Mount Vernon High School, Alexandria Virginia, Class of 1960 Last Will and Testament for the Class of 1960
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We, the class of 1960, Mount Vernon High School, Fairfax County, Virginia, being in an exhausted condition after many years of extensive study but in full possession of our feeble minds, do hereby make this, our last will and testament, rendering null and void any former will or wills made by us in weaker moments. We have no specific directions regarding our funeral, but we do request that we be buried, that is if they will admit us to the cemetery. Not having committed any grave crimes, we believe this will be possible. We realize that the memory of our outstanding record and unusual achievements will remain indelibly stamped in the minds of our teachers and friends who survive us (if they do survive), however, we suggest that framed portraits of each one of us be hung in the halls as a fitting memorial.

In this manner and to this degree do we hereby dispose of our high school possessions:

To Mr. Landes, we leave our thanks for his co-operation and understanding and an endless list of impossible-to-grant senior privileges.

To Mrs. Cooley, we leave a year full of hazy and jumbled quotations along with long hours of broken typewriter keys.

To Mr. Cooley, we leave the many articles, "Little Blue Books", and a new set of jokes to lighten the dark days of education ahead for the next senior class. We hope they will find his lectures half as enjoyable as we did.

To Mr. Robinson, we leave a never failing criminal catcher kit and a free book on how to do the "Slew Foot" by Arthur Murray.

To the unsung heroes of the cafeteria, we leave all the forbidden fruit of Mt. Vernon, juicy fruit gum, which can be easily found lodged in the unreachable parts of the dishwasher and backsides of trays, and the near empty stomachs of seniors, growling with hunger and hearts sinking with disappointment at the signs of reading "Sorry, no more extras".

Finally, the the class of 1961, we leave our undetected escapades for them to discover and perfect, the soggy rags to wipe us the "accidents" in the cafeteria (followed by loud, forbidden applause), the ice cream re-admitted to the cafeteria which perhaps will still be there next year and finally we leave them the responsibility to carry on the tradition of the Tiddley Winks Club.

Here follow the individual bequests of this class.

I, Bill Abbott, will my long hair to Mr. Fant, who might be needing it soon.

I, Patsy Allen, leave the map over the blackboard in Mr. Cooley's room to all of next year's Senior Class who are unprepared.

I, Manuel Alzamora, say good-by.

I, Jack Andrews, leave my H.A.C. shirt to the loyal members in the school, and to a faithful member, Mr. Ernsberger.

I, Diana Bailey, leave my unfired ceramic beads to the next occupant of my art room drawer.

I, Lea Livingston Bailey, bequeath by quiet and reserved ways to the Junior girls at the next lunch table.

I, Barbara Baker, leave the fun of supervising Homecoming, and taking roll in Mr. Cohen's class for three years to someone with strong nerves; also to a girl who enjoys field hockey, as much as I, the pleasure of playing on the team five years.

I, Annabel Blanche, leave Danny all my memories at Mount Vernon.

I, Adrian Boies, leave my false pony tail to my English teacher, Mrs. Blalock.

I, Tom Booterbaugh, leave the center spot on the basketball team to the next in line.

I, Barry Bowers, leave my wresting uniform in the hopes that wresting will become a big sport.

I, Walter Brown, leave my devotion to scholarship to some fortunate member of next year's Senior Class.

I, John Brugman, leave to Marty Lentz my ability to climb the ladder to pleasure.

I, Carol Bugg, leave five inches of my height to Marty Lentz who desperately needs it.

I, Josephine Bullis, will to the 6th period gym class my baggy, faded-out gym suit.

I, Suzanne Buschman, leave to any lucky girl the joy of being the only female in Mechanical drawing class.

I, Anne Cain, leave to Claude Dean four used pieces of typewriter paper, almost one old typewriter eraser and 1/2 sheet of multi-colored carbon paper. To all those concerned, I leave my ability to ditch successfully.

I, Mike Cloud, being of sound mind and body do leave to one Harry Rose my chair at 823.

I, Donna Colyer, will my ability to chew gum in all classes to the future seniors of M. V. who think they are smart enough to get away with it.

I, Lynda Cornell, leave to Jimmie Sioux Burt, the unused parking place Jinx Croom left me last year to put my Impala in. I also leave to Jimmie my expert penmanship, which Mr. Cooley and Mr. Cohen praise so highly, but in which she already excels. And last, to any exotic dancer, I leave the job Mr. Cohen got me in Times Square.

