We, the graduating class of 1961 of Central-Technical High School of Syracuse in
the County of Ononadaga and the State of New York, all being of sound mind and
memory, do make, publish and declare this our last WILL AND TESTAMENT, in the
manner following that is to say:
I, Margaret Abbott, do will
and bequeath to anyone who wants it, my seat in Chemistry Room 300.
I, Nicholas Abdo, do will and
bequeath one bottle of Aspirin to Mrs. Klett to end the many headaches I gave
her.
I, Esther Adelson, do will and
bequeath to any incoming student all the good times I had in the auditorium -
studying.
I, David Agresti, do will and
bequeath to some lucky trackman who fills my sneaks, my 130’ barrier with the
discus and my seat on our great football team.
I, Marie Albreght, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Guszcza a lie-detector and my gym suit to anyone who can stand
to wear it.
I, Bethel Allen, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Izzo a bottle of Aspirin for all the headaches I’ve given him in
Driver’s Ed.
I, Roselind Allen, do will and
bequeath all my appreciation to the teachers of Central-Tech for their
outstanding achievements.
I, Flora Aloi, do will and
bequeath to anyone whom maye want it, my powre of corect spelling on english.
I, Santa Aloi, do will and
bequeath to my brother Anthony, my set of barbells in hopes that he, too, might
become physically fit.
I, Sue Andrews, do will and
bequeath to Jackie Dow my ability to get in trouble with Mr. Daley.
I, Leroy Armstrong, do will
and bequeath to anyone who wants them, all my excuses for getting excused.
I, Virginia Atkins, do will
and bequeath to Judy Mahoney all the good times at Central that I never had.
I, Rasma Avotins, do will and
bequeath to my sister Val all my physics notes (for a small price).
I, Thomas Bailey, do will and
bequeath all my carpentry tools to the radio class.
I, Ken Barnish, do will and
bequeath all my used tubes to the Electronic Shop, in hopes that they will be
put to good use.
I, Rocky Baldino, do will and
bequeath to some poor kid next term my seat in you-know whose room.
I, Norma Barr, do will and
bequeath a front seat in everyone’s room to my brother.
I, James Baston, do will and
bequeath my ability to cut over 150 classes during the last year without getting
caught to anyone with nerve enough to do the same.
I, Kathy Bausinger, do will
and bequeath to any future Ketchum student, my collection of paper backs.
I, Harold Behnke, do will and
bequeath all my typing abilities to Gerald Dumas.
I, Elizabeth Beiling, do will
and bequeath to the school a bottle of pep pills to perk up Central’s school
spirit.
I, John Bernier, do will and
bequeath my sparkling sense of humor, my story-telling ability, and all my most
sought-after jokes to H. S. Steinberg.
I, Judy Biggs, do will and
bequeath to all the girls left in school those precious days in the Girl’s
locker room.
I, Uwe Bobrow, do will and
bequeath my "wet blanket" remarks to Mrs. Ketchum.
I, Pat Bombardo, do will and
bequeath to my incoming brother my charm with the girls, my sparkling
personality, my profound intelligence, my athletic prowess, and my conceit.
I, Robert Boyd, do will and
bequeath my jinxed seat in 12th year
Math class to some unsuspecting Junior.
I, Gene Brant, do will and
bequeath a set of cookbooks to the cafeteria staff.
I, Patricia Brazosky, do will
and bequeath to my sister Donna and her friends the right to have a blast in
their senior year.
I, Susan Brewer, do will and
bequeath to my cousin Jean all the fun I’ve had flirting and to Mr. Money, a
medal for putting up with all my fooling around.
I, Valerie Brewer, do will and
bequeath my Business math book to Michele Klisz, so she can do her homework for
once.
I, Judy Brill, do will and
bequeath my shorthand book to any student who’s willing to take it.
I, Roberta Brinson, do will
and bequeath to Nancy Duhamel, five pairs of Keds, so she can pace the halls of
Central.
I, Patricia Brown, do will and
bequeath my gym number to my kid sister who will come to Central next year.
I, Richard Brown, do will and
bequeath my football equipment to anyone who wants to get it dirty for the first
time.
I, Dean Browner, do will and
bequeath my entire collection of copious notes to my favorite English teacher,
Miss Mahoney.
I, Gerald Bryerton, do will
and bequeath to Miss Moran a set of ears to listen to her complaints.
I, Shan Buck, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Steinberg one slightly used Nixon button, in hopes that he can
use it in 1964.
