Paris High School - Arena Yearbook (Paris, IL)

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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 ]

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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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