I, Elaine Corsetty, leave my ability to appear shy to who,ever may benefit by it.

I, David Cotellesse, being of reasonably sound mind as can be expected after my senior year, do hereby bequeath the corner, which I occupy every morning before school,to Bill Riddick and Diane Hall in the hope that they will put it to good use.

I, Todd Coyle, leave all of the memory work that I had to recite in Mrs.Cooley's English class to the rising Senior class.

I, Denny Cupp, being of sound mind and body, leave to the rising senior class, my ability in public speaking and what not.

I, Gloria Dawson, leave all my unused newspaper clippings to those on Mr. Cooley's news panels.

I, Judy Dillingham, leave my trip to Richmond to anyone who may want a three-day vacation.

I, Melinda Dillingham, leave my brain to the Science Department.

I, Pat Dillon, leave Karen Hudnall my English notes. I hope they will help her as much as they have helped me.

I, Darryl Dockins, offer this insight: the nature of your character determines what you can do, and in any specific context, dictates what you will do.

I, Jan Dolozik, leave the past behind, the present where it is, and the future to be realized.

I, Jerry Dorsey, leave to Phil Bruce the great expectation of someday playing scene three, and to all students the memory of "Brigadoon."

I, Robert Eichelberger, leave the rising Senior Class, Mount Vernon High School to do with as they please.

I, Christine Falk, leave my battered hockey stick to some future victim of flying hockey balls. To my brother, Martin, I leave my ability to be attentive.

I, Joan Faw, will my four years of good times and bad habits to Duane hinson.

I, Janet Firkin, leave all my excuses for not getting Mrs. Cooley's term papers in on time. P. S. They didn't help a bit!

I, Enid Flynn, do leave my seat in Civics Class to my brother. To Edna Moose and Judy Wilson, I leave the prospect of walking to school.

I, Patti Fobes, leave all of my Mr. Cohen's notes behind to any future Mr. Cohen student. I also will all my good pencils with erasers to Duke Karns.

I, Diana Fraley, leave to the future VOT students the many various and odd errands I ran for Miss Lowman.

I, Ronnie Furman, leave my ability to say the right thing at the right time, and my sarcasm to any junior boy who is lucky enough to acquire it.

I, Terry Gamble, being of sound mind, do leave to the rising Senior class my fake limp, so that they also will have a good excuse for being tardy. I also leave behind my vast supply of dandelion leis to anyone who is lucky enough to find themselves in room 210. Last but not least, I leave Mount Vernon sadly. Ha, Ha.

I, Berry Gamblin, do not leave anything of value; I feel exceedingly elated that I am leaving at all. Some lucky student may have my locker with it's broken combination, my desk next to the dearest teacher in the world---Mrs. Cooley. I leave the sum of $1.00 to the typing dept. so that they can keep at least some of their machines in operating order so that others will not suffer the same difficulties in typing that I did.

I, Timothy Gargiulo, being of sound body (there are raised doubts about the sound mind part) leave my quieting presence in spirit to Mr. Layman.

I, Linda Gillum, leave Bill

I, Nancy Glude, leave to my friends memories of the Naval Academy about which they have heard.

I, Joan Gosis, leave my many hours of stress, strain, and study to my sister Sheila. To future art students, I leave my hard and unclean art gum eraser and broken pastelos. To Mr. Vaugh, I willingly leave 5th period Spanish II.

I, Frank Grant, being of sound mind and body, do hereby leave to Mount Vernon High School my little dog "Fuzzy", who would have made a wonderful mascot.

I, Henry Green, do leave to Mr. Barrett five large autographs of Mr. Hubert H. Humphrey.

I, Martin Green, being of sound mind and body, leave my amazing ability to get the librarians confused and to foul up the works first period to anyone unfortunate enough o work in the library next year.

I, Margie Greene, leave my good grades to a failing junior.

I, Margory Griffin, will my seat in English to Marion Allen.

I, Alice,Hall, leave to Mr. Cohen and to any other unfortunate golfer the ability to hit trees and to miss holes.

I, Jerry Hannah, leave to my sister Harriet, my ability for public speaking. To my sister Becky, I leave the job of forming a new clique. I leave Joe Cronin my phone number and to Mr. Fant and Mr. Skinner, I leave the joy of having two more Hannah girls at M. V. High. Mr. Miller, thanks for helping me out this year with a certain junior----Saylor was no good anyway.