I, Gayle Buckhout, do will and
bequeath to anyone who wants it, 2 periods in the Tech office with all the fun
I’ve had with everyone in it.
I, Vaughn Burgmeier, do will
and bequeath to all the Juniors, all the dirt and grease of the Auto Shop.
I, Diane Butler, do will and
bequeath to all future Lyceum girls, Dick, to use at their dances.
I, Paul Casciere, do will and
bequeath all my brainology to Mr. La Fave and Mr. Tiedemann.
I, James Cassetta, do will and
bequeath to Peter Ryan my interesting, if not gratifying, acquaintance with John
Guszcza.
I, Maureen Chamberlin, do will
and bequeath to Mr. Money another student just like me.
I, Mel Charney, do will and
bequeath to Miss Moran my notes on China, in hopes that she can use them in the
future.
I, Reginald Chester, do will
and bequeath to any Irish junior, all my marked drafting plates in sheet metal.
I, Joyce Cohen, do will and
bequeath three inches of Vocational’s tallest basketball player to King Wilborn,
in order that King can have a better chance.
I, Orlando Collazee, do will
and bequeath to my underclassmen all my books.
I, Craig Conley, do will and
bequeath my curly eyelashes to some deserving Junior girl.
I, Pat Conway, do will and
bequeath my even temper to Cindy Doolittle.
I, Mike Cook, do will and
bequeath all the lollipops I didn’t receive to Bill Tower.
I, John Coughlin, do will and
bequeath to some deserving Junior my tattered welding helmet.
I, Diane Cox, do will and
bequeath to Gerry Moskal, a datebook to keep all her dates in.
I, Dick Cramer, do will and
bequeath to the halls of Central, a little of my glowing personality and radiant
charm, so that future students won’t have to walk in the dark.
I, John Crandall, do will and
bequeath my school spirit to all those who need it.
I, Mary Ann Crowley, do will
and bequeath all my wonderful times in Alethean to my sisters Caron and Carol.
I, Robert Cunningham, do will
and bequeath my senior driver’s license to Mike Donegan, so I can ride in the
back seat.
I, Dick Dali, do will and
bequeath to Don Preston all the football injuries he has bestowed upon me.
I, Robert Darby, do will and
bequeath my books to Mary Boragi. Good Luck.
I, Judith Dean, do will and
bequeath my ability to get along with Mr. Schneid, to anyone who wants it.
I, David Deapo, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Daley, a long-playing record entitled "In the Future."
I, Phil DeFabio, do will and
bequeath to Mrs. Ketchum a bottle of my wonderful wine.
I, Joseph Ficarro, do will and
bequeath my knowledge of electronics to Mr. Larcher.
I, Sharon Francoeur, do will
and bequeath to Jo a book entitled, "Dental Surgery self-taught."
I, Sandy Franklin, do will and
bequeath to Mrs. Overton my homeroom seat in Lincoln Auditorium.
I, Dick Gandino, do will and
bequeath my sobriety at parties to anyone who has the willpower to resist the
influence of alcoholic beverages.
I, Jeanne Garrison, do will
and bequeath the name "Donna" to Miss Lucy.
I, Kenneth George, do will and
bequeath my locker to someone who can’t use it.
I, Paula Gibson, do will and
bequeath to Miss Moran, a 10 year subscription to the New York Times, so she can
keep up with the news.
I, William Gonsa, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Guszcza, a book entitled "How to Make and Keep Friends."
I, William Goodwin, do will
and bequeath my seat in Spanish class to any first year student who likes to
take siestas during Mrs. Prudhon’s lectures.
I, Barbara Gould, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Schneid a book entitled, "100 Jokes for Use in Bookkeeping
Class."
I, Rita Graham, do will and
bequeath three light bulbs for the auditorium and one large candle for room 122.
I, Ruth Graniero, do will and
bequeath to my sister Carmen, all my wild times in Miss Jones’ gym class.
I, Genne Gratzer, do will and
bequeath my seat in English class to some unfortunate Junior who may think he
want it.
I, Walter Green, do will and
bequeath myself to the school: I’m not leaving.
I, Janet Greer, do will and
bequeath my locker across the hall from 208 to anyone who likes crowds.
I, Jim Griffith, do will and
bequeath an axe to Mr. Guszcza to use in emergencies.
I, Rick Griffith, do will and
bequeath all my troubles to Mrs. Scott.
I, Chuck Gruman, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Steinberg a nine page list of good fishing spots and three
unsinkable boats to "the fish’s best friend," Mr. Steinberg.
