THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1967

We the Class of 1967, being of sober mind (well, what do you expect after the Senior Trip?) do hereby authorize the following endowment of all our worldly possessions. This Last Will and Testament stands authorized this 15^th day of June, 1967

I, Ginger Joslin, do bequeath my voice to Frank Moore.

I George Crain, leave Mike McNally a nice head and a double “D”; and to any Junior, the Division of Motor Vehicles.

I, Diane Clement, do bequeath to Ruth Finkbiner 8 cowboy hats, feathers, and top hats, along with a worn spot on the 50 yard line, for the best of luck next year as majorette captain.

We Kathy Howarth and Mary Di Loreto leave a silver stingray and the boy in it to anybody that likes competition.

I, Hal Tucker, bequeath my Golden Shovel to Greg Derham.

We Alison Wood and Lucy Marshall bequeath to next years’s French Club the words that we forgot to sing in “Under Paris Skies”.

I, Jackie Mitchell, leave Mr. Sullivan’s cut to R. Waddell.

I, June Doggett, leave to next year’s basketball co-captains Libby and Betsy, a bottle of vitamin pills, a pair of red and black shoe laces, and lots of luck.

We the Editors of the Haddon Higher, leave to next year’s editors, 13 blurred photographs of Linda Cole, four unprintable letters-to-the-editor, and a large bottle of tranquilizers.

I, Jane Talbott, leave bu empty seat in homeroom to Marsha Mills.

We Ricky “Wolf and Joe Sweeney, leave to any upcoming members of Mr. Reilly’s Senior English Class, the duty of continuing to drive him insane.

I, Steffi Shaw, leave my empty Kleenex boxes to my brother.

I, Rande Duncan, bequeath my seat in MBG homeroom to Jane Farnham.

I, Cathy Tomlinson, leasve my sister and her friends new shoes so they’ll be able to walk to Gino’s after the football games.

We, the Hawks “y”, leave our empties to anyone with a big truck.

I Steve Eisdorfer, leave to Belle Sheppard a voodoo doll with a year supply of needles, and my Saturday evenings to Chuck Smedley.

I, Bob clement, bequeath to all Episcopalians in the Class of 1968 my 99 volumes of Pro-Anglican Lectures given while on the Senior Trip.

I, Don Villa, leave a jar to anyone who needs it, and my articulate language to the Sophomore girls.

I Murray Ostrov, do bequeath my school spirit and loyalty to the Collingswood Cheerleading Squad.

We, the Bio-Chem class, leave Mr. Sladek and 24-carat gold, diamond-studded, hand-engraved fire extinguisher.

We, in the sixth period economics class, leave it and Cal Adams to anyone who’s dumb enough to take the course next year.

I, Randy Palmer, do bequeath my exaggerated self to Ken Vermaat.

I, Debra DiMarco, leave 27 absences and 39 first period cuts to any junior who has the nerve to take them.

I, Linda Cole, leave to Betsy Wickes, a few good practice “session” and some good old-fashioned “trouble” (?). I, Linda Cole, leave to L. Gaudiani, a new romantic lead --- Frank Moore.

We Ann Witt and Kate De Shazo, bequeath to Leigh McCutcheon and Betsy Ibbeken two broken hockey sticks, a free trip to Camp Merestead, and our “favorite” coach and best wishes for next season.

We, D.S. & M.D. leave the last booth in the upstairs girls’ room to Pat M. & Cindy S.

I, Steve Carter Lomax, bequeath the blood, seat, and tears of the wrestling captaincy plus twenty-five extra mountains to Frank Demmerly.

I, Linda Cole, leave my dancing chair at parties to anyone who promises not to break it.

I, Kathy Reilly, leave my bearskins “bearskins” to sheepdog (Soph.).

We, Jackie Mitchell and Ketty Talbott, leave “Poopsie Sullivan” to any girl who has the guts to take him.

I, Nancy Markham, leave my projector winding ability to any Senior girl who sits in the back of Mr. Castle’s History II Class.

I, Booth Durham, do bequeath my Yoga abilty to Ron Cambell.

