Paris High School - Arena Yearbook (Paris, IL)

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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 ]

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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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I, Russell Sneorley, will all of my used matches to Mr. Tucker and my old dogs to R. J. Smith. I, Bob Stark, will my ability to throw the discus to Sharon. I, Karen Sue Step, leave my dirty gym clothes to my sister, Beverly. I, George Sfipp, leave my radical ideas and sarcastic expressions to any young liberal who cares to disagree violently with his friends, enemies, and superiors next year. I, Susi Stone, will all of my belonging to Orville Hodge to use for bail. I, Ed Thomason, bequeath to Mr. Tucker, my brand new volume of Hari Kari Made Easy. I, Bettyle Todd, will leave Paris High School despite the organized efforts of my teachers. I, Donald Todd, leave my will to be settled in court. I, Gary Tresner, leave my worn-out cross-country spikes to Andy Minick to enable him to travel many more long miles. I, Dale Tuttle, will the answers to Mr. Sweeley's tests to anyone who needs them. I, Dean Vandygriff, leave all of my friends who are still in high school to Miss Juanita Wilson. I, Ralph Wagoner, will all of my good, good, grades from Mr. Sweeley's class to any incoming seniors. I, Steven Walker, will anything worth having to any underclassman who can put it to favorable use. I, Barbara Watson, will my wonderful high school days to my sister and all underclassmen. I, Rosie Wheeler, do hereby will my ability to dance to my younger brother, Phil Wheeler, in hopes he can improve it. I, Kenny Whitkanack, leave a badly demolished one-ring notebook to Max Kennedy. I, Martha Jane Willis, will my well used' 'typewriter in general clerical to Donna Propst, providing I don't get mad and throw it out the window this year. I, Mike Willison, leave my basketball suit to any other scrub who can use it with fair intentions. I, Larry Wilson, will the answers to Mr. Sweeley's tests to any incoming senior. I, Pat Wilson, will all future hayrides and make-up work to any freshman. I, Pat Winkler, leave nothing, except this piece of advice to the poor unsuspecting junior class— beware of Mr. Sweeley's required social problem tests—-they'll get you everytime. I, Bob Woltman, will my ability to be in 1-A PE every morning, on time, to Ed Wright. I, Marnita Wright, will my long hair to Carolyn Murphy. I, Oliver Yates, will my weight-reducing set to Jerry Kearn—1958-59 basketball star. I, Jim Young, after four years in Paris High School have but three things to leave. I leave my diamond studded church key and good grades in P.E. to Jerry Bess. I would also like to leave my class ring to some good looking girl who will keep it polished. I, Eleanor Zimmerly, will my pony-tail to Sharon Hall, so that she may have an official horse switch to keep pests away. [ 25 ]