Last Will and Testament

I, Tom Fogarty, leave my free ticket to Bob Brothel to Mr. Landis.
I, Greg Hooe, leave Joey Duggins and eighteen hour girdle.
I, Connie Snellings, leave for big Germanna "U."
I, Carlyle Herndon, leave my ability to skip school without being caught to Jeff Harris.
I, Yvonne Smith, leave JM for better and bigger things.
I, Pat Soden, leave James Monroe to become a Mrs.
I, Paul Limerick, leave a reminder to Mr. Hall: In mock congress, don't say non-secesion is illegal when a loaded water gun is pointed at you.
I, Yum Smoot, leave James Monroe.
I, Forrest Rubenstein, leave my old notes to the office to put with the other useless paper.
I, Thomas Snook, leave another Bobby, Marvin and Zeb to Mr. hall for fine service to JM, and to Mr. DeCamp, I leave another student who questions his prefectness and his S.S. tactics.
I, Eddi Stewart, leave my height to J. W. Hamner — he needs some protection from Lynn.
I, Pam Cooper, leave the ability to drive up telephone poles to Mr. Ramer.
I, Ellen Nobin, leave the peep hole at Baldwin's Motel to Mr. Massey.
I, Harold Seay, leave James Monroe for the sunshine of life.
I, Adelaide Southerland, JM to Regina Thompson and Janice Bostick to try and understand.
I, Lelia Smith, leave my ability to come to school to Sheila Poole and Verline Shepard.
I, Marilue Morris, leave one crip and one hog, my love for athletics in the hopes that one Fred will be able to do something with them in their senior year.
I, Susan Nolan, leave my 40 to the flies.
I, Kate Norfleet, leave for the green hills of Kentucky, hoping that they are indeed greener!!!
I, Reggie Brown, leave the desire to understand and to love to my brother, Mike, and you.
I, Marvin Seay, leave Mr. Hall 13 Gant shirts.
I, Phillip Cox, leave for college, if I can find one that will take me.
I, Deborah Shelton, leave James Monroe knowing I won't hear Mrs. Johnson's complaints any more.
I, Wanda Wheeler, leave for a higher education at MWC.
We, Pam Davis and Debbie Durrett, leave to make our way up the ladder of the corporate state due to the guidance of Mr. Hall.
I, Jennings Taylor, leave George Johnson, a cooler full of ice cold Colt 45.
I, Selwyn Payne, leave everything and everybody but the class of "75".
I, Sylvia Lewis, leave with Lewis Silver
I, Hank Helmen, leave a puddle outside the locked bathroom door as I pour the coal to N83884!
I, Joanne Sprow, leave my talent to Kathy Jones.
I, Chance Rawlings, leave my personality to Mr. Garnett.
I, Pat Dameron, leave with Randy Harrington.
I, Brian Waple, leave for the wild and wicked City of Richmond, USA, to return in three years, Priscilla.
I, Dot Hart, leave my good grades to Diane Smith.
I, Barbara Jones, leave one copy of "I Am Woman" by Helen Reddy to Mr. Hall.
I, Rebecca Klein, leave the JM "stage" to my mother and to any aspiring thespians who are crazy enough to try to work on it — Break a Leg!!
I, Dean Harding, leave my fantastic driving ability to Mrs. Stone, so she can get where she's going faster.
I, Vernita Johnson, leave without my beloved Nicholas Box!
I, Gilbert Harris, leave Ava Kenney, all my love through the rest of her years in school.
I, Melvina Johnson, leave Laverne Dixon my ability to keep one man down.
I, Aubrey Kenny, leave with so much trouble on my mind and the best girls there are.
I, Ray Johnson, leave "Stinky" next year's winning football team.
I, J. T. Harrell, leave the hassling of Miss Sallette to anyone who can take it.
I, Debbie Atkins, leave to Mr. DeCamp, next year's senior girl who has a boyfriend who lifts weights.
I, Kim Decatur, leave my crazy laugh and mischievous times to Toni Musselman and Debbie Clore to get a Stafford Slick.
I, Randy Harrington, leave with Pat Dameron forever.
I, Pam Hitt, leave on big fluffy rug to Penny Hitt and George Lett so that they can get rid of their squeaky bed at Marshall's house.
I, Marty Grenn, leave my height to the one and only Jay "Flea" Flippo.
I, Janet Gregory, leave my talent of leaving papers till the last minute to anyone who thinks his nerves are strong enough to hack it.
I, Lynne Parker, leave my locker that comes out of the wall for Roxy Covington to kick in every day.
I, Paul Higgs, leave Charles Shepard and Shelley Goodwin nothing, which is more that they deserve.
