Loogootee High School - Black Gold Yearbook (Loogootee, IN)

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I, Susie Perkins, bequeath my ability to go with one guy for a long period of time to Becky LaMar. I, Carla Reinhart, bequeath my ability to play ratchett, bells and timpani to Cindy Arvin who really enjoys it. I, Jerry Richardson, bequeath my ability to play basketball to Cecil Truelove, and my ability to play pool to Charlie Butcher. I, Ronnie Richardson, bequeath my tube of chapstick to Jim Nigg. I, Gilbert Souerdyke, bequeath my 45-inch chest to Jim Reinhart. I, Rita Strickland, bequeath my ability to get engaged to Miss Hopkins. I, Norman Survance, bequeath my ability to have parties at Portersville rather than the Rustic on Saturday nights to Terry Truelove. I, Diane Sutton, bequeath my Sunshine personality to Gomer Nonte. I, Donna Sutton, bequeath my ability to play Cupid to one of the juniors. They need one! I, Nona Sutton, bequeath my ability to ride a Honda to Mr. Nonte. I, Theresa Vollmer, bequeath my ice pick to Joe Dee. I, Vicki Waggner, bequeath Jim Medina to anyone that likes to take karate lessons. I, Brenda Walton, bequeath my ability to put my name on the PSAT test to anyone with the name AAAAAAAAAA. I, Neal Williams, bequeath my pair of barber scissors to Greg Bough. I, Brad Williamson, bequeath my long hair to Davey Jones of the Monkees. 24

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Senior ei C166 Will I, Elaine Allen, bequeath my marriage license to Susie and Johnny. I, Rick Anderson, bequeath my ability to take out Bloomfield girls to Civi. I, Steve Bough, bequeath my Corvette value covers to Mr. Nonte in hopes that he will see the light. I, Steve Brett, bequeath my skin and bones to Rex Strawn. I, Steve Bright, bequeath my vibrato to Carla Leighty. I, Shirley Brock, bequeath my seat in government to anyone who wants it. I, Gary Byrd, bequeath S. Gehl my ability to play volleyball. I, Bob Chattin, bequeath my ability to play the drums to Bob Jr. I, Rod Cochran, bequeath my position as class president to anyone that doesn't know what's going on. I, Charles Cox, bequeath my bed at Judy's to Alan. I, Norma Craig, bequeath my antlers to Cindy. I, Tommy Davis, bequeath my greener pastures to the cattlemen's association. I, Brenda S. Divine, bequeath my ability to win the Betty Crocker award to a future homemaker. I, Janet Felton, bequeath my natural black hair to Vicki Richardson. I, Kenny Frye, bequeath my ability to always have a date on Saturday night to Roger Wildman. I, Patsy Gregory, bequeath my good ways and ability not to stare at people to Billie Terrell. I, Ann Hall, bequeath my sense of humor to Mr. Heironimus. I, Alma Hanger, bequeath my good luck at the Rustic to Becky Lett. I, Jo Kay Harkness, bequeath my typing ability to Doris Houghland. I, Jennifer Hedrick, bequeath my ability to swing from the rafters at the Calumet to Jim Medina. I, Sandy Holman, bequeath my wedding band to go with Dale's engagement ring to Theresa. I, Bertina Houghland, bequeath my long hair to Mary, who needs some. I, Jim Hovis, bequeath my tight jeans to my brother Dale. I, Jana Hughes, bequeath my ability to finish high school in Zinnia City to Jo. I, Jim Huebner, bequeath my long hair to Mr. Hamilton. I, Diann Inman, bequeath my ability to get the Stone of April to Pam. I, Neal Jackson, bequeath my grossness to Gerald Zigler. I, John Lagle, bequeath my ability to pass psychology tests to next year's students. I, Patty Ledgerwood, bequeath my enthusiasm as a SENIOR to Cindy. I, Denny Long, bequeath my vast fortune I have amassed playing pool to 009 ball Charlie Butcher. I, Dale McKibben, bequeath my third degree bums in government to Rex Strawn. I, Jim Medina, bequeath my ability to stay on the wagon to Tim Blain. I, Sheryl I Michael, bequeath my seat on the bus to any girl (sucker) who is brave enough to sit there. I, Chris Murphy, bequeath my ability to find the action spots and to get stuck in the mud to Tim Blain. I, Charma Myers, bequeath my position as yearbook co-editor to anyone capable of getting along with their sponsor. I, Alan Nonte, bequeath my ability to take out Bloomfield and Linton girls to Gregg Jones. I, Kenneth Olsen, bequeath my slim and trim figure to David Lett. I, Darlene Padgett, bequeath my ability to get people embarrassed to Becky Lett. I, Vicki Padgett, bequeath my nickname of straws to any girl capable of taking care of them. I, Donna Parsons, bequeath my seat in shorthand to anyone dumb enough to take it. I, Kenneth Parsons, bequeath one bar of soap to Marsha Wease. I, Pat Pankey, bequeath my manly physique to Cynthia (mouth) Arvin to match her personality.

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 Ae prophecy Upon arriving home after being Uncle Sam's guest for ten years, we decided to look up our old classmates. We were certainly glad to leave Viet Nam because it became quite tiresome pulling rickshaws filled to the brim with ammunition. However, we will certain- ly miss Ann Hall's daily propaganda broadcast. She always liked to sound off so the Viet- Cong gave her the chance. A local tavern with the name Doc's hanging over it, drew our attention. Inside we were surprised to see that Bob Chattin was the bartender. He said he took the job because it gives him a sense of security. Another former member of the class of 67 , Jerry Rich- ardson, better known as the King , was also doing extremely well in business. He was now the proprietor of the local billiard club. Charlie Cox was in the back room playing cards with his best friend. He certainly got mad when some smart-aleck seniors looked at his friend and yelled Peephouse. In other business spots around town were a few other members of our class. Jim Huebner was the local barber. He said he owed his success to a new hair tonic he had developed. Strangely enough it had the scent of corn liquor. Diann Inman and Bertina Houghland own and operate the local beauty parlor. Sheryl I Michaels and Vicki Padgett are two of their most reliable customers. Before we left the parlor, the doorbell rang. To our surprise it was Brenda Divine and Jennifer Hedrick. They greeted us with Avon calling. It was close to twelve o'clock and we were starving. Before we could eat, we had to stop by the post office and get a money order. Jana Hughes was the new postmistress. She always was crazy about males — er that is — mails. Elaine Allen was arguing with Jeanette Decker about which branch of service was better, the marines or the navy. Jim Hovis, who is now a staff sergeant in the army, just stood there listening. 25