We leave the Sophmore girls the high moral standard of the Senior girls.

I, Kitty Talbott, leave my horse to Marc Daniels; my “A” in English to Pat Straub.

I, “PLOUC”, leave my name to all the Ploucs in th Class of ’68.

I, Mick De Lucas, leave Mr. Servatious three genuine “washers” held together by horse-glue.

I, Robbie Jones, bequeath to any Junior Boy, by gross mouth.

We, Linda Cline, Jane Talbott, and Steffie Shaw bequeath Sam, J. O., and Oglethorpe to Reid Barbor so he can play with them next year at Hargrave.

I, Jim Sullivan, leave my mother to any deserving soul who needs her.

We, of bus 4, bequeath our bus to the City of Washington for use as a water supply.

I, Jane Warner, leave to next year’s hockey managers a can of sticky white enamel, a box of dried up orange peels, and last but not least, many exciting afternoons with Miss Kind.

I, Sandy Vermaat, refuse to leave my spaghetti behind; leave to Claire Menet a book or morals.

I, Hope Lundgren leave my weekend trips to Long Beach Island to Pochohantus.

We, the 7^th period physics class, leave all the “Good Morning Everybody” to next years physics class.

I, Chuck Facer, leave to Joey Harbeson, one slightly used Minstrel lute and a pair of Jolly Green Midget tights.

I, Ruth Hunter, leave my pessimism to anyone who thinks they’ll have a good time in their Senior year.

We, the Senior wrestlers, leave Chip Lee next year’s Most Improved Wrestling Trophy because we know he can’t get any worse.

We, Gretchen and David, bequeath to any adventurous Junior getting lost in Williamsburg.

I Jim Duncan, leave my super-stock “Vair” to John Danch for a spare.

I, Marianne Fock, leave to anyone who wants to visit me in Denmark, my address:

M. F., Skolemesterrij 2, Hassetis, Allborg, Denmark.

I, Linda Cline, leave my baton, and best wishes to Francine Terranova.

I, Lorrain Mecca, do bequeath my whistle to Muffie Seaton to be used on the school grounds and moments of silence; and will finally leave Mr. Smith alone.

I, Carl Saladik, leave my quiet manner to Cindy Tomlinson.

I, “Mr.” Resha Putzrath, leave to any ambitions female my one-girl-ness in Academic Math V and my application to Annapolis.

I, Linda Weiler, leave my vivacious, exciting, well-rounded, brown-nosing personality to Leslie Smith.

I, Jack Lane, do bequeath my Bunsen burner and Mr. Heil to George Kosovic.

This year’s basketball team leave to next year’s team, empty stands and four cheerleaders.

I, Jeff Murphy, do bequeath my Chesapeak bathing suit to Gigi Sloan.

I, Mary Joan Dougherty, do bequeath my ability to break my leg to my sister Eileen and loud mouth to Diane Terry.

I, Randy Hurd, leave one pair of desert boots, one pair of high blacks, and a levi tux to anyone gig enough to wear them.

I, Barbara Liberi, do bequeath a 3^rd-hand pair of color guard boots to Pam Meyer.

We, the members of “F” troop (both branches), leave our weekend excursions in Woodbury (especially Richard Hughes’ parties) to anyone who can find his house.

We, Todd Wallace, Reid Barbor, and Rob Jones, leave our Friday night songs to Chuck Smedley, George Sloan, and Mike Saladik.

I, Joe Sweeney, leave my beautiful bod to Frank Moore and 10 inches to Bob Scudder.

I, Andy Brittain, do bequeath the following to these worthy people: To Joe Harbeson: I leave my fantastic dancing ability. To Missy Stedmen: I leave my button collection.

I, Eric Zwarg, leave nothing because I need everything I have.

I, Jon Lax, being of totally unsound mind, do bequeath my stock ticker to Marsha Mills.

I, Pete Irish, give my seat at the Oak to Chuck Smedley.

I, Erik Williams, do bequeath my ability with foreigners to Phyllis.

I, J. B> Smith , do bequeath my safe driving to next year’s safety classes; to anyone who’ll take it – my driving skill.