I, Jeanne Hanson, leave to any penmanship expert my scribbled civics notes.

I, Charles Hardcastle, leave all of my books and I hope that the person who receives them next year will get more out of them than I did.

I, Alan Harris, leave my record time of 11.3 seconds in the 100 yard dash as a challenge to future fat men on the track team. To Mr. Fant, one crate of NO DOZ tablets to be distributed to members of his classes in years to come.

I, Elizabeth Harvalik, leave Mount Vernon after four years, happier. I will my hockey stick to my sister when she gets tall enough to use it.

I, Tim Hatch, leave my English composition book to the next poor unsuspecting senior.

I, Jon Haver, will my term paper on submarines to Nathan Twining.

I, Jimmy Hicks, hereby leave my poor grades to any student who deserves them.

I, Yvonne Horneland, bequeath my cheerleading megaphone to anyone who can jump over it; and to anyone who can fill them, my battered old tennis shoes. I leave my colorature soprano voice to our deepest bass---in case he wants an obligato.

I, Jacky Horsman, leave to Marty Lentz, fudgecake forever.

I, Diane Hovis, leave to all up and coming seniors, the art of translating all unreadable notes for that next test period.

I, Diane Hunt, leave all my civics notes, World History notes, English notes, and term papers to anyone who might need them.

I, Guy Hunt, leaver my term paper to the rising senior class. It can be found in Volume one of the Encyclopedia Britannica.

I, Larry Johnson, hereby leave all of my D's and F's to any student who doesn't work in school.

I, Brenda Jordan, leave my ability to get detention hall from Mrs. Cooley for "chewing" to any deserving junior. I also leave my four years of varsity Softball to Margie Bowman.

I, Donna Kamerar [Kamerer], leave to the up and coming seniors, Q-A; may they have as many sooty clothes as those who were there this year.

I, Duke Karns, leave Mr. Fant my toothless comb, Mr. Maskalenko my good humor, Steve Kendall all my muscles, Mr. Cohen my new golf clubs and a pair of Bermuda shorts, Mr. Snyder my golf cleats (track too), Patti Fobes all my ..... (imagination), and Scott Crampton a word to (or from) the wise, "Be careful."

I, Steve Kendall, in the name of Education (both scholarly and otherwise) bequeath my adept ability to cope with those problems surrounding myself and my school and all seniors who feel that within the underclasses there lies a ruling faction. To Mrs. Cooley I bequeath a bevy of Ink Pens and a belated parental anthology. To Mr. Fant I bequeath Wurtsburger for his insight, and trig for his befuddlement, and conversation for his enjoyment.

I, Martha Knight, being of drained mind leave and bequeath to the students of M. V,. with great joy, my English teacher, Mrs. Blalock; my civics teacher, Mr. Cooley; and all other matters pertaining to my teachers and studies for your benefit.

I, Robert Lawhorne, will my English abilities to my brother.

I, Nick Lederer, being of sound mind leave my Bar Maid, Frieda, of the 823 in the care of Wallace Marshall.

I, Vic Lafrank, leave an anti-scot device for Mr. Musser's Q-A.

I, Barbara Levey, leave to the underclassmen that have to wade through a river everyday to reach Q-A Mr. Musser's True-False test and all my carefully taken civics notes. For those students coming in new, I leave the friendliness of the M. V. Student body.

I, Melissa Lindsay, leave Mount Vernon joyfully, happily, finally.

I, Carolyn McBroom, will will my will to Will, for if Will doesn't have a will to will, who will know what Will will will.

I, Billie Raye McClung, leave my undaunted ability to get out of more classes to any persuasive underclass man who can think up as many excuses as I have.

I, Mary McKensie, leave my Senior theme, and all of my English notes to some unfortunate junior who likes to wait for the last minute. To Janet Shepherd I leave the pleasure that I missed had I ridden the school bus.

I, Judy Maddox, leave my Pentagon weariness to all future VOT students, and I will to any capable and successful junior the mimeograph in room III to run off Mr. Cohen's tests and exams.

I, Harry Mahon, leave my diploma and good looks to Tom Brown who annually quotes Gen. Douglas MacArthur, "I shall return."

I, Paul Manville, leave my shyness to next years extrovert; and a ginkgo tree to Galeyn Remington.

I, John Melton, leave to several of my shop teachers the fond memory of me.

I, Jean Metheny, being of sound mind and body (?) hereby leave my ability to sleep in civics class (without being caught) to anyone in the rising Senior class who might need it. I also leave my great love for English class.