I, Carroll E. Burton, Jr., leave Janet Wood with a box full of old love letters.
I, June Taylor, leave to next year's seniors (who live in Bowling Green) lots of luck in Mr. Hall's government class.
I, Sharon Whittaker, leave my government and math books to anyone who is dumb enough to want them.
I, Bill Saunders, leave Mr. Price some coffee and cream for his sugar.
I, Joycelyn Boxley, take my man, Pie, and leave to JM what JM gave me: absolutely nothing.
I, Sheila Cheek, leave on pair of bar-bells to Mr. Hall as I leave to join the "big people's world."
I, Nancy Sprow, leave JM something to think about — in hopes that they will get used to the idea!
I, Linda Oates, leave to be with Marty forever, sorry about that, Donna!
I, Craig Shelton, leave the unforgotten treasures of my forgotten locker.
I, Leonard Edmonds, leave but shall return for on thing.
I, Terry Snellings, leave James Monroe to Snooky and friends.
I, Steve Schmitz, leave my studying habits to anyone who wishes to take them.
I, Wilber Kenneth Tennison, leave my friendliness, my honesty, and most of my feelings for beautiful JM underclassmen girls, to any underclassman boy who thinks he can handle the job.
I, Pat Easley, leave one bowl of clay and 5 miscellaneous sob stories to Mr. DeCamp.
I, Martha Jo Lippincott, leave all my math class jokes with Mr. Tanner, and my optimism with Mr. Massey as I take off in a VW van.
I, John Painter, leave JM with a Dr. and a sexy girl named Jo. P.S. — Mr. Price, give the kid a freckle for me.
I, Valerie Rumuly, leave my success to gradute to Dottie Roberson because of her great understanding toward me.
I, Maxine Miller, leave James Monroe at last.
I, Frank Thomas, leave Miss Phillips all the government notes I took this year — none.
I, Susan Elwell, leave with no regrets and many happy memories.
I, Gus Andrews, leave Cecelia Ellis all of my love and my ability to keep up the good work.
I, June Allen, leave my spanish book to my friend Debbie.
I, Jennifer Miller, leave on Gloria Steinem pin-up to Mr. Landis.
I, Bill Farmer, leave my ability to "turn-on" the female students in 6th period government to Mr. Hall.
I, Barbara Thomas, leave s-l-o-w-l-y.
I, Bev Haney, leave all the complaints about the "radical" '73 annual to Raylene Decatur — best of luck, Raylene!
I, Debbie Rosser, leave Greg O'Toole to Tina Fortunata, so now maybe she will have a chance.
I, Liz Johnson, leave with hopes that I never lose what I've got.
I, Jay Hearn, leave JM to the mercy of qu ball, Dave Mitchell and Joe Bowling. "Boys, you're in for it!!!"
I, Dennis Locklin, leave school for good.
I, Robert C. Walker, leave James Monroe High School as silently as I came.
I, David Dawson, leave the darkroom to next year's photographers with the reminder that film is not the only thing that develops in a darkroom.
I, Patsy Conway, leave my smile, personality and the ability to accept the mistakes in life to my sister, Diane.
I, Jeff Lopomo, leave my sleeping in class to Bobby Lomax.
I, Wilbur Lee, leave James Monroe hoping to seek business in the better things of life.
I, Debbie Lumpkin, leave Tommy Virvos our memories of Mabel and her gang.
I, Jimmy Lumpkin, leave school for good.
I, Mark Grey, leave meate rose n-hairs meaty dream wet meate limp damp rows peeled 'n felt fields 'n belts, impaled on mucus mules to Mike Harper.
I, Ruthann O'Toole, leave my smile and enthusiasm for life to anyone who has stick-to-it-true-less and is willing to get into a load of trouble.
I, John Ventura, leave Mr. Shifflet a big red zero around his neck and one pint of hydrabloomic acid.
I, Jimmy Lee, leave my bucket & towels to my brother, Frankie, to help next year's football team.
I, Stephen Freiling, leave that picture that I didn't have when others thought that I did.
I, Sue Ellis, leave 4 years of bruises, practice hours, and colds to Jerri Varnick and Kathy Sullivan. Good luck!
I, Julie Snyder, leave with a tear in my eye, a lump in my throat, and some "gusto" in my hand, heading for Va. Beach.
We, Robin Bowie and Julie Snyder, leave our experience of being stuck in the mud at the "last house on the left" to Dianne Bergin.
I, Melinda Cox, leave my nickname "Mama" to any girl at JM who does not mide watching out for her friends when they need her most.
I, David Farmer, leave JM for a better somewhere.
I, Glenn Deane, leave Helen Cartwright and fellow students the willingness to finish school.
I, Jimmy Green, leave only "hope" to the young ladies of JM.
