Taylor County High School - Sampler Yearbook (Perry, FL)

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TViU €Uui 7c £cUH€Ht I, Wendell Jones, do leave my ability to get along with Mr. Blankenship or Moe to Billy Ezell. I, Claude Kemp, do leave my testbooks, intelligence, personality, studies, and problems to the future graduates ofT. C. H. S. I, Kay Parrish, do leave my football position, left guard, to anyone with enough brains, determination, and in- testinal fortitude to tackle it. I, Merle Pitts, do leave my extreme height and birdlegs to Ruth Crosby. I, Ralph Poppell, do leave my brain in charge of Mrs. Hart. I, Brad Porter, do leave; thank goodness. I, Carolyn Redd, do leave all my responsibilities to Tookie Dekle; she is tall enough to look them in the face. I, Ed Ricketson, do leave my ability to get along with Mrs. Hart to Danny Franklin for future years in Math. I, Lavoy Robinson, do leave my swamp angel looks to Martha Carter; she'll need them next year. I, Auley Rowell, do leave my countrified ways to John Dorman. Not that he needs any more. I, Etsie Mae Sadler, do hereby leave my energetic way of playing field ball to anyone who needs it. I, Harvey Sadler, do leave a chance to make it to someone who needs it. I, Willard Sadler, do leave every book and everything to the next year's students to learn from and hope Mr. Polk gets a better class. I, Roscoe Sheffield, do leave my position on the 1959 Football Team to Daniel Mathis. Good luck, Dan! I, Jerry Sheppard, do leave Mr. Anderson all of the back desks in speech class where his better students sat. I, Mitchell Simmons, do leave one last statement: Let's settle this over a Winston. I, Arthur Singletary, do leave my good looks to Tommy Williams and my basketball skills to Mike Akers. I, Henry Slaughter, do leave. I, Morris Steen, do leave my typewriter, No. 528, to Felton English. I, Genevieve Stephens, do hereby leave my P. A. D. book to anyone who thinks they can pass it or get along with Mr. Blankenship. I, Sandy Summerall, do leave my fickle heart and ability to have a good time to Betty Ann Roye. I, Bob Rogers, do leave my ability to sleep in class to anyone who needs the sleep. I, Jerry Kirkland, do leave my ability to get along with all my teachers to anyone who can do it. I, Elouise King, do leave my ability to get along with Mr. Blankenship for the last four years to all his future pupils. I, Virginia Kuhn, do leave my Confederate money to any faithful Rebel who believes that the South will rise again. I, Ann Kreager, do leave my ability to move three times to the same place in my Senior year to Ruth Crosby. I, June Langford, do leave my ability to say the wrong thing at the wrong time to Billy Grant. I, Mary Lou Lewis, do will my crazy, mixed-up love life to my sister, Louise. May she handle it better than I did. I, Evangle Lewis, do leave my ability to pass D. C. T. to Virginia Vann. I, Ann Lilliott, do leave to Joan Adams the keys to my Sputnik providing that she learns how to go to the drive- in without spilling catsup. I, Bob Lilliott, do leave my ability to argue with Miss Boyd to Linda Dixon. May she have as many arguments as I did. I, Mary Frances Mathis, do leave to Karen Dale my ability to have a good time all the time. I, Robert McDonald, do leave my brains to my sister Bettye; she needs them. I, Betty Miller, do leave to the Latin I students who plan on taking Latin II next year, my sympathy. I, Randolph Murphy, hope I leave this Senior class for next year's coming up. I, Tommy Nola, do leave my ability to get along with everybody and my soft voice to Mr. Blankenship. I, Paddy O'Grady, do leave to Betty Lou Hendry and Sandra Higgs two pairs of roller skates, so they can get to school next year. I, Janice O'Steen hereby leave my place as a Senior to anyone who wants it. I, June Parker, leave my ability to keep from saying something at the wrong time to my cousin, Charles Wayne Flores. I, Yvonne Parker, do leave to Frances Leverette my ability to eat all I want and still maintain my slim figure. I, Jack Taylor, do leave my bus route after ball practice to Woody Norman. I, Jackson Tedder, do leave my happy-go-lucky ways to anyone who thinks they might be of some use to them. I, Bill Terrell, do leave my trig, book to my brother, Richard. I, Alice Touchton, leave my grades to my sister Martha, for she will need them. I, Cynthia Tougas, do leave one very sightly worn Latin II book to my sister, Judy. I, Randy Trammel, do leave my ability to kill deer back of the radio station to Bill Opperman, he'll need it. I, June Vogt, do leave all the fun I've had during school to my underclassmen. I, Jerry Wakefield, do leave this Institution (School) a better place at my departure. I, John Wesley Walker, do leave my extreme height 5'7 to Mike Akers 5'4 . I, O'Neal Ward, do leave to some unlucky lad twelve years of hard luck. I, Judy Warren, do hereby leave my drawl to Janie Baughman. She needs it more than I. I, Frank Welch, do leave my ability to get along with the teachers to anyone who can keep their trap shut. I, Geneve Whiddon, do leave my ability to misspell words to Betty Jo Whiddon, who doesn't need it at all. I, Jimmy Whitlock, do leave my suave manner and easy way with the Women to Henry Capps. I, Ray Wood, do leave a piece of advice: pay no attention to my Senior saying, I'm not. Page Eighteen