I, Douglas Guernsey, do will
and bequeath my fight for Fords to Mr. Dowding.
I, Jean Marie Guinta, do will
and bequeath my speed to anyone who will take it.
I, Robert Hagemann, do will
and bequeath to Mr. Lukins, all my old gymsuits.
I, Robert Hall, do will and
bequeath a new supply of golf balls to John Sharver so that he can play more
than two balls per hole.
I, Marvin Hamlin, do will and
bequeath all my used tubes to Mr. LaFave.
I, David Hannig, do will and
bequeath all my American History review notes to myself to use in summer school.
I, Thomas D. Harblin, do will
and bequeath my pair of sharp yellow socks to Tony Rivizzigno, but my prize
possession, (the portable locker, or brown gym bag) goes with me to the end.
I, Neal Harger, do will and
bequeath all my photographic ability to the next photographer of the Recorder.
I, Jerrod Harrington, do will
and bequeath to Mark Geiselman a year’s supply of suckers.
I, Barbara Harris, do will and
bequeath my nickname "Dusty" back to Mr. Orzel.
I, Grace Harris, do will and
bequeath to Martha Rowe, all the gossip she needs to get in good with the boys.
I, Fred Hatem, do will and
bequeath better luck to Mr. Tiedemann in the future with his attendance records.
I, Donna Rae Hayes, do will
and bequeath a life-time supply of ducks to Mr. Hendee and all my 12th year books to Bill.
I, Patricia Hayes, do will and
bequeath to Kathy Dovegan, one bottle of Peroxide, so the dark roots won’t show.
I, Lilla Head, do will and
bequeath all yearbook responsibilities to the new editors with Pleasure.
I, Bob Heaphy, do will and
bequeath my skill at Sheet Metal work to Carl Luke.
I, Aimee Helmer, do will and
bequeath to some future Driver’s Ed. Student, a book entitled, "Happy Tales
about Driving" by Mr. Hendee.
I, James Higbee, do will and
bequeath in trust of Miss Lucy, my beloved French book to some unfortunate
French student.
I, Casandra Hoffman, do will
and bequeath the splinter on the gym floor to future students and I hope they’ll
have enough needles on hand.
I, Ray Hokanson, do will and
bequeath scooters for the faculty, so they can solve the parking problem.
I, Lois Hollely, do will and
bequeath my unique ability to play the trombone to my brother, Bob.
I, Michael Holley, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Izzo, one protractor to use to sight a 45 degree angle while he
is parallel parking.
I, Joan Howard, do will and
bequeath a bar of soap to Kathy Donegan to use on her gymsuit.
I, George Howell, do will and
bequeath my shorthand book to Denny Snow so he can get a good mark for a change.
I, James Hunter, do will and
bequeath nothing: I’m taking my bottle with me.
I, Carol Joy, do will and
bequeath all my trial balances tat never balanced to Mr. Schneid.
I, Bob Jerson, do will and
bequeath my 36 inch cast to next year’s football squad in wild anticipation.
I, Joanne Kennedy, do will and
bequeath to any Phil girl, all the fun I’ve had holding a continuous open-house.
Good Luck!
I, Sue Kenyon, do will and
bequeath to Barb Plony everyone else’s business.
I, Gwen Kirby, do will and
bequeath all my unpaid club dues to the many clubs I joined.
I, John Kislinger, do will and
bequeath one empty locker to the school.
I, Margie Kline, do will and
bequeath my quarter of a locker to who wants to take it.
I, Mary Jane Klotz, do will
and bequeath my short skirts, my pixies, and my bubble hair- dos to any girl
brave enough to take them.
I, Richard Kyle, do will and
bequeath my Lynden Street parking place to anyone who wants it.
I, Anthony Laratta, do will
and bequeath my thirteen study halls to any kid who needs the sleep.
I, Pat Leader, do will and
bequeath success to my sorority.
I, Dave Leahey, do will and
bequeath my beautifully designed overalls to Desideri.
I, Jan Leask, do will and
bequeath to any talkative Junior my dialogue in Mrs. Ketchum’s English class.
I, Donna Lewis, do will and
bequeath all my clothes to Mary Ann Kallfelz, only if she can fit into them.
I, Linda Longtin, do will and
bequeath my spot in the choir to Laura Robinson, who can’t sing a note.
I, William Loucks, do will and
bequeath the leadership of the Projectionist Club to Mr. LaFave and his morning
class.
