Milton High School - Clipper Yearbook (Milton, DE)

Page 31 text:

WHO’S WHO MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED Ellen and Paul BEST DRESSED Stella and Ronnie CLASS CLOWNS June and Gary MOST ATHLETIC Vickie and Jerry

Page 30 text:

PARADISE OF THE DEEP

Page 32 text:

WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the class of '62, Milton High School, Milton, Delaware, being of sound mind and memory do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our Last Will and Testa- ment. We, the class of '62, leave the Juniors our seats in the PM homeroom; to the Sophomores our ability to pass in the lunch line; to the Freshmen the Friday lunches. I, Arthur Shepherd,leave all of Milton School's spaghetti to Mamma Lieugi. I, Barbara Workman, leave my English knowledge to Gail Workman. I, Mary Elen Pepper, leave my experiences in P. O. D. class to anyone who can stand Freddie's yelling. I, Jerry Millman, leave my intelligence, my good looks, my loving way, my superb coordination, my fast, car, and my modesty to Mr. Edgerton, Coach. I, Norma Hitchens, leave my questions and arguments in physics to someone as con- fused as I was about it. I, Joyce Parker, leave my parking place, at school of course, to Sara Kay Issacs. I, Claude Burnham, leave all my wrecks and good-looking women, which Willard Mar- vel left to me, to Big Bad John Shepherd. I, Martha Jane Donovan, can't find anything to leave so I'll just have to go myself. I, Stella Donovan, leave all my black eyes to someone who can duck faster than I can. I, Paul Hess, leave my intelligence, shyness, truthfulness, innocence to John Shepherd. I, John Willey, leave my ability to get along with Mr. Sauer to Rawhide. I, Janice Kramer, leave my ability to shoot the bow and arrow to Cupid. I, Bill Short, leave all the injuries, which Jack Wagamon left to Hobby Issacs and Hob- by left to me, to Richard Brown. I, Claudia Tough, leave my Hot Rod Hearse to anyone planning to be a mortician. I, Glenn Moore, leave my brain to science. I, June Massey, leave my quick temper and all my car headaches that Henry Ford left to me, to Furry Murray. I, John Geyer, leave my ability to tear up black and white Mercurys to Eddie Petty- john. I, Clarence Vent, leave my ability to wreck cars to Arnold Murphy. I, Grace Dutton, leave my going steady problem to Ronnie Wyatt. I, Joy Conly, leave P. L. with regret and hope that M.E. and H. W. will take good care of him next year. I, Barbara Millman, leave my ability to take shorthand dictation at 15 words a minute to anyone who can move their pencil that fast. I, Nancy Schirmer, leave my typing ability to Marcie Edginton. I, Helen Pettyjohn, leave my Georgetown romances to Sara Kay Issacs. I, Barbara Morris, leave all my trips to Milford to anyone who wants them, provided R. B. is left alone. I, JoAnn Greer, leave my troubles in Milford with J. A. to anyone who can cope with them. I, Cheryl Johnson, leave my quiet manner and disposition, my stability and my self control to Mrs. Morgan. I, Rachel Kuczawa, leave my political outlook to my close associate Mr. Freddie Hazel- tine. I, Vickie Hazzard, leave enough of my height to A1 Lofland so he'll be able to see over the steering wheel. I, Billy Baker, leave my abcessed tooth to anyone planning to enter the field of dentis- try. I, Donald Carey, do hereby leave to Fay Murray that part and parcel of 25£ receipt wrangled from me in the establishment of Samuel Shapiro in the year of Our Lord, Nineteen hundred and Sixty-One. I, Jimmie Owens, leave my seat in Electronics Class to anyone dumb enough to take it. I, Gary Lawson, leave my alias Nort to Bill Sharp. I, Chris Lank, leave my quietness to Bill Sharp.