Naperville Central High School - Arrowhead Yearbook (Naperville, IL)

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I, Jacquie Krahl, bequeath to Marcia Howard, one bomb to get her brother and sister out of bed in the mornings, and four new tires so we can get to school on time. I, Tom Kraisinger, bequeath my Chevy to any poor sucker who owns a Ford. I, Barb Labedz, bequeath my lovely Leader's Club shorts to Mike Coakley in hopes that she can wear them in three years. I, Myrna Landorf, bequeath my driveway to anyone who is afraid of dark places between 10:00 p.m. and 1:00 a.m. I, Pat Lanter, bequeath my Shudie Award to Renee Doyle. I, Helen Lehnen, bequeath my height to Donna Emerson, so that together we'll make an average sized person. I, Sharon Massier, bequeath my short-hand notes to Carol Donkin. I, Sue Matter, bequeath all my club membership cards to Gale Johnson. I, Bill McCraigh, bequeath my tortuous path from class to class to any up-and-coming wolf dog on the prowl. I, Ron McNew, bequeath my ability to pass physics to all iuniorsg they will need it. I, Sandra Meadal, bequeath my potato chip sandwiches to Judy Whitney. l, Emery Meiley, bequeath my football, wrestling, and baseball shoes to Charles Meiley. If Verna Mengedoth, bequeath my Leader's notebook to Mrs. Weesner I if she can find itl. I, Pete Messenger, bequeath my white-hot Ford to anyone living on S. Wright. I, Karen Mielke, bequeath my iob in the cafeteria to some poor, unfortunate, and scatter-brained person. I, Rose Marie Minkel, bequeath my nickname, Ditcher, to my be- loved shorthand classmate, Mary Berthold. I, Jerallyn Miro, bequeath my gymsuit to an antique-collecting underclassman. I, Diane Mueller, bequeath my locker to Tom Priz for his senior year. I, Pete Murphy, bequeath my brother's red pants to someone who wants to be loud on School Spirit Day. I, Sue Navalany, bequeath the saying, By-You, and my locker to Charlotte Durma. I, Bill Nolte, bequeath assemblies without poetry to N.C.H.S. students who don't know what they're missing. I, Bill Nordbrock, bequeath N.C.H.S. to the A.E.C. I, Doug Nuckols, bequeath my Mouseman presidency to Steve Fear. I, Bruce Odette, bequeath some explaining equipment to the physics department. I, Mary Ruth Oran, am not going to bequeath one single thing. The few things I have, I need, and no one else would want them any- way. I, Len Overcash, bequeath my heavy foot to hot rodders, and my loclfer door to whomever finds it next year. I, Don Owens, bequeath my supply of keys to Len Overcash, and 'ny hard earned speeding tickets to Mr. Blount. l, Raymon Owens, bequeath my four years of loyal school spirit 'o all strong-hearted Redskins. l, Agnes Perkins, bequeath the latch for the middle door of the locker 'oom iwhich has been missing for 'four yearsj, to Mrs. Weesner. , Erika Pribel, bequeath the pencil that I've used since seventh grade 'o any aspiring freshman who wants to push his way through high school with a short pencil. , Grace Putnam, bequeath one thousand, four hundred, and sixty- :even posters to anyone willing to gather and burn them. , Randy Radock, bequeath . . . well no, I want it after all. , Renell Ridley, bequeath my vast knowledge of pop singers to my avorite, Edie Gorme. , Lorraine Riha, bequeath all sorts of bobby pins to a deserving rnderclass, long-hair male who wants curls. , Marlene Roschke, bequeath all the combs I have lost to my sister. , Cookie Roth, bequeath a can of red paint Iwater colorsl, and some wrapping paper to next year's homecoming co-chairmen, Pep Club, and Student Council officers. I, Charles Sabine, bequeath all the cheat sheets I used to use to anyone who has something better to do than study. I, Caryl Schmidt, bequeath my unelasticized gym socks to some penny-pinching female athlete. I, Larry Seymour, bequeath all of my heart-warming memories of N.C.H.S. to any courageous person who wants them. I, Anne Shigut, bequeath locker l235 to someone who can't count. I, Sandi Sievert, bequeath my extraordinary ability to iuggle bedpans to Charlotte Davisson. I, Gilbert Singer, bequeath the three years I didn't have here to someone more fortunate. I, James Harvey Slater, bequeath all of my teachers Ivvith best wishesl, to next year's seniors. I, Pat Spangler, bequeath a bottle of rum to Betty Wohlcl, a gym suit to the lost and found, my painting to S. Hultquist, my best poetry to A. Frytag, and my E for effort to Miss Gale. I, Dick Springborn, bequeath my red and green piece of gym equip- ment to Big Bad Bill Beckman. I, Charlotte