I, Tanya Lupinin, do will and
bequeath all the old books which I won’t need any more to a friend who has to
stay on.
I, Bob Lydon, do will and
bequeath to Sparky a new pair of coveralls.
I, Ronald Mack, do will and
bequeath my personal edition of the Nottingham directory to some deserving
Senator.
I, Mike Madonna, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Hendee a year’s supply of chalk.
I, Meredith McGuire, do will
and bequeath an extention cord to Mr. Steinberg, so he can "plug-in" his
formulas, and to the school I will a large sum of money to be used in erecting a
statue of the immortal Harvey Steinberg.
I, Cheryl Mason, do will and
bequeath the fun I had in my Senior year to Tommy Nolan.
I, Frances Mayer, do will and
bequeath my messy locker to some Freshman.
I, James Mathews, do will and
bequeath to Pete Constantino, my ripped Music Theory book to use in college.
I, Bernard Mazulewiz, do will
and bequeath my old film and prints to Mr. Eaton.
I, Nancy McBride, do will and
bequeath one large apple to Gerry Moskal, and to next year’s Scarlet staff, all
the fun in the Scarlet room.
I, Judy McCann, do will and
bequeath to Margie Wicker my novel approach to cheerleading jumps.
I, Marcia McCloy, do will and
bequeath my soft sexy voice to some Junior girl who’d like to be a sensation
with the men.
I, Bob Merante, do will and
bequeath all my old chef hats and aprons to Tom Nolan and Nancy Stromberg.
I, Beverly Merrithew, do will
and bequeath to Sharon Hennessey, Bill’s Gerosian pin for a day so she can have
a thrill.
I, Judy Merrow, do will and
bequeath to all future Seniors, a book entitled, "How to Live Dangerously and
Graduate Anyway."
I, Bill Mesrobian, do will and
bequeath to non-partisan S. H. Steinberg an autographed picture of the Kennedys
and their Prohibition still.
I, Diane Metzger, do will and
bequeath the Senior boys, all my greatest respect and undying "love."
I, Dave Middleton, do will and
bequeath to the Projectionists Club all the empty Coke bottles left from the
Senior Play.
I, Michele Miller, do will and
bequeath my birth certificate to Mr. Finnegan.
I, Duane Money, do will and
bequeath the ability to get along with Mr. Braggins, to any deserving boy.
I, Bill Montgomery, do will
and bequeath my presidency of Gerosian to anyone with the proper degree of
insanity.
I, Tom Montgomery, do will and
bequeath to Mrs. Holbrook, all my undone homework.
I, Jim Moore, do will and
bequeath my track ability to Dan Miller and Pat Sullivan, and to Mike Mills, my
weightlifting routines.
I, Dave Moorhead, do will and
bequeath my seat in Physic’s class to Pat Yeiser, that is, if she passes
Chemistry.
I, Joan Morell, do will and
bequeath my seat in Miss Anderson’s room to any well-deserving Junior.
I, Vince Morgillo, do will and
bequeath to the guys in Gerosian the best of luck in everything they do.
I, John Morris, do will and
bequeath my history book to Mr. Cree, in hopes he will give it to some student
who doesn’t bring his to class.
I, Bob Mueller, do will and
bequeath to new students, all the straws on the cafeteria ceiling.
I, Judy Nash, do will and
bequeath to Mrs. Prudhon her Spanish vocabulary that counts.
I, Kathy Niles, do will and
bequeath my "All the Glitters" broom to Mike Giblin, as soon as somebody finds
it.
I, Frederick Noyes, do will
and bequeath 10 million decimal points to Mr. Sterner, which will benefit his
future students for years to come.
I, Loretta Odom, do will and
bequeath my studio couch to Miss Wells’ office to all future unable bodies.
I, Bertha Ogletree, do will
and bequeath my old gym shoes and suit to Pat Pride.
I, Ronald Olozewski, do will
and bequeath all my marks to the teachers that gave them to me.
I, Phil Ostrander, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Ace all my English tests below 75.
I, Billy Owens, do will and
bequeath my basketball ability to those who may not have been gifted enough to
play basketball.
I, Elizabeth Page, do will and
bequeath my resting place in the girl’s gym to all weary souls who stay up late
reading.
I, Judy Page, do will and
bequeath my American History book to my cousin.
I, Joseph Paino, do will and
bequeath my shop apron to Mr. Wagner.
I, Callie Ann Pappas, do will
and bequeath all my 3 years at Central to anyone crazy enough to take them.
