Powhatan High School - Big Chief Yearbook (Powhatan, VA)

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THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the graduating class ot 1948, being of sound mind and in full possession of all of our faculities, do hereby make our last will and testament: I, Barbara Adams, leave my page boy hair style to Hallie Creed. Hallie, 1 think that style would be very becoming. I, Ruby Duty, leave my shorthand books to anyone willing t o use them. I hope you have better luck than I did. I, Evelyn Lavne, leave my chemistry book to R. F. Jessup. R. F., you may someday want to be a scientist and notes will help. I, Marion Mann, leave my ability to draw to all the students who go around writing on the walls and desks. Now, maybe you can put your art on paper. I, Betty Montgomery, leave my place in Geometry class to Nancy Brown. Nancy, I hope you make more progress than I did in “that class. I, Beulah Moyer, leave my bookkeeping book to LaVerne Grotz. 1, Dorothy Owen, leave my position as shortstop on the softball team to Dottie Mann. The way you roll your eyes, Dottie, is enough to make the umpire give Powhatan the game. I, Millicent Payne, leave my soft voice and nice smile to B. D. Kornegay and Mary Jane Goodwyn. I leave my pretty red hair to Rose Cameron. Rose, you won’t have to fuss about dyeing your hair now! I, Mary Pickles, leave my big mouth to Mary Ann Heath. Maybe when you are a senior Mrs. Bowles won ' t have to fuss at you. I, Elsie Schoeder, leave my government notes to some junior who needs help. 1, Flossie Spicer, leave my ability to chew gum in class without the teacher catching me to Jimmy Grump. Jimmy, maybe the history teacher won’t catch you now. I, Ann Webb, leave my English notes to Doris Poore. Maybe if Mr. Firebaugh teaches you English you can agree with him. I couldn’t! I, Phyllis Wells, leave my sewing ability to Eleanor Wilkinson. Make lots ot pretty dresses, Eleanor. I, Dorothy Worsham, leave my pretty curls to Barbara Booker. All you have to do when you want curls is to tie paper in your hair, Barbara. I, Virginia Bodie, leave my sweet smile and southern accent to Lois Anderson. Lois, it’s very simple—smile, and use that accent and you will make lots of friends. I, Evelyn Hubbard, leave my quiet ways and nice disposition to Elizabeth Pitts. Make use of it, Elizabeth, and be sure that ball team wins next year. I, Winfree Anderson, leave my way of pestering the girls to Walter Drinkard. Walter, I hope they don’t slap you like they did me. - 4 { 26 )” •-

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THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT ( Continued ) I, Herbert Bowles, leave my curly black hair to PI cover Berry. The girls really go for it, Hoover. I, Howard Bowles, leave my shy ways to N. B. Goodwyn. I, Lawrence Bradshaw, leave my precious possessions—the junior girls to next year’s senior class. I, Charles Dunkley, leave my ability to teach bookkeeping to Wesley Wor¬ sham. If you use my method the students will learn. Virginia did. I, David Haurand, leave my ability to drive the tractor to Marshall Lipscomb. Marshall, take my advice and don’t look back of you when the tractor is in 5th gear. I, James Hubbard, leave my ability to get ads for the annual to Evelyn Mae Brown. It takes work, Evelyn. I, Steve Messenger, leave my good looks to Herbert Bell. They help when it is the question of girls. I, Stuart Moyer, leave my height to Tommy Farris. Tommy, if you will just get fat along with growing taller, you’ll be O.K. I, Wallace Moyer, leave my ability to be a safety patrol to Helen Sprouse. I hope you won’t have too hard a job! I, Sammy Parker, leave my ability of making speeches to Eileen Weakley. Eileen, if you don’t think about it too much, you will be O.K. I, James Pennington, leave my motor bike to H. H. Webb. You can use it if if your car breaks down. I, Percy Webb, leave my motor bike to Charlotte Firebaugh. Charlotte, I hope your Pop thinks it is safe for you, he didn’t think it was safe for me. I, Joe Worsham, leave my ability to leave the speed cop on route 60 to Jim Jervey. It isn’t a good thing to do, though. I, George Sheller, leave ail my books to George Wright. You had better try studying them sometimes. We, the Senior Class of 1948, leave to the faculty all the amazing knowledge and startling information that we have furnished them in our examination papers from time to time. To the Junior Class, we will our Senior dignity. May they uphold it with all seriousness and gravity, as we have done. To the Sophomore Class, we will our undying school spirit and loyalty. To the 8th grade, we leave all the worries and troubles of upper classmen. May they live through it! 4 { 27