Stafford, bequeath my recipe for cleaning class rings in whiskey to Sharon Massier and Joan Born. I, Sandy Steck, bequeath my red hair to anyone who wants to be remembered as the bad one in a group. I, Bob Stripp, bequeath my bass horn to Tom Howell. I, Don Stump Jr., bequeath my sidewalk-driving ability to Harold Richardson. I, Amy Taylor, bequeath my squeak on the trampoline to Naomi Yaginuma. I, Karen Tendall, bequeath one shampoo and one Joy bottle to Renee Doyle and Pat McDaniels. I, Ken Thompson, bequeath all of my empty milk cartons to Millicent Sherwood. I, Ken Turner, bequeath my ability to gain weight to Tom Crabtree so that he won't have to go on a diet before each wrestling meet. I, Jim Vermaat, bequeath my mother's cook book to the cafeteria. I, Joyce Vermaat, bequeath my senior English book to Richard Dennis White. I, Bud Waggoner, bequeath my gentleman-like tactics on the football field to Ed Lipscomb and Neil Stiefbold. I, Dave Ward, do solemnly bequeath my pureness in mind to Jim Noffsinger, my pureness in heart to Berby Boecker, and my pureness in body to the city of Palatine. I, John Warwick, bequeath my stretched sweater to Betty Weldy. I, Sherry Wattonville, bequeath my sparkling personality, my crude sense of humor, my ability to get along with animals, and my knack for starting riots to anyone who lacks any of these fine attributes. I, Jack Weissenborn, bequeath my Painter's Union card to anyone who thinks he or she can fulfill it. I, Janice Westlund, bequeath my ability for leaving the car running in the parking lot to the boy in gym class who shut it off. I, Judy Westlund, bequeath my cold band uniform from football season, to some fortunate sax player next year. I, Barb White, bequeath the notes for my term paper to anyone who can straighten them out. I, Kay Wier, bequeath a copy of Crime and Punishment to Jfan Little. I, Dottie Witt, bequeath my dimples to Lorraine Riha. l, Jim Witt, bequeath my ability to carry on conversation while on a date with the opposite sex to Bill Kuhn. I, Sue Witte, bequeath to the two extremes of mechanical drawing, John Philpott and Ray Born, my eraser and my erasing shield. I, Richard Wyllie, bequeath my gas allowance to Ted Butterfield so he won't run out. I, Ken Yager, bequeath my Friday and Saturday nite adventures to anyone who has a yen for excitement. We, the Senior Class of 1959, bequeath the trees from our Freshman Class Party to Miss Gam.

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Senior 6111.45 IW!! I, Terry Anthoney, bequeath my farm to my family until I get out of school. I, Loretta Arney, bequeath my ability to be quiet and stand still to Joan Pfaff. I, Bill Augsburg, bequeath a new set of tires to Harry Berger to replace his bald ones. I, Ted Barkei, bequeath a new chorus to Mr. Coleman so he has something to work with. I, Marge Batterton, bequeath my ability and know-how as a monitor to Ed Lipscomb. I, Bob Baumgartner, bequeath N.C.H.S. to the moon for observation. I, Emily Belding, bequeath the name of my car, Chasta, lChasta- have gas-Chastahave oill, to Joanne Church. I, Keith Berger, bequeath my nickname, Harry, to anyone who thinks he or she can properly fulfill it. I, Mary Beringer, bequeath the Green Beast to Joan Born because she lives so far from school. I, Cathy Boecker, bequeath all the yellow passes we didn't get to next year's senior girls in last-hour gym class. I, Joan Born, bequeath my ability to grow long, natural, blonde halr to Billie Haas so that she may receive some of my compliments. I, Gene Boysen, bequeath my impossible gym lock to the office safe. I, Rita Brandt, bequeath my sneeze to anyone who likes to be laughed at. I, Lorraine Brezlnski, bequeath the pogo stick bequeathed to me, to any underclassman who is short. I, Gladys Brown, bequeath the Naperville Centennial Pool to Berby Boecker, and she knows why. I, Marlene Brown, bequeath all my English speeches to any under- classman who is brave enough to give them. I, Audrey Burgess, bequeath my locker door to Diana Feist. I, William Bussey, bequeath my interest in flying to Ken Anderson. I, Paul Butosov, bequeath the net we tore to shreds at Mooseheart to next year's basketball team. I, Ken Choat, bequeath my title, Squire, to some lucky sophomore who will have Mr. Hill for biology. I, Terrence Tracy Clark, bequeath my monogrammed can opener to Renee Doyle. I, Marilyn Clausen, bequeath my place in the French horn section to Margie Asplund. I, Maxine Coolidge, bequeath the drum in modern dance to coming native classes. I, L. D. Davis, bequeath