I, Barbara Penleton, do will
and bequeath all my back homework to Mrs. Kline.
I, Philomena Piasanto, do will
and bequeath my long brown hair to Mr. Money and his class to experiment with.
I, Morris Picket, do will and
bequeath all my lav-passes to Mr. Daley
I, Kathy Pierce, do will and
bequeath to Mrs. Jones all the Business Law tests that I’ve failed.
I, Dona Pinkney, do will and
bequeath my cap and gown to LuAnn O’Brien.
I, Spence Plavocos, do will
and bequeath to the German teacher, Mrs. Pappas, wonderful pictures of that
glorious country, Greece.
I, Dick Powell, do will and
bequeath to Larry Scrippa my slalom ski with the hope that he will practice
faithfully.
I, Donna Prosser, do will and
bequeath to Jim Higbee, the book, "How to Win Friends and Influence People."
I, Henry Quantrille, do will
and bequeath a big car to John Downing.
I, Oliver Quantrille, do will
and bequeath all my old sneaks and trunks to Coach Lukens and Coach Heilig.
I, Ronald Quinlan, do will and
bequeath to any Deserving Junior the English book we never used in or out of
Mrs. Holbrook’s class.
I, Bill Reed, do will and
bequeath to some Junior my superior knowledge of Modern Physics.
I, John Relyea, do will and
bequeath the audio system in Lincoln Auditorium to Chris Pitonze.
I, Lee Reney, do will and
bequeath to Coach Lukens, one bottle of turpentine for the 61 track team.
I, Bill Rice, do will and
bequeath my typing fingers to Mr. Orzel and my hand to Cecelia.
I, Mary Ann Riester, do will
and bequeath to Micky Krupa all my left over lunches.
I, Mary Ann Riley, do will and
bequeath nothing … I’m just lucky to be going.
I, George Rinaldi, do will and
bequeath my last bottle of brandy to Mr. Orzel to put a little life in his
coffee.
I, Ernest Roberts, do will and
bequeath my knowledge of electronics to Mr. Larcher.
I, Minnie Roberts, do will and
bequeath my seat in all my classes to students who came to just occupy space.
I, Hal Robinson, do will and
bequeath all my probation ships to Mr. Guszcza.
I, Robert Roe, do will and
bequeath all my abilities, whatever they may be, to my brother.
I, David Ross, do will and
bequeath to Miss Anderson, a parrot that says, "Stop Talking", and to Mr. Hendee
an absorbent crying towel.
I, Terry Ross, do will and
bequeath to Kevin Bero, my ability to flash: to Pete Ryan my membership in the
Four Roses.
I, Bob Rush, do will and
bequeath to Miss Fiumano all my math assignments I failed to turn in.
I, Susan Russo, do will and
bequeath my deck of cards to Mrs. Squire.
I, Sharon Ryan, do will and
bequeath to Mrs. Holbrook a package of gum to chew in 4th yr. English class.
I, John Saunders, do will and
bequeath my American History book to Mr. Cree.
I, Albert Schadel, do will and
bequeath my parking space to anybody who can get it.
I, John Schweitzer, do will
and bequeath a barrel of sawdust to all the Junior carpenters and to Mr. Shea a
can of orange shellac.
I, Larry Scripa, do will and
bequeath to Sam Sansone my great ability with a movie camera and my collection
of pictures.
I, Carol Sellars, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Mulfinger one shattered thistle tube which was once part of my
hand.
I, Kim Shehadi, do will and
bequeath to my sister Kip my swing, and to Teena Wakeman my collage boys.
I, Dave Shickel, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Ace, a pen with red ink so that he can keep on marking.
I, Carol Simmons, do will and
bequeath to the owners of the M&M some tranquilizers.
I, Eric Simmons, do will and
bequeath my beautiful voice and all my shorthand notes to Johnny "Yuma" Fujack.
I, Geri-Dee Simon, do will and
bequeath my marvelous marks in English to Sharon Ryan.
I, Martha Singer, do will and
bequeath my first place in gym line to anyone who’s tall enough.
I, Dorothy Smith, do will and
bequeath one squashed baseball to Marilyn Wells.
I, Wilma Smith, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Orzell a ten year subscription to Fanny Farmer.
I, Joyce Smith, do will and
bequeath to all new Centralites, some fun, which I have had here.
I, Dennis Snow, do will and
bequeath to all the Freshman girls to George Howell.
