious graduating class of the Dean High School, Town of Gouverneur, County of St. Lawrence, State of New York, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred thirty-four, being of good health of body, and sound and disposing state of mind, declare this to be our first, last, and only Will and Testament. First: 1. We bequeath to Scott L. Brown, our Superintendent, our respect, loyalty, and friendship. 2. We bequeath to our advisers, Miss Hubbard, Mr. Earl Riley, Miss Costello, and Mr. Paige, our gratitude and affection. 3. We bequeath to the rest of the faculty our best wishes, in the hope that, with our depar- ture, all their worries will end. 4. To the jolly, genial Juniors, we sorrowfully bequeath our senior dignity and our count- less privileges. 5. To the “Sophisticated Sophomores” we leave a few of our brains and the pleasing dis- positions so abundant in our class. 6. To the innocent Freshmen we bequeath our frivolity and our four years of faithful application. Second: I, President Robert W cathcrup, do bequeath to Ward Grimshaw all my troubles. (Poor guy!) I, Maurice Paige, do bequeath to Milbourn McIntosh, my knowledge of back roads. I, Helen Whalen, do bequeath to Carol Storie my vampish, stage-like ways. I, Sophia Constantikes, do bequeath to Cecile Boulet, my method of bluffing the teachers. I, Stanley Laidlaw, do bequeath to the shieks, Lloyd Raven, Don Moore, and Arthur Rotundo, my ability to drive a car with one hand. I, Reatha Hall, do bequeath to Peggy Green and Eloise Dain, my silent and indetectable method of chewing gum. I, William Sullivan, do bequeath my couch in Van’s room to Victor Judge. I, Josephine Easton, do bequeath to the Freshman Class my latest novel entitled “ Why I Know More Than the Faculty. I, Marion Hartley, do bequeath my spare time to Miss Hubbard. I know she needs it. I, Lewis Bishop, do bequeath my vitality to Walter Baker. I, Marion Davis, do bequeath my geometry book to Gertrude LaForty. I, Doris Ferguson, do bequeath my demure ways to Evangeline Cilley. I, Kenneth Taylor, do bequeath my hunting boots to Duwayne Dodds, Chet Mack, David Johnson, and Jay Burns. Maybe they will be able to lift one. I, Claude Gates, do bequeath my ambition for getting to school on time to John Christian. I, Robert Ames, do bequeath to Olive Carter, my desire to be near the teachers. I, Hester Bailey, do bequeath my pleasant smile to Merton Bagg. I, Robert Blair, do bequeath to Wallace Grandy, my conceit and business ability. I, Malcolm Magee, do bequeath my mustache to Roger Bacon to add to what he has. I, Charlotte Mickens, do bequeath my art of gossiping to Leo Thompson. I, Arnold Byrns, do bequeath my fighting spirit to next year’s football team. I, Leslie Hull, do bequeath my paper wads and rubber bands to Francis Baker. I, Lulu Thayer, do bequeath my broken heart to Eddie Battersby to mend. I, Allison Manning, do bequeath my faithfulness to Eleanor Reynolds. I, William Wheater, do bequeath my speeding and dare-devil driving to Everett Glasford. I, Esther Collins, do bequeath my truck to Miss Allen. We hope she will drive it. I, Robert Dempster, do bequeath my girl friends to Aellan Gaudin. I, Jean Dodds, do bequeath my meekness and common sense to Deedie Curtis. I, Robert Hilts, do bequeath my drag with Lisle Riley to Ralph Storie. I, Charles Storie, do bequeath to the Town of Gouverneur, my voice, to be used when the fire whistle is out of order. I, Betty Streeter, do bequeath my fiddle to Huck Austin. I, Jane Smith, do bequeath all my love and affection to Don Moore. I, Wilson Pernice, do bequeath to Miss Costello, $3-55, in payment of my outstanding debt to her. I, Hazel Pearce, do bequeath my power of discrimination to Betty Dillabough. I, Kenly Spilman, do bequeath to Grace Streeter, my undone lessons. I know she will finish them. »IIM Page Eighteen isiHilKalBSi !iiC3 £ JliClSIliOaiElriilHit jneaMBP .i:iiIU3REBUBm