I, Patsy Schutte, leave my perfect attendance record to the next senior who wouldn't dream of missing a day.
I, Kathy Jordan, leave all those old memories to the ones who know them best.
I, Leonard Griffin, leave JM to my girlfriend Stacey, and hope that she can put up with it like I have.
I, Dwain Whittaker, leave JM with an improvement plan to fit the school board's budget: 500 gallons of gas and a pack of matches.
I, Christi Richie, leave my ability to completely bull my way through all my classes to anyone who is willing to take the risk.
I, Sandy Pinkston, leave all my problems to whoever can solve them, and I leave my Chemistry book to Debbie Henry in hopes she can get more out of it than I did.
I, Stukie Payne, leave my love for student teachers to Mr. Hall, who'll never know!
I, Kathy Sloan, leave my women's lib posters to Mr. Hall.
I, Judy Carroll, leave behind this thought to Mr. Massey and Ellen: I'm not getting married until I'm 87½!!
I, Sandra Seal, leave to become Mrs. Robert Ellis.
I, S. M. Newman, leave for the lack of anything else to do.
I, Beth Beale — the Scaife's foreign exchange student from Bowling Green — leave my place to next year's foreign exchange student.
I, Susan Cadow, leave in hopes of returning for someone special.
I, Russell Marsh, leave a friendly smile and a warm handshake to whom it may concern.
I, Granville Burruss, II, leave Rick Hall 5 acres in Caroline County for the purpose of raising pigs, cows, and chickens so he will have someon to talk to.
I, Butch Bowler, leave eleven Budwiser cans in the parking lot. Eat your heart out, Mr. Price.
I, Nancy Taylor, leave my ability to wear purple, purple, purple all the time to anyone who can stand it.
I, Michael Coleman, leave to Don Lewis, my ability to steal other gusy' women.
I, Joanie Dickinson, leave my camper and parties to all the girls and boys of the class of '74 who are brave enough to tackle them.
I, Kevin J. Cunningham, leave Dana C. Ted Ted T. and Kelvin J. the courage that I had to rap with the teachers, right Miss Bickings, Miss Phillips, and Miss Carr?
I, Janice Davis, leave my ability to skip Mr. Tanner's last year's 6th period class to go fishing, to anyone who can get away with it.
I, Jack Bailey, leave David Snow and Janice Blake the door open to the master bedroom at Olde Forge.
I, Kathyrn Warren, leave my nickname of "Hips" to anyone who can fill it.
I, Bobby Dunn, leave my great mathematical ability to anyone who can take geometry for four years and still not pass it.
I, Leslie Caputo, leave JM happily     in a red and black Javelin.
We, Jennifer Mills and Patty Sloan, leave JMHS with our heads in a totally different place.
I, Charles Dickinson, leave this crummy school and boring town saying, "good riddance."
I, Victor Pierson, leave my typing ability to anyone who helps Mrs. Stafford next year.
I, Robin Bowie, leave to John McMillin, my bruises and professional skiing ability.
I, Stan Payne, leave my love for math and certain ponds at night to Diane.
I, Joe O'Connor, leave my great brains, my good looks, and my other good qualities to anyone who can match them.
I, Marty "Joe Cool" Box, leave to Mr. Sid Robinson $20.00 to do with as he should, plus my followers known as J.C.'s disciples.
I, Jay Cox, leave my talent to pass a test without studying to anyone who can write 1/32 of an inch letters.
I, Jenniene Leonarkis, leave to my brother, Jorge, my ability to skip and still pass.
I, James Street, leave Mr. Hall my grenades, water pistols, and illustrated guide on how to be an anarchist, and the knowledge that there are three Streets still coming.
I, Marilyn Reaves, leave my sister Barbara Reaves the ability to get all the addresses of the guys I met at the games.
I, Greg O'Toole, leave my beer bottle accident on Washington Avenue to anyone that has the head for it.
I, Theresa Ventura, leave to take a ride on the Jefferson Airplane.
I, Donna Pitts, leave my shining personality, my good looks, and my modesty to Mr. Jordon.
I, Ute Röber, leave my desire to pronounce English th's, v's and w's and thanks to everybody who helped me during my year at JM.
I, Margaret Goodloe, leave one slightly used Algebra book to my sister Leah, in hopes that she can get through it on the first go round.
I, David Beck, hereby leave one large garbage bag cooler blimp, three quarts of Schiltz, and a personal visit from Officer Nichols with a moving violation to Tommy Vivos, Tommy Savage, and David Elwell.
I, Earle Copp, leave two playboy centerfolds to Mrs. Merchent and Mrs. Maynard, and the spotlight darkroom to the biggest underclass fool.

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