I, David Sobolewski, do will
and bequeath all my sympathy to any stupid Freshman who even attempts to major
in technical subjects.
I, Martin Sohl, do will and
bequeath my N. Y. Times to Mr. Cree.
I, Mike Solazzo, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Tiedemann, my stack of excuses; he can have them.
I, Darleen Stacey, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Hendee a handkerchief, to use while telling about accidents in
Driver’s Ed.
I, Elaine Stachowicz, do will
and bequeath to Mr. Hendee the tennis court at Kirk Park that I almost wrecked
the first time I went driving.
I, Fred Steavens, do will and
bequeath my sparkling personality and all my charms to the lovely girls of
Central.
I, Hazel Sterner, do will and
bequeath to all unfortunate pupils who plan on taking Mechanical Drawing in
T212, the ability to get along with the teacher.
I, Christine Stevens, do will
and bequeath to Roberta Ajeman all the mirrors in the girl’s lav and to Nancy
Taffend, all the dates I had with Bobby Parillo.
I, Tom Stevenson, do will and
bequeath my last year sombrero to Mrs. Prudhon.
I, Janet Storinge, do will and
bequeath my ponytail to any future cheerleader who wishes to have it flap in her
face.
I, Carollee Storey, do will
and bequeath all of my apples to next year’s football players.
I, Zoia Stoyan, do will and
bequeath to Miss Moran, a box of crackers.
I, Sandra Swetman, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Orzel, all the good times we’ve had in his class.
I, Robert Taddeo, do will and
bequeath to room 300 and all its wonderful contents to some lucky ham.
I, Linda Taylor, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Orzel all of his uncollected History notes.
I, Albert (Sugar) Tinsley, do
will and bequeath all my girls to Ed Senior, my basketball wizardry to Seth Page
and my vacant starting position to Bill Pride, the Pro.
I, James Tinsley, do will and
bequeath my love and kisses to all the girls at Central-Tech.
I, Pam Touse, do will and
bequeath my seat at the lunch table to one of the Crowley trins.
I, Bill Trotman, do will and
bequeath all my abilities and school spirit to Karen Wiley.
I, Dave Turo, do will and
bequeath my safety glasses to Mr. Wagner.
I, William Van Luven, do will
and bequeath to O. F. S. all of my screwed up parts.
I, Carl Vecchio, do will and
bequeath a better ashtray for Mrs Berry’s car. My thanks to the teachers who
tried to teach me.
I, Bernie Ventre, do will and
bequeath my thumb to Chuck Togas so he can hitchhike to school every day.
I, Carl Verzillo, do will and
bequeath my ability to get along with Mr. Tiedemann and my tremendous Corvette
to Louis Santi.
I, John Visco, do will and
bequeath all the carpentry Juniors to Mr. Shea’s hands.
I, Doug Wagner, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Shea two new brushes with witch he can apply his miserable
orange shellac.
I, Bruce Walker, do will and
bequeath to anyone nutty to take it, my tuition and my ability to hitchhike 36
miles to school everyday.
I, Shirley Walker, do will and
bequeath a larger sum of money to be used in tearing down the statue of the
immortal Harvey Steinberg.
I, Matthew Wall, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Braggins a book entitled, "How to Ham it Up."
I, Tom Wallis, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Mulfinger a check for one million dollars to use in establishing
a new lab.
I, Clare Wamsley, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Speach a complete tool kit so he can fix the seats in Room 203.
I, Willie Nell Watts, do will
and bequeath to some lucky girl all the fun I’ve had with Eric Simmons in my
Senior year.
I, Ken West, do will and
bequeath my "sturdy" homeroom seat to some "deserving" student.
I, Larry West, do will and
bequeath to Miss Moran a large bottle of anti-anger pills; may she rest in
Bedlam.
I, Steve Wilde, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Jones an unused Chemistry Workbook.
I, Ann Williams, do will and
bequeath all the fun I had in coordinating the Senior Play to the Seniors next
year.
I, Sue Williams, do will and
bequeath to Mr. Hendee a new set of brakes to replace the ones I wore out.
I, Denzel Whalen, do will and
bequeath to S. H. Steinberg a lifetime subscription to Mad Magazine.
I, Chuck Wright, do will and
bequeath nothing to nobody, cause I just might be here next year.
I, Bruce Yenny, do will and
bequeath one bottle of red ink to Mrs. Ketchum so she can write her red U’s on
my last report card.
I, Nick Zaverdinos, do will
and bequeath to Mr. Lukens the nails on the gym floor.