I, Susie Miller, leave to the students of Mount Vernon High school a word to the wise; "Keep faith in God, and study hard."

I, Rachel Mlsna, leave the "Senior Doomsday Book" and the task of money collection to the treasurer of '61. May all your "Bills" be little ones.

I, David Morgan, being of sound mind, do will to Wesley Kitchens all the good bowls of chili he didn't eat, but wouldn't give to me.

I, Betty Murphy, leave to the future Homecoming Queen the happiest and most wonderful moment she will ever experience.

I, DeWitt Myatt, being of questionable mind and sound body hereby leave to Peter King one slightly modified sweatshirt; may it bring him more athletic power than it did me.

I, Judy Napier, leave all my shorthand books to Mr. Cooley to transcribe my civics notes.

I, James Newland, being of sound mind (debatable) do leave my old, used (moderately) gym suit, my double action ball point pen, and my old '60 Ford Galaxie to my favorite civics teacher, Mr. Musser in the hope that he will be able to afford to move from Hunting Towers and follow the air line stewardesses.

I, Bob Odom, do leave to any cowboy who wants to get the drop on an electric circuit, an ammeter and a voltmeter.

I, Carol Offner, leave my three vacation days to five rising senior girls to go to Grandma's house.

I, Art O'Neal, leave my gavel and problems of the S.C.A. with my best wishes tot some lucky but unsuspecting Junior, in the hopes that he will do a better job than I.

I, Penny Painter, leave to any junior who has Mrs. Cooley next year, my desire to get an A on one of her tests. I leave my hockey stick to Carolyn Cline and wish the team the best of luck. To Miss Duncan, I leave my footprints on the shower room walls. I leave my place in the aisle of the school bus to someone who is well-balanced. Finally, I leave to students coming to M.V. for the first time, a survival kit; USE IT!

I, Pam Pentecost, leave the question, "And where do ducks in winter fly?" for all Dharma seekers.

I, Tony Petrine, leave my seat in room 112 to all the people who are unlucky enough to get it.

I, Bobbie Peyton, leave my books reports for Mrs. Cooley to Dyerline Kimble.

I, Donnie Pfalzgraf, being of sound mind, do hereby leave all the fun and enjoyment of school to future students of Mount Vernon High.

I, Helen Pittman, leave my English and Government notebooks to anyone who wishes to fail.

I, Joyce Post, do leave my good grades in Government and spelling to Dyerline Kimble.

I, Jack Powell, leave my favorite text book from World History to Mr. C. Musser; C for Carlyle.

I, Ann Psilekas, leave my place with the Choraleers to some unsuspecting girl and Mr. Hatch's U. S. History notes to Tommy Meeks.

I, Ann Rafferty, leave all my hours spent in Mr. Cohen's history classes to any aspiring history student.

I, John Rainey, leave to my sister, Dolores, my grades, and to Toni Edmonds, my convertible which runs only half of the time.

I, Joseph Bailey Rathbone, being of questionable sound mind, do hereby leave my seat in English class to whomever would like to have it and dares to take it. I leave with the fond hope that others after me will find the going easier than I did.

I, Lloyd Redfern, finally leave, and upon leavin I will my ability to be late for every class to anyone wishing it.

I, Donna Rhoads, will the Royal typewriter in 110 to Ruth Weiderhold in the hope that she will no longer find a need for complaining.

I, Richard Richardson, leave to David Fewell my school bus key chain.

I, Patt Ridgely, leave to all up and coming senior girls this thought---School is like a sweater: you get out of it what you put into it.

I, Richard Rambo, leave my cheat sheets to the up and coming senior class in the hope that they will get better use of them than I did.

I, Stephanie Saylor, leave my very neat little plan to Mrs. Cooley. May she never find it out or kill me dead. To the person most qualified, I leave the task of having a P. J. party for 60 girls. To Becky Hannah, I leave my back porch for last minute farewells. To Mr. Miller, I leave the fond memories of 2nd period Algebra.

I, Linda Shepherd, leave my quietness to Jean Leary and all of my valuable notes to Janet.

I, Barbara Shoemaker, leave one well-used hockey stick to anyone who wants it. I also leave my three-day vacation to anyone stupid enough to take it.

I, Phil Showalter, being of sound mind and good character do hereby leave everything which isn't anything to the junior class, sophomore class, and freshman class of Mount Vernon High.