I, Don Greinke, leave my dancing ability and charm to next year’s Senior athletic star – Good Luck! I also leave the “Lost Cause” to next year’s Senior Prom – Amen!

I, Ed Hester, leave to the Sophomore girls – Mike and Flossy.

I, Bob Kain, leave Bob Kelling and any other fat wrester, my seat in Birdsall’s sauna bath.

I, Bob Birdsall leave my seat in economics to anyone with a gas mask.

I, Allen Friedrich, leave to the Junior whom Mr. Gant trusts most, Mr. Frantz’s elbows, one pencil, and my attendance cards.

I, Tim Edlapore, leave my Mark Daniels, a haircut.

I, Mike Jeffries will to Bob Peterson one “Slurpie”.

I, Timn Crowley, do bequeath my Dr. Scholl’s foot pads to Buddha Gaines.

I, Dan Waldron, do bequeath my VW bus driving ability to Chris Jepson.

I, Gene Borish, leave my fond memories to Leslie Smith.

I, Cela Tily, leave to Betsy Ibbeken one well-worn notebook and writer’s cramp.

I, Ruth McCollister, leave my liberal political views to Mr. Kennedy, who could use them.

I, Skip Monro, bequeath to Hartley Bowen my candid camera blackmail business and all my underclass customers.

We, in Frank Ankenbrand’s 2^nd. Period English class, leave a fire extinguisher with which to put out Flaming Sword to anyone who dares it.

I, Marianne Fock, leave Mr. Beer to next year’s girl exchange student.

We, Cela Tily and Pat Vurguson, leave to Muffie Seaton and Marshal Mills, the last aisle in the girls gym locker room for lunch.

We, Emily Russel and Carl Martin, do bequeath the fun we had in English Class to all Juniors.

I, Stephanie Fanjul, leave Mr. Sladek to Linda Gaudiani.

I Salvo, wish to leave “Darling Forever” to the next poor soul who needs it.

We, Hope and Doris, do bequeath our spot in the Girls’ Room during 3^rd. period to any underclass men who knows how to turn the heat up.

We, the Honors History II class, leave Mr. Castle.

We, Jamie Leaming and Lina Mervine, bequeath our chlorine-reaked four year old, moldy, faded swim suits to Nancy Howarth and Joanne Barton.

I, E. Russel, leave my house to anyone who wants to have great parties.

We, the graduating cheerleaders, leave our stupendous ability to Chris Leyendecker.

I, Richie Jones, leave my seat in Mr. Castle’s class to anyone who likes to sleep – may you rest in peace.

We, Glenn Coach and Erik Williams, leave to Mike Saladik and Norman Jones our two, one-gallon, plastic, anti-head, easy pour “milk” jugs.

I, Alan Rogers, leave a set of rusty guitar strings to Steve Miller.

We two Hunger Stricken Orphans of Period 3, leave the freshmen lunches to Jane Farnham and anyone else who has enough nerve to take them.

I, Reid Barbor, leave my jeep to a millionaire ( you have to be to keep it running.).

I, Glenn Doach, leave the rearest bus window to anyone who may need in on nest year’s Senior Trip.

I, Nick DelCarlino, leave to Mike Saladik all my women!

We, the members of the Honors English IV class, leave our texts of Sex and the Married Woman and the Kinsey Report to next year’s class.

We, the Senior Boys, leave to the Junior boys, the row of chairs facing the window in B Lunch. We also leave to the Senior Girls rain checks for dates they never had.

We, the Senior Girls, leave a few tear drops for all the dates we missed with the wonderful, handsome, sexy, Senior Boys. We also leave to next year’s Senior girls, the record “We’ve Got to Get Out of This Place”.

We, the Senior Girls, leave the maturity of the Senior boys to next year’s kindergarten class. We also leave the good looks and masculinity of the Senior boys to next year’s Senior girls. And finally we leave to next year’s Senior girls in B lunch what we had to look at – NOTHING !!

And finally, we, the Class of ’67, leave the Administration and Faculty of HMHS -ALONE !!!!