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ma isqcjoe Fair things are slow to fade aivay.”—Tennyson. SiBilM Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1934 I, Eleanor Stammer, do bequeath my vivid lip-stick and nail polish to Sylvia Paquette. I, Howard Whittaker, do bequeath to the “Ag” boys my sportsmanship. I, Agatha McDermott, do bequeath to Richard Farmer my flirtatious ways. I, Frances Lamb, do bequeath to Barbara Bame my Latin ability and other good qualities. I, Ashton Pernice, do bequeath to John Christian my drag with Miss Costello. I, Maysel Mills, do bequeath to Joe Wranesh my fair complexion. I, Lewis Mosher, do bequeath to Sam Kaplan my energy and ambition. I, Gertrude Wallace, do bequeath to Jimmie Brown my wit and wisdom. I, Ahlene Downing, do bequeath to Helen Fredenburg my vampishness. I, Wilfred Frank, do bequeath to Carlton Goodnough my clarinet (if I do not swallow it). I, Ruth Fortune, do bequeath to Edith Crossman some of my many out-of-town dates. I, Helen Burge, do bequeath to Laura Gillette my manly stride. I, Lucy McLear, do bequeath to Rita Gallagher my slow and gentle manner. I, Margaret Jones, do bequeath to Charley Solury my overwhelming curiosity. I, Glenn Johnson, do bequeath to Ivan Weatherup my athletic ability. I, Ilene Jeffers, do bequeath to Martha Robinson my lady-like ways. I, Elizabeth Jones, do bequeath to Kenneth Kinney my racket. I, Genevieve McCullouch, do bequeath to Elizabeth Tremlett my distinctive eyebrows. I, Allison Laidlaw, do bequeath to next year’s Deanonian some of the notes I receive. I, Ethelyn Howard, do bequeath to Betty Burr my bashfulness. I, Mary Hughto, do bequeath to Donald Hampton my sincerity. I, Walter Green, do bequeath to Ralph Dier my radio station. I, Doris Hartley, do bequeath to Dorothy Fortune my height. I, Helen Hughto, do bequeath to Marion Tuttle my dislike for chemistry, but my fondness for the teacher. I, Gladys Ladd, do bequeath to Hazel Brasie my wearisome giggle. I, Frank Parker, do bequeath to Asa Ames my carefree attitude. I, Maurice Smith, do bequeath to Lincoln Sawyer my ambition to quit school. I, Margaret Reynolds, do bequeath to Dorothy Edwards my original accent. I, Helen Parody, do bequeath to Jane Washburn my pessimistic attitude. I, Hugh Mosher, do bequeath to Wallace Randall my basketball skill. I, Kenneth Porter, do bequeath to Herbie Bush my automobile. (I wonder how long he will have it.) I, Flo Foy, do bequeath to Louise Hardy my popularity. I, Ruth Fox, do bequeath to Glenrose Calnon my dramatic ability. I, Margaret Cahill, do bequeath to June Booher my unselfish ways. I, Gertrude Hilts, do bequeath to Catherine Churchill my fondness for athletics. I, Roy Littebrant, do bequeath to Norinne Seaker my precision and aloofness. I, John Plunkett, do bequeath to Donald Wright my competence and tact. We, Irene Mellen and Bertha Wall, do bequeath to the halls of G. H. S. our quiet voices. I, Sherman Paquette, do bequeath to Nathan Brown my ambition. I, Steve Jerkovich, do bequeath to John Bulger my ability to rest. I, Carolyn Gleason, do bequeath to Honora Austin my meaningless chatter and fre- quent “sulks.” I, Dorothy Burr, do bequeath to Arleen Bristol my “pep.” I, Donald Brown, do bequeath to Catherine Whalen my faithfulness in love. I, Willard Bresee, do bequeath to Elton Davis my fondness for guns. I, Freida Tuttle, do bequeath to Ada Tyler my innocent look. I, Alyce Wall, do bequeath to Richard Holt my sensitiveness ( ?). I, Helen Washburn, do bequeath to Sylvia Robinson my capability. I, Milton Wood, do bequeath to Harlan Seaman my “rattletrap.” I, Ruth Hockey, do bequeath to Betty Shinnock my exalted opinion of myself. I, Edwin Woods, do bequeath to Elizabeth Morgan my love to travel. I, Isabel Maloy, do bequeath to Sylvia Sterling my Victorian air. In witness whereof, we, the Senior Class, the testators to this, our last will and test- ament, have subscribed our name, the first day of June, in the year one thousand nine hun- dred thirty-four. Witnesses: Earl Riley The Class of 1934. Paul Smith ,|®||Oll|lWiC!iilllli::iilllii!3 :i'lll!!!iiilllii::!!lllii!!!illlli: Page Nineteen