nothing to anyone who wants it, because I have nothing to bequeath. I, Louise Dedina, bequeath a tank-full of gas to Karen Goede for all her short, short trips. I, Peg Doherty, bequeath an air-wick to the first floor telephone booth. I, Ton Ebel, bequeath my ability to pronounce German to Mr. Gehrig's next favorite. I, John Eggerman, bequeath my avocation, taking attendance in room 253, to a iunior who doesn't need to study. I, Sue Eller, bequeath an economy size box of Kleenex to Mr. Hoel to replace all the ones I've used. I, Donna Erickson, bequeath my term paper notes to anyone who can read them to put them in order. I, Chuck Erickson, bequeath my 20th Century World Book, The Greek Mind, to the Greeks. I, Arlla Faulhaber, bequeath my basketball term, Way to move 'em out, to Dave Heppberger. I, .lack Fessler, bequeath my green Ford for use as next year's Driver Training car. I, Marilyn Fink, bequeath my ability to waste 30 minutes a day to Lynn Taylor-to use next year during French study hall. I, Butch Firestein, bequeath my terrific speed to Frenchie Massier and my good looks to Congo-man Kuhn. I, Dave Fitch, bequeath my seat in the back of French class to any sleepy French student. I, Mary Flanders, bequeath my black, blue, and green legs, and one yellow and white ball point pen to Mary Jean Jansen. I, Don Frey, bequeath my few remaining drops of midnight oil to any underclassman who might want them. I, Nancy Gates, bequeath my first floor locker to Barb Moede, if she can fight her way to it. I, Richard Gehrke, bequeath my physique to Mr. Toothill. I, Marion Geltz, bequeath my cashier's iob in the cafeteria- to Paul Clusen. I, Robert Geltz, bequeath my gym socks to anyone who thinks his feet are good enough for them. I, Alice Gillhoover, bequeath all my fondest dreams to someone who can figure them out. I, Jean Glafenheim, bequeath my address book to Jim Schafer since he wants to write to German girls. l, Karen Goede, bequeath a duplicate set of car keys to my little sister, Renetta Wagner, so no more windows will be broken. I, Barb Goodin, bequeath the light bulb I took from the girls' locker room in my freshman year to Annie Williams. I, Barry Groves, bequeath all kinds of yarn to the girls who want to knit at Youth Center. I, James Grush, bequeath my blood. I, Jack Haidu, bequeath my third eater to anyone who has a third to be eaten. I, Mike Hanlon, bequeath my favorite possession, my Spanish book, to Timothy A. Platt. I, David Harr, bequeath the remains of George to Myron Kilgore. I, Ralph Hartman, bequeath a mid-morning snack time to N.C.H.S. I, Ken Hatch, bequeath my superior skills and abilities to do home- work and pass subiects with flying colors to anyone who would like them. I, Ruthanne Henry, bequeath my locker to Don Landorf for future use. I, Janet Hieronymus, bequeath my office in District Hi-Y-Tri-Hi-Y to Kenton Clymer in hopes that he can make next year's conference good. I, Bob Hipple, bequeath my poker money to anyone who wins it. I, Bill Hopp, bequeath my contacts at Sacred Heart Academy to any iunior boy with the ability to take them over. I, Robert House, bequeath my soul for the study of psychology and the human mind. I, Marcia Howard, bequeath my title senior to the iunior class so I can start all over again as a freshman . . . in college that is. I, Sheila Hoyle, bequeath the iob of will-collector to a bequeather who has nothing else to bequeath. I, John Hultquist, bequeath my last year at N.C.H.S.-as it was the best. I, Heather Humphreys, bequeath my deteriorating size 30 tank suit to Joanne Church who has spent so many enioyable evenings with me at the college pool. I, Hugh Hunter, bequeath one cast to Jerry Olsen, so that he may spin on his back while dancing. I, Sharon Janko, bequeath my large red Leader shorts to Helen Lehnen. I, Jim Kakacek, bequeath a bomb shelter to Naperville Community High School. I, Ryan Kaney, bequeath my enthusiasm and zest for doing calisthenics in physical education to Douglas Hastert. I, Joann Kartheiser, bequeath my ventilated gym suit to a cool freshman. I, Bruce Keeler, bequeath my exceptionally clean sweat clothes to Ray Pekarek. I, Frank Keller, bequeath my accounting book to any underclassman who likes to work with figures. I, Jim Kitterman, bequeath my pendulum to any freshman who needs a swing. I, Ann Kohley, bequeath a hulahoop to Mrs. Weesner. I, Carole Kopack, bequeath my Advanced Mechanical Drawing book to any girl who is willing to accept it.

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