Zephyrhills High School - Zephilsco Yearbook (Zephyrhills, FL)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT I, Bill Simons, will to Elizabeth Witt my position as anchor man in Trig class and the one theorum which always confused me: In equal circles, equal chords are equally distant from the center. I, Elaine McKendrec, leave to Alice Wintersteen my reputation for never driving over the speed limit; just over innocent pedestrians! I, Dick Dayton, bestow upon Linda Alien my library of horror comics for quiet evenings at home, and my unabridged copy of The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire , which makes a cool footstool. I, Donna Campbell, will to Judy Carlson my ability to type 150 words a minute with my left thumb; and to David Smith my inane laugh. I, Barbara Adams, leave to Linda Graeber my patience to wait for that special someone a long time. I, Gary Crist, give to Carolyn Maddux my old, worn-out sax reeds, and to Keith Johnson I bequeath my wonderful privilege of having no lunches. I, Bonnie Reed, do will to Doris Stewart my Peanuts comic strip collection and my pin-ups of Snoopy, and to Douglas Armstrong I will my book Ten Easy Lessons on Building Igloos in the South Seas. I, Jimmy Kress, leave to Curtis Tucker my jet-propelled motor-cycle and my nickname of Weed. I, Judy Oliver, (better known as Long Tall Sally) bequeath to Nell Odum my tendency to look down on everybody. I, Bruce Weicht, give to Terry Wright my old cigarette butts so he won't have to bum. I, Linda Freeburg, will to Margaret Johnson my skill for writing unreadable shorthand and my knack for hiding things and then not being able to find them. I, L. B. Jones, will to June Casten my 14 carat gold wall plaque with its motto: I may not be a genius, but I'm friendly! I, Pat Rowland, will to Sharon Wolancewich my old love letters and my fondest memories of Z.H.S. I, Sharon Forbes, will to Barbara Higginson my 101 Rest Book from band, with its 3,973 (count 'em) rests, and to Wayne Turner, I leave the bug , with all accessories, including squeaks, rattles, dents, and two-toned horn. I, Clayton Stokes, leave to Beatrice Pringle my engaging grin, showing my upper plate, and my nick- names of Tatter , Goose , and other endearing terms. I, Rae Foster, bequeath to Sandra Princher my worn-out majorette boots and my position on the first row, with the Pep Band, at basketball games. I, Preston Strickland, leave to Randy Lane my big ears and my gray hairs, and to Wayne Brunsdon I leave my talent for drawing cartoons on all the blackboards in school. I, Louise Leopold, entrust to the next editor of the Zephilsco five gallons of midnight oil, which are sure to be needed, and to David Smith my glasses in hopes that he will be able to see and under- stand Physics better than I did, and to Sarah Downs I leave my ability to change a flat tire and overhaul a motor in 57. 3 seconds. I, Victor Gerlach, bequeath to May McAllister my black leather jacket which has sheltered me from summer rain and winter cold and has lived to a ripe, old age, that is, for a leather jacket. Signed and sealed as and for their last will and testament by the Senior Class of 1960, in the presence of these witnesses. Witnesses: Dedi Anderson Bonnie Reed Signed: The Senior Class of 1960 Page Nineteen

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of 1960, of Zephyrhills High School, being of sound (?) mind, memory, and body, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament: To Z.H.S., our beloved Alma Mater, we leave the now silent halls down which our star-studded feet have noisily trod and the rafters from which we have swung. To Mr. Henderson, we present an autographed picture of the Class of '60 to hang in his office, so he can say he knew us when . To the best Senior sponsor in the world, Coach Clements, we leave all our left-over souvenirs of Washington D.C. To Mrs. Swing and Mrs. Hall, our ever-smiling Zephilsco sponsors, we bestow our sincere appreciation for all their help and for allowing us to bring crur yo-yos to Annual Staff meetings. To the Junior Class, we leave the secret word for entering the Senior homeroom and the Seniors' col- lection of Yogi Bear pin-ups. To the Sophomore Class, we leave our Junior Spacemen helmets and sightly-used Mardi Gras favors. To the Freshman Class, we impart our slightly tarnished enthusiasm and our never say die spirit. To the faculty, we entrust the memory of our intelligent, angelic countenances as we slept through classes. To the band, we relinquish the best Thursday evenings of our lives. To the football, basketball, baseball, and track teams, and all other Z.H.S. players, we leave our hoarse throats and bedraggled crepe paper pom-poms. To the Zephilsco Staff of 1961, we disclose