Paris High School - Arena Yearbook (Paris, IL)

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I, Dorley Dodd, Jr., will to some poor unsuspecting underclassman my chair in the band hall and my place at the head of the marching band. I, Cleo Emrick, will Mrs. Irvine's English Class to Phil Eldredge so that he will have to write silly old letters. I, Mary Fields, leave to Mr. Sweeley, one-hundred feet of rope so that he may put himself out of misery. I, Janie Findley, will my well-worn, but good, P. E. patched sweat pants to Sally Ffale, may she wear them in good health. I, Sharon Findley, will my ability to cut myself in chemistry to anyone taking chemistry. I, Ron Fisk, will to some junior boy, one ear and one pencil. I, Darlene Frye, will my long hair to Billy Riley — when I get it cut. I, Sue Ann Frye, will my drum majorette ability to a drum majorette next year. I, Larry Garwood, will my interesting love-life to Jerry Brand. I, Mary Louise Gates, will my old locker in P. E. to Bonnie Zone and all of the things in it. I, Libby Gayer, being in a generous mood leave nothing to Judy Emery. I, Mary Jane German, will have nothing to will if I don't quit losing everything. I, Francie Gibbs, do hereby will my ability to be the most nervous person in speech class and to lose my voice before every speech to Nancy Werner. I, Peggy Gillespy, have decided to be selfish and keep what I've got, 'cause I'm sure going to need it in the next few years. I, Jim Givens, being of sound mind and body, do hereby leave my arguments for the Chevrolet— against the Ford, to Mr. Cattaneo. I, Orval Givens, will to John Murphy, my weight, so that he can throw it around on the gridiron next year. I, Oda Gosnell, will all the swats Mr. Lynch would like to give me to some unsuspecting soul. I, Wayne Greenlee, will my first million dollars to David Clover, who is always broke. I, Robert Greenwood, being of sound mind—well, leave all my spare time to Jim Payne and Jim- Dyer. I hope they use more of it than I did. I, Mary Lou Hale, leave my earrings to anyone who doesn't have pierced ears. I, Carolyn Hall, leave my sister. Isn't that enough? I, Darlene Harrison, leave to all the cats that have been using them for the last four years -—my pad and refrigerator. I, Carroll Hartley, leave all I know about airplanes to any boy in Paris High School who is fool enough to want to be a pilot. I, Mary Ann Haun, leave troubles, troubles, troubles, to Nancy Coffee. I, Earlena Henson, will my new senior locker to some lucky junior girl. I, Nancy Hiddle, will all of the tape off a certain class ring to Phyllis Keltz. I, Karen Hill, will nothin' to nobody because I came with nothing and am leaving with nothing. I, David Tank Hollis, will my fooball ability, along with my worn-out toothbrush, to Tony Curl. I, Louis Homann, will my bassoon to any unlucky person who takes it up. I, Ron Ivy, will all the lemons in Paris High to Harlan' Bynum. I, Suzanne Jamison, will to Claudia McConkie my old gym shoes. I, Dorothy Lea Johnson, will all of the pleasures .of being a senior, to my sister Joyce. I, Ossian Russell Keith Jones, III, full of ambition, do leave this school of learning to learn the art of law. I will to Louie Waterloo one beat-up B-flat tuba with sticky valves. Don't take it, Denny! I, Larry Jones, will my height to Mr. Day. I, Shary Katt, will my ability to yell the notorious ape call to anyone who takes 1-A P. E. class next year. I, Donald Kelsheimer, will my affection for Latin to any incoming freshman who needs it. I, Don Keltz, will my ability in woodworking to Phil Brown. I, Betty Jane Knuckles, leave my pet name, Popsickle Kid , to Dorris Ferris. I, Sandy Kvasnicka, will my twirling position to any student who wants to be a twirler as I did. I, Hermien Lambrechtse, leave my crazy mixed-up accent to Miss Greenman,- my full-blooded Dutch inheritance traits to Kathy Eads. I, James Lankster, leave all of my hair to Jerry Mo Fitzgerald. I, Sally Laughlin, leave P. H. S. some peace and quiet as I am the last of the Laughlin clan. [ 23 ]

