Perry High School - Treasure Chest Yearbook (Perry, OH)

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I, Tom Green, leave niv height to Millie Kocis. I, Dick Drews, leave my cave man ways to Earl Winters. I. Russell Stutzman, leave, so Mr. Stanley can put the lab back in one piece. I, Rnrnie Trubiskv, leave my much used “lines” to Fred Colburn. I, James Rockow, leave my Touchdown arm to Tom Cerjun. I. Phyllis Langshaw, leave with Tallu. I, June Hughes, leave my corny jokes to any one who can get away with them as long as I have. I, Betty Wyant, leave my athletie ability lo Marge Spiesman. I, Sandra Bentley, leave my love of “mankind” to Janice New. I, Alice McKinney, leave my addresses of servicemen (all kinds) to anyone who wants them. I, Nancy Brigleb, leave my cooking ability to Karen Pederson. I, Joan Joles, leave my quiet laughter to “Doc” Brown. I. Dottie Trader, leave so I can devote all my time to being a homemaker. I. Georgia Frost, leave mv well-kept locker to Sandra Parrish and Sheila Hadd. I, Nancy Elliott, leave my much used handkerchief to Ruth Spiesman. I, Persis Frey, leave for the altar. I. Juanita Jersey, leave my hearty laughter to Dorothy Tims. I. Lois Hausch, leave my quiet wavs to Beverly Wanio. I, Nancy Brockway, leave my Peri-Scope troubles to next year’s editors. I, Caroline Bates, leave all my former boyfriends in Jefferson to Barbara Williams. I, Virginia Raines, leave my well used path to Jefferson to my sister, Grace. I, Rosie Butterfield, leave my cheering ability to the reserve cheerleaders. I, Eric Melkerson, leave my position as president of the Senior Class, with all its TtUU headaches to next year’s unlucky victim. I, Max Hissam, leave, so Mrs. Corwin won’t have to make out any more absent or tardy slips. I, Cody Carder, leave my southern accent to Sonny Elliott. I, Ray Deming, leave my hair to Ray Mantle. I. Bob Tenkku, leave my careful driving to Coach (NORY) Carter, to be used on Christmas Eves. I, Ai S .abo, leave my familiarity with Madison to Carol Wvant. I. Marvin Bihn, leave my seat on the bench to Tim Joles, under one condition, he must keep it warm. I, Gerald Farmiloe, leave my gripes and arguments in English with Miss Warner to any junior who thinks he can take my place. I, Ted Rainery, leave my blush to any one who looks as cute with it as I do. I, Dick Shook, leave my love for hot redding to Marina Kangas. 1. Larry Stauffer, leave my erasers to the Junior Class, saying, “Aim straight ami don’t let Mr. Stanley catch you.’ I, Ray Joles, leave my paint brush to the art classes, saying, “It ain’t much, but it’s yours, and don’t fight over it.” I. Harold Colburn, leave my knowledge of farming and “Farmers” to Jill King. I, Larry Rought, leave my studious habits to Buzz Salchow. I. Darryl Von Lehmden, leave my “good behavior” and “attentiveness” in chorus to Mr. Custer to be distributed among next year’s chorus members. I, Richard Blackmore, leave my flirting ways to next year’s senior hoys and hope that the senior girls appreciate them. I, Tom Toppari, leave my weight to next year’s football team. I. Dean New, leave my love for hillbilly music to Richard Brigleb. hc'eiitii