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•daAt TiJUl and, HeAtament We, the class of '59, being of sound mind (the preceding statement refers to the majority of the class; however, it has not been agreed upon by the faculty and student body), in the event that we do not return to earth within a reasonable length of time after May 29, do hereby will, bequeath, and devise all of our worldly goods and pos- sessions to the following beneficiaries. To the Sponsors we leave the bill for the photostatic copies of our diplomas. To the Juniors we leave the fun (?) of getting a Senior Trip and then financing it. To the Sophomores we leave our parking places at Lucy's. To the Freshmen we leave our immunity to pneumonia which will be useful in future car washes. As individuals we bequeath the following: I, Brenda Alexander, do leave my membership in the Glee Club to some lucky underclassman. I, Billie Joyce Bailey, do leave all the fun I've had in my Junior and Senior years to Elizabeth Terrell. I, Sarah Baker, do leave my Senior English books to some lucky (?) Junior. I, Donna Bennett, do hereby leave with Ann Kreager the memories of all the good times we have had in the past 2 1 2 years. I, Nathan Bethea, do leave my spurs, horse, boots, lasso, and saddle to Miss Maxwell. I, Karlene Blue, do leave with Janice O'Steen; how we laughed as we labored together. I, Calvin Blue, do leave all my D. C. T. booklets to Tommy Stanaland, and my ability to pass tests in D. C. T. I, Foy Braddock, do leave my ability to loaf through an entire football season without getting caught to Woody Norman. Dick Sumner doesn't need it. I, Herman Buckhalter do leave my English III to some unlucky person. I, Sandra Jean Burch, do leave my ability to get into situations, with the aid of June and Kenneth to Sissie Dickinson. I, Wayne Burroughs, do leave to Jimmy Clymer my singing ability. May he use it to a greater advantage than I did. I, Buddy Byrd, do leave to Robert Taylor one pair of old gym socks, a pair of pants, a shirt, and one pair of used shoe strings. I, Patsy Casey, do leave my ability to date, have fun, and get home on time to Linda Dixon, Linda Mann, and Betty Barger. I, Jackie Chambers, do will my ability to pass American History to Ruth Crosby. I, Tommy E. Cook, do leave my ability to get along with Mr. Mann to Ronnie Jones. I, J. C. Connell, do leave this D. C. T. class for all those crazy enough to follow. I, Edd Courtney, do leave. I, Wallace Cruce, do leave my Lucky Strikes to someone who is braver than me. I, Ronnie Dalton, do leave this question to whoever may find need of it: Mr. Chesser, what if? and Why? I, Larry Dansby, do leave my P. A. D. book to Mr. Tom Blankenship to give to one of his future P. A. D. students, and I wish them luck. We, Bessie Johnson and Lillian Davis, do leave our title, The Two Big Mouths, to our sisters, Ann and Mane. I, Georgia Davis, do leave to the Junior class my salesmanship; they surely will need it to become a full pledged Senior. I, Memorie Dees, do leave my ability to pass D. C. T. to Joyce Foster. I, Don Denmark, do leave my ability to get an excused absence to Edward Gilpin. I, Lavelle Denmark, do leave my quiet ways and hidden talents to anyone who can find them. I, Dennis Dreyer, do leave my switch-blade, brass knuckles, blackjack, and black leather jacket to Mr. Blanken- ship. I, Virginia Ezell, do leave my stage fright to Henry Capps. I, Laney Freeman, do leave my textbooks and good grades to George Pierce. I, Dink Freeman, do will my weird speeches and saying to Janice Freeman, if she can stand them. I Merelyn Grubbs, do leave my many hidden talents to anyone who can find them. I can't! I, Collee Hart, do will my ability to smile to Mr. Young; his students next year will need it. I, Helen Hartley, do will my ability to get married and keep it a secret till graduation to all the engaged and steady couples at T. C. FI. S. I, Dozier B. Hendry, ain't gonna will nothing to nobody 'cause I need everything I've got. (And more, too!) I, Molly Hendry, do leave anything that I have left behind, that they can find, to Charlotte Holt and Brenda Hendry. I, Alan Holt do leave to Billy Grant, my old Yellow Tank. I, Willene Johnson, do leave my ability to put my foot in my mouth to whoever is willing to take the consequences. I, Donald Johnson, do leave my hidden talents to anyone who can find them. (I can't. ) I, Barbara Hare Jones, do will my happiness in marrying my sweetheart from the eighth grade in the twelfth to any deserving eighth grader. I, Verlon K. Jones, do leave my versatility to Dick Sumner. Page Seventeen

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SufcenhxtiveA Why, you idiot, this clothes chest is big enough to bury a man in. !