Greensboro High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Greensboro, FL)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Seniors of 1969, being of sound mind and body, declare the following as our last will and testament. I, Tom Albanese, will my ability to work on radios to Rick Edwards. I, Neil Blount, will my ability to make a mess of everything to Rick Green. I, Gary Bentley, will my long hair and side-burns to Glenn Gyus. I, Ken Bryant, will my success in basketball to my cousin, Billy Vanlandingham. I, Hilda Butler, will to Judy Brinson, my ability to keep my foot in my mouth. We, Susan Clark and Mary Katherine Clark, will to Mary Aleen Hunt and Pearl Fletcher, our abilities to skip classes, procrastinate, and constantly stay in trouble. I, Delores Grandberry, will my desk in typing to Annette Oliver. I, Thomas Goodwin, will to Jeff Suber, my ability to flunk English and still pass. I, Evelyn Holton, will my ability to make A's in art to Rick Green. I, Gloria Howell, will my melodramatic ways to Nancy Bentley. I, Brenda Kever, will to my sister, Rhonda, my place at Greensboro High. May she find as many friends as I have. I, Ernestine Lane, will my sneakers to Rosa Hogan, hoping she will use them to play on the volleyball team. I, Sterling Lee, will my best coat to Bert Hiers in hopes he will make good use of it. I, Reemus March, will all my brains and knowledge to all who need them. I, Johnny Mason, will all of my lunchroom tickets to Johnny Kelly. I, Barbara McAlpin, will all my weight to Frances Crawford. I, Danny Miller, will my Karmann Ghia to Jack Fletcher; may he always ride in luxury. I, Karen Moore, will to every girl in school my good luck in going steady three years with the same boy. Good Luck Girls! I, Rocky Pace, will my sense of humor to anyone who thinks he has teachers that will put up with it. I, Eddie Richards, didn’t wish to will any of my qualities to anyone. I, Gwen Richards, will my quiet ways to Susan Smith. I, Brenda Roberts, will 20 lbs. of weight to Elizabeth Smith. I, Shirley Roberts, will my size and the way I walk to Norma Potter. I Bobby Shepard, will my ability to flunk government to Clark Fletcher. I, Stan Shepard, will all the Atomic Balm in the Athletic Department to Larry McPhearson. Use sparingly. I, Sue Smith, will my rooster suit to Nell Peters next year so she will have a talent if she gets Jr. Miss Contestant next year. I, Ricky Vanlandingham, will my job at Peanut's Station to Billy Vanlandingham. I, Carol Wagner, will my ability to speak the mystic tongue of the Shawnee to Marilyn Pace. I, Jeannie Suber, will my ability to say the wrong thing at the wrong time to Kay Poston. I, Anna Watkins, will my ability to be engaged for two whole months to Mary Edwards. I, Mike (Dove) Watson, will my perch to Lane Bentley. 12

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CLASS HISTORY Once upon a time on a groovy Monday morning in September of 1957, thirty-seven savages began their twelve year struggle against the well-meant effort of countless teachers. We began our legendary trek to the milk and honey glories of education-land” with tearful eyes and vengeful hearts. The first day of school our deceiving parents removed us from our carefree days and placed us in the care and guidance of Mrs. Larkin. From the very beginning fights were not uncommon, Jeannie and Sue's towel fight being the first of many. Carol's stubborn streak was evident even in her early years when she refused to read for Mrs. Larkin. In the second grade Mrs. Rowan and Mrs. Harris were patient as we struggled through the fundamentals of real-writing. Flip flops and Hula Hoops made the scene that year, along with Scott Menard and William Thompson. At the end of school when Myrle Seay left, she bestowed upon Mary Katherine the honor of big boss. However, before her departure, Myrle staged her final battle, a war involving the entire playground. Again in the third grade our ranks were divided. Those in Mrs. Dominey's room were privileged enough to play on the 4th, 5th, and 6th grade playground, while Mrs. Shepard’s class had to be content with the other playground. Carol was mascot cheerleader, Neil and Brenda were May King and Queen, and ... Mrs. Dominey became pregnant. The fourth grade was one big happy art class under the expert instruction of Mrs. Cockman. Flutaphones and junior majorettes were a few of the highlights that year, and ... Mrs. Cockman became pregnant. Karen and Patricia joined us in the fifth grade. Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Hollingsworth had to put up with our yoyos, along with the Twist that year. And for the third consecutive year our teacher, Mrs. Hollingsworth, became pregnant. A large portion of the sixth grade was spent looking at movies Mrs. Edwards’ husband had made in Viet Nam. We were told we could not play games such as Slap, Kiss and Hug” on the playground and had to settle for other less mature games. Graduation brought the arrival of Evelyn and the departure of Scott who had been a terror to all the girls. The first day of seventh grade was mass confusion. But we pulled through and adjusted to changing classes, the antics of Mr. Marcus, and a new student, Tom. Eighth grade brought our first encounter with Mr. Harris. Mary Katherine still cringes at the thought of a jawbreaker. Karen brought us glory as Halloween Queen and our Homecoming float won first prize. Gloria arrived in the ninth grade but soon after the year was under way Patricia moved back to Virginia. Mr. Fritz, our homeroom teacher, taught us that chewing gum was and still is not allowed in his presence. The boys ruled supreme in the tenth grade, not a single girl was elected to a class office. After much argument and disagreement, we decided to end the year with a Spring Dance. Our next-to-the-last year was a big one. Five new students joined our Junior Class, but we were sad to have both Greg and William leave. The Prom was first on our minds that year. We went back in time and entertained the Seniors with a Roman Celebration. At last we are Seniors. Sue was second runner-up in the county-wide Junior Miss Pageant. We sponsored a successful Christmas Dance, and we won first prize for the best decorated homeroom at Homecoming. Mrs. Clark patiently listens to our homeroom haggle each morning as we impatiently wait for graduation.