our dual slogans of What, me worry? and Let George do it. I, Robert Campbell, Senior Class President, leave Ron Anderson my ability to spell trigon-er-TRIG and to pass this class by doing my homework in other teachers' classes. I, Patty Sante, will to Carol Smith my ability to go steady with a boy for two years and then marry him, and to Janet Fisher, my natural blonde hair and my red leotards. I, Vivian Geiger, leave to Alice Bembry my delicate blush and my dimples, and to Marion Canady I leave my freckles and my sophisticated giggle. I, Norman Kirkland, will to Shirley Temples my car, Nellie Bell , if she is crazy enough to take her. I, Frankie Coell, give to Ronald Eskelund my maroon angora muffler, so he can survive the open win- dows on cold days in Mrs. Gill's class. I, Jeannette Howell, leave to Merrily Baggett my shy, bashful ways toward boys and my quiet, untalk- ative nature. I, Della Fae Smith, relinquish to Joan Shannon my record of making the highest grades in the Senior Class, and to Frances McKee my ability to decorate my left hand with a ring. I, Cathy Skinner, entrust to Mary Pattie my ability to decide on one color to keep my hair - olive green. I, Bob Baggett, would will to Richard Adams my looks, personality, brains, wit, money, and talent, but I don't want people to think I'm conceited. I, Juanita Summerall, pass on to Fay McAllister my skill at standing on my head in Physical Education and also my houseslippers. I, Lee Blackden, relinquish to Richard Miles my title of Best Looking Senior Boy. I, Irene Nichols, give to Jeannette Karppe my old, battered-up notebook with its secret compartment for cheat sheets and boy's phone numbers. I, Edelma Sergey, will to Don Dunford my pantaloons and gloves to keep warm in American Problems class, in case he fails and is crazy enough to take it again. I, Gar)’ Martinson, bequeath to Wayne Carter my ability to make straight A's in Physics (?) - and my one fault of lying! I, Libby Jarrett, impart to Betty Sanford my poker face and shy ways around school, and to Mary Alice Gill I leave my trophy for being the only girl with the intestinal fortitude to join the Road-e-o for two years. I, Janet Weicht, leave to Dottie Daniels my height of 4'3 and the presidency of D. C. T. I, J. W. Wells, give to Woody Cone my keen eyesight and my small, dainty feet! I, Linda Lou Lohrum, will to Ronald Tanney my reserved manner and shy giggle and my ability to argue with the teacher and not get a detention. I, Carolyn Jarrett, will to Mollie Pope my ability to type with my gloves on. I, Joe Laviano, leave to Judy Deen my quiet nature and to Enzell Ward my nasty disposition. I, Barbara Haynes, leave to Glenna Nichols my natural blonde hair and my unused bottle of peroxide. I, Lynn Nichols, leave to Donnie Stokes my clean-cut language and to John Goodrow I leave my old diet book. I, Richard Reisen, relinquish to Burman Baker my aptitude for giving speeches anywhere except in speech class. I, Janice Houck, bequeath to Constance Waldron my title of Friendliest Senior Girl, and to Ann Fazio I leave my big blue eyes. I, Larry Benjamin, will to Art McKendree my bow-legs and record of never dating the same girl twice. I, Dedi Anderson, bequeath to Lola Padgett my contagious enthusiasm, in hopes it will catch on at pep rallies; and to Judy Williamson I leave my now famous trait of being the person to whom is most often spoken three little words — You're late again! I, Jerry Peters, leave to Paul Yebba my ability to have a car and a girl and keep both going steady. I, Brenda Daughtery, bequeath to Melissa Lippincott the lost chord which I found during my Senior year in band. Poge Eighteei

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PROPHECY Come with us, the Senior Class of 1960, as we journey around the world - and even beyond - to see what the future holds for our incomparable classmates. Relax in the luxury of an ultra-modern jet airliner as we taxi down the run-way and take off from Zcphyrhills Airport. First we cross the Atlantic to Ireland, the Emerald Isle, where Clayton Stokes is a national hero. By accident, Clayton discovered 1001 new uses for the Irish potato; his book Dig The Spud, Bud is a non-fiction best-seller. You see he wasn't called Tater for nothing. Now to the continent: Madrid, Spain, on the day of a bullfight - and what a celebration! Lady mat- ador, Donna Campbell is being hailed with showers of roses and shouts of Ole! . Donna is too kind- hearted to kill the bulls; she merely stuns them with a whiff of her favorite scent, Petrifying . In Paris, the fashion center of the world, Richard Riesen is the proprietor of Richards Chapeau Shoppie. The advertising slogan which made his elaborate bonnets famous is: My feather hats will tickle