I, Carol Ann Smith, leave to "K" Hudnall all the good times I've had at Mount Vernon.

I, Jay Solga, being of unsound mind and body, do hereby give and bequeath all my debts, real and/or imagined, to anyone it may concern. I leave my fine and unreproachful upstanding to the school at large.

I, Bill Stephens, will my English note cards to anyone who wants them.

I, Gale Strickland, leave my Latin book to anyone who is stupid enough to take it.

I, Bill Strobel, leave my speed to Stanley Warner, my sunglasses to Mr. Fant, all of my chewing gum o Mr. Musser, and my outstanding notes to all rising seniors.

I, Betsy Surovell, bequeath to my brother Rob my ability to return library books late and be well organized.

I, Jon Tavasti, leave Mr. Cooley's government class to next year's seniors, God help them!

I, Doris Taylor, leave to Margie Rease all my good times in VOT with the hope that she will use those good times wisely.

I, Julie Teaboldt, leave my right arm, rendered useless by many long hours at my desk, in exchange for my tassel and senior privilege card.

I, Peggy Teeter, leave my place in the varsity cheerleading squad and my one year old megaphone to some lucky cheerleader.

I, Beverly Terry, will a carbon copy of my term paper to Aubrey Cawrline, he'll need it.

I, Judy Trone, leave my "Mr. and Mrs. Cooley Notebooks" to Bill DeVor and my brother, hoping they will use them much more than I did. To all underclassmen I leave my fun, enjoyment, and good times that I have experienced at Great Mount Vernon.

I, Judy Trost, leave five happy years to all underclassmen with the hope that they enjoy them in the future just half as much as I have. I leave my ability to study to my brother, John and my ability to reduce to Margie Bowman.

I, Eloise Turner, leave my ability to sponge gum and candy to anyone who needs it.

I, Beth Twombly, give my leaky fountain pen to my sister, Charlotte, to use for taking notes in Mr. Cohen's class.

I, Carole Twomey, will my ability to cut the lunch line to anyone hungry enough to get away with it.

I, Pete Van Atta, being of sound mind and weary arm, leave to John Bane my ever-faithful genuine leather notebook, equipped with ragged zipper, broken clips and splitting seams. I also leave him my two years, complete set of Cooley notes with the hope that he will learn the complex art which accompanies their use.

I, Anne Vick, leave my gavel and headaches as President of the Keyette Club to the future president. I leave my position in the Concert Choir to my sister, Mary.

I, Alice Waller, leave my trials and tribulations in Mrs. Brown's typing class to those after me. To all future seniors, especially those with themes to do, I leave my best lesson taught by Mrs. Cooley and personal experience, "Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today," especially in regard to themes!

I, Dennis Warehime, leave my ability to get consistent high grades ..............and low marks.

I, Pam Watson, leave my hockey stick to anyone who thinks they are tall enough to handle it.

I, Joan Wedding, leave my old papers to my sister and brothers. I leave my seat in English to Jeanette, and my radio to my brother.

I, Fred Wedel, being of unsound mind and body, leave my Latin III book to Mrs. Yancey with fond memories. I leave all my milk cartons to Mr. Robinson in the hope that they may never fall into the wrong hands. I also leave my choral folder to my younger brother, and my younger brother to Miss Hopkins so that she will always have a good tenor section. I must, however, keep "Brigadoon" for myself and the choral and dramatics department.

I, Michael Weissman, leave the Honor Society to Mr. Musser, my pencil with a big eraser to Linda Swartz, and my enthusiasm for math to Mr. Fant.

I, Jo-Ann Wells, leave to Penny Marshall one slightly used privilege card.

I, Judy Carol Whetzel, will all my old papers to my brother and hope that he does a lot better than I did.

I, Robert Willgoos, leave to some lucky person my superior brains, my excellent grades, my superior brawn, my complete knowledge of any subject, my excellent writing, and the fact that I am a terrible liar.

I, Carol Wooton, leave to all procrastinators my study hall to do last minute cramming.

I, Sandra Wright, leave to anyone,my ability to always say the wrong thing at the wrong time.

We, the Class of '60 do hereby appoint Melvin B. Landes, Principal, as the sole executor of our estate of happiness gathered through our years at Mount Vernon High School.


Melvin B. Landes, Principal
Mount Vernon High School


Catherine P. Cooley
Rachel Mlsna

Mount Vernon High School, Alexandria Virginia, Class of 1960 Last Will and Testament for the Class of 1960

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