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This WILL made the 15th day of November, nineteen-hundred fifty-seven, between the senior class of fifty-eight , part y of the first part, and all student bodies hereafter, part ”y of the second part, witness that we do this day make our last will and testimony. Signed — SENIOR CLASS OF 1958 I, Paul Augustus, will my chair in Social Problems to Bill Baker. I, Cecilia Bangiolo, leave the lustrous, vibrant, well-rounded tones of my brilliant, voluminous speaking voice to echo forever through the halls of P. H. S. and from the walls of the only muster-pot yellow room I've ever seen or heard of. I, Naomi Bell, leave my easy-to-wave short hair to anyone who would like to have it. I, Tommy Belt, leave my kitchen in Boys'Home Ec. class to Jerry Fitzgerald, so that he can learn how easy it is to be a bachelor. I, Preston Bishop, will my pad of excuse slips to Pricilla Rhyan, and my talent for changing F's to A's to Barbara Hall—who found her socks. I, Karen Blume, leave my brain to Mr. Waltman's biology classes. May they get more use out out of it than I did. I, Earl Bolin, leave my goods times in P. H. S. to an incoming freshman. I, Tom Boling, having nothing of tangible value to bequeath to posterity, leave to the faculty my posterior as a blarney stone. I, Jim Boyer, will my track spikes to some unlucky future freshman. I, Judy Bozarth, will my two-year taxi service to some junior girl. I, R. J. Brannon, leave the school in the hands of the underclassmen. How will it ever survive? I, James E. Brazell, will to any junior my place in Mr. Stabler's history class, and will give $1.00 to anyone who can break my record on the Presidents test. I, Jean Bright, will all my abilities to anyone who will make good use of them. I, Brenda Brown, will my pens and pencils to anyone who finds them. I, Carolyn Brown, will my excellent driving ability to Donna Propst, whom I scare to death. I, Gerald B. Burba, leave. Rest at last! (For the faculty! I, Linda Caskey, will whatever there is to will to someone who wants it. I, Joyce Cochran, will my seat in study hall to Brenda Jones — only if she promises to wear shin-guards. She'll need them! I, Brenda Collier, will my ability to get along in Terre Haute to Sandy Holloway, Kay Ann Hale and Nancy Coffee. I, Jerry Collier, will my license plates to Cavanaugh because the cops know them by heart. I, Sally Collier, came to school a doggone fool and leave the same way. I, Kay Ann Connery, will to Sharon Hall, my ability to always look an utter mess after gym class. I, Sue Connery, leave my ability to keep out of trouble to Pat Toughey, Ann Stipp, and Nancy Coffee. I, Frank Cheatham, will my books to anyone who finds them. I, Dave Clover, will my ability to buy good lemons to anyone who gets tired of a fast car. I, Tom Cravens, will all my unhappiness in high school to anyone who wants it. I, Thelma Davidson, leave Paris High to my brother in hopes that he can do more to it than I did. I, Donna Dawson, leave my cousin, Judy, to P. H. S. I, Guenter Dechant, will to Steve Adams, my little knowledge of German, so that he need not study it in college. I expect him to transfer some of his English to me. I, David Dennison, will to Fitzgerald my bookkeeqing manual, as he will need It again next year. [ 22 ]

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I, Virginia Lowry, will to Mrs. Findley a set of slightly used Russian roullette. I, Lynda Luddington, will all of the good times I have had during high school to my brother, who starts working out his sentence next year. I, Wanda Lynch, leave my one worldly possession, my old green Chrysler, to Donna Cusick, a 'big dumb kid' who will park it in its rightful place. (In front of the boys gym.) I, Dick Marlowe, leave all of my earthly possessions, except my car, to my freshman brother, and some of my leanness. He needs it! I, Charles Martin, will all of my grades back to the teachers of Paris High School. I, Virginia Melton, will to all the incoming freshmen, all of the fun I had in gym class and all the social problems tests that weren't too hard. I, Joy McDaniel, will my ability to get a seventh hour class to some poor unlucky junior. I, John McGill, leave my old notes in Mr. Stabler's history class to Teddy Weber; I think he will need them. I, Pamela McNabb, will Mr. Johnson to some lucky junior. I, Anita Miller, will my hobby of reading to Mark Scott. I, Jean Miller, leave all of the fun and troubles I have had in P. H. S. to anybody who would want them. I, Juanita Miller, hereby will to any underclassman, my sixteen-mile bus ride to school everyday. I, Karen Minesinger, will all of the arguments and good times I had in Mr. Keenan's algebra class to any incoming freshman, with the idea of having fun instead of studying. I, Nancy Morecraft, will my ablilty to argue with Mr. Sweeley to my little sister. Let's hope she does better. I, Linda Morrisey, will my unlimited ability of keeping still in class to my adherants. I, Lois Morrisey leave my good behavior in high school to all of those naughty sophmores, including Ann Stipp. I, Judy Nelson, will my new senior locker to Jeannie Wright. I, Janice Pasero, will my ability to stay out of trouble to Pat Toughy — in hopes that she will make better use of it than I have. I, Bob Pendley, leave to some attractive freshman girl, my brother. I, Jack Pine, will my seat in advanced algebra to anyone who think he can pass the subject. I, Mickey Pope, being of sound mind and able body, do will all the land of P. H. S. and the buildings on it, back to the Indians. I also will my iob of counting pennies for Mr. Lynch to Ron Murray, my head assistant. I, Donald Potter, will my knowledge of math and title of Univac to Dave Cravens. I, Lucille Ramsey, will my gym locker, with all the clothes in it to Nancy Coffee. I, Kay Rice, leave all the fun I have had in high school to my sister, Janice. I, Charles Ridley, will my orange-flame pants to anyone who has enough guts to wear them. I, Forrest Rhoads, will my name Frog to anyone who thinks he can stay in my shoes over my four years of leaps and bounds at P. H. S. I, Barbara Rogers, hereby will to Eva Rogers the pleasure (?) of typing Sweeley Meditates for the Tiger Tales. I, Evelyn Rogers, will my beloved seat in social problems to my sister, Eva. I, Phil Sanders, will my ability to get into trouble to myself, because I will need it next year. I, Rosemary Sanqinette, will to Mrs. Irvine all of my patience. She will need it if she has an- other second-hour English class like the one this year. I, Ruthann Scott, will my height to Lela Kay Cochran. I will, I will, I will. Anyway I Judy Seward, hope I will graduate. I, Margaret Shanks, leave with a smile and best wishes, to my brother, Mike, Wonderful Days in P.H.S. I, Darrell Simons, will my Redfangs to RattaiI Griffin, also my broken yoyo to Bisco. I, Robert Allan Simpson, will my apron and touch of luck, plus dishwater hands, to any boy who takes the boys' Home Economics. I, Donnie Skinner, will to some freshman the secret of sleeping— while sitting upright in a chair with my eyes open. I, Homer Dean Smittkamp, will to the Greenhands, all of the fun I have had in the Paris F.F.A. chapter. [ 24 ]