your fancy. Rome, Italy, was just a city of ancient ruins until Larry Legs Benjamin, formerly the star of the Bulldog Cagers, came to town to play pro basketball in the Colosseum. A capacity crowd saw Larry defeat the Harlem Globetrotters single-handed. Atop an Alpine peak there stands a familiar figure in a mountain climber's costume. Those legs - I saw them in the 1960 Zephilsco. It must be Gary Crist! He married a charming Swiss lass, and is at the moment practicing his newest talent - - Yodelinq! Barbara Adams now lives with her husband in his native country of Germany. There she is teaching her German-born children to say some very important American words, such as: Hey, man, that's real gone! and Like Wow! and You've got rocks in your head! , so they can converse with her American Friends. Our stewardessess on this flight around the world are Lynn Nichols and Edelma Sergey. In her spare time, Lynn is teaching Mrs. Kaylor's English Class, while Mrs. Kaylor is in Stratford-on-Avon in England gathering information for a thesis on The Mole on Shakespeare's Left Elbow . After working hours, Edelma sells souvenirs of Florida in Siberia. She is raking in money to be a lady miser. While flying over the Dark Continent, we see a pleasant scene deep in the African jungle. Dedi Anderson has fulfilled her ambition to teach elementary Spanish to little ones. After graduating from Lady Knobhill's Finishing School, she is teaching the uses of the subjunctive to Pygmies. On to the top of the world - Tibet - where Rae Foster is now a registered nurse. She graduated from the University of Northern Tibet's School of Nursing. (Chemistry is not a required subject in Tibet.) In Moscow we find businesswoman Elaine McKendree managing the Russian branch of Zephyr Brand Dried Fruits, situated directly across from the Kremlin. Confucius say, We now nearing Hong Kong. Old classmate Janice Houck changee last name and she and husband run rickshaw service. Their coolies are the coolest. Now we fly down under to see the girl we knew as Judy Oliver. She and her husband haven't made a fortune on their kangaroo ranch in Australia, but they always manage to stay a couple jumps ahead of their creditors. Patty Sante and Jerry Peters liked their Hawaiian honeymoon so well that they are now living in a vine-covered beach hut on Waikiki Beach. Jerry commutes to the mainland and works hard in his dad's office, trying to support a large family and a large charge account. After encircling the globe, we pay a visit to our South American neighbors. Janet Weicht and Norman Kirkland have gone into partnership and own a dry-cleaning plant on the Amazon River. They don't clean clothes - they clean the natives. Brazil is world-renowned not only for its coffee but also for Brenda Daughtery's Chiropractical Rumba Studios for old men with arthritis. One, Two, Three, Ugh! One, Two, Three, Ouch! As we approach Jamaica's shores, we hear a different rhythm; Barbara Haynes has that Calypso beat as she dances on the sands. Irene Nichols is way out, man, as her bongo player. Day-ooooooo! Nearing the end of our journey, we fly over the United States to Alaska. Frankie Coell and Cathy Skinner were married after graduation and are residing in the Land of the Midnight Sun. They have a huge split-level igloo with a double garage; you see, they are a two-dog-sled family. Next, to the second largest state in the Union, where Pat Rowland has her hands full raising a family of blonde cowboys and Indians on the Weicht's Texas ranch. Bruce belongs to the Flying Farmers of Texas , and the whole gang visits the Coells in Alaska by helicopter every weekend. Another rich friend of ours, Lee Blackden, in 1961, made a billion clams on Fizzies stock in the stock market phenomenon of all time. Lee is a philanthropist and travels incognito as a bum, enjoying the art of simply living. J. W. Wells is practicing law in Ohio, when he is not coaching the Cleveland Browns in football or managing the Cleveland Indian Major League ball club. J. W. 's record is pretty good. He hasn't lost one case or gridiron match, and the Indians are winning the World Series. Fasten your seat belts as we circle Idlewild International Airport. We are landing at New York, the Empire City, to visit the luxurious MAD Publications Offices, located at the corner of Fifth Avenue am. Tinn Can Alley (Rear). Libby Jarrett, who nearly went ma--let us not use that term loosely - insane, while putting out the Bulldog Bulletin in high school, is Editor-in-Chief of America's favorite magazine. Pursuing his art talent, Preston Stricklnad is Chief Cartoonist and Cover Illustrator for MAD. Preston is famous for his cover painting of Alfred E. Newman and the Prime Minister of Kalamazoo, matching pennies. Page Twenty