Wills

Wills of the Class of 1980.

I, Susan Amicarelle, do hereby will and bequeath all the juniors and sophomores the three unexcused absences, and Appeal Board, all the tardies and senior privileges that we the seniors of 1980 were promised that were broken, and all the stinky lockers in the business wing and overcrowded halls.

I, Kelly Ballentine, being of relatively sound mind and Positively gorgeous body (ha ha), my good attendance to Lisa Smith (if she was ever here to get it), my phone number to Jacob Lehtio in hopes that on some night when hens not too busy…, my experience in "parking" to Kurt Browning, my ability to enjoy life to next year's Valedictorian in hopes that he/she will carry on the tradition, best of luck and my sincerest prayers to next year's RSA officers, because they are going to need it. And good luck to all of next year's seniors. I hope you have as many good times (as well as bad ones) as I did.

I, Elizabeth Bartlett, do hereby will and bequeath all of my term papers and tests to my brother, Russell, so that he may pursue his career in girl-chasing, instead of working like I had to. To Kim Hinman I leave my best wishes and a gallon of milk so that ,she may make it through next year on the Aries Staff without her ulcer acting up.

I, Jimmy Barlow, do hereby will and bequeath Mu Alpha Theta to the fool that will take it. To all the dull juniors I leave my knowledge that I learned on the science trip to Gainsville.

I, James Batte, do hereby will and bequeath to Eric Burton I leave my used golf balls, so that he may never run out. To Carol Campassi I leave my ability in the darkroom. To Lee Higdon I leave Lee Smith (tame him well). To Kim Hinman I leave my little bit of sanity in hopes that she can make it through next year.

I, Jennifer Bentley, do hereby will and bequeath nothing to anyone because I am stingy.

I, Ralph Blair, do hereby will and bequeath my 1977 Gray Thunderbird to my mother.

I, Sheila Bonner, do hereby will and bequeath my height and charm to Sonia Conner. My body to Loretta Tripp, my hair to Toni Lee, and my personality to Elaine Underwood.

I, Richard Bouchard, do hereby will and bequeath everything I had at Rutherford, including old teachers and little brothers to Cheryl Lynn Burbacher.

I, Allan Boyles, do hereby will and bequeath my locker in the business hall to Mike Smith, my good friend who will probably still be here next year, and my locker in the math wing to Elizabeth Steinmark so she may spend as much time as possible there. I leave my wise knowledge of campaigning and the office of chief ofstaff to the next person that is dumb enough to take it.

I, Anthony D. Campbell, do hereby will and bequeath to Alonzo Keys, my locker shelf; to Cris Donahue, my commador music; to Janet Griffis, my music folder; to Charles Collins, some of my good taste to Russ Daniles, my position in Les Chanteurs; and to all sophomores, my Ram Pride!!!!!! To the teachers, I will my will.

I, Debbie Carey, do hereby will and bequeath the locker with all its mess to Denise Kohl remember me when you opened it up and things fell fall out! I leave my ability to get to class on time (usually) to Suzanne Grider who needs to try it once in awhile. To Debbie Thornhill I leave you know who ! And to John Romero I leave all the work in the office -- have fun!!!!

I, Denise Chambers, do hereby will and bequeath all my short-hand notebooks to all the deserving juniors who got tricked into taking shorthand, and to all the sophomores taking typing, erasers.

I, Lynn Chasse, do hereby will and bequeath to myself the pleasure of never coming back to R.H.S. and seeing Mrs. Deluzain.

I, Kelli Childres, do hereby will and bequeath to Richard all my love, my possessions and memories of Rutherford High School. May you have a better time with them than I did. You may have our locker too (honey). To Cindy Pridgen I leave Mr. Matthews, our business math teacher, to determine reason for living.

I, Cynthia Clarke, do hereby will and bequeath to Robert; my heart and my love. To John and Keidrie; a nice, quiet uninterrupted evening, together. To Lori, a gun to shoot you-know-who, to Met, tickets to the 1984 Olympic skate-a-thon, to Mike a rag.

I, Teresa Clewell, do hereby will and bequeath my stubbornness to Jimmy Pretlow, my confidence to K. J. , my patience to keep anything to all future colorguard members and finally to Kelly Pinto, my faith in God.

I, Tammy D. Coleman, do hereby will and bequeath my good looks and talent with the men to Kajar Lambert.

I, Charles K. Copen III, do hereby will and bequeath Argentina to anyone who is dumb enough to take Latin American history. I will locker #5 to the next Right Guard of the line. I will "my section" of the fence to the next Rutherford 50 ft. shot putter. P.S. Wilkes, you can keep the signs.

I, Jeff Cornet, do hereby will and bequeath to Jimmy Barlow, Kristi and Traci; to Mrs. Fox my silencee about Al Fields and the KK Donut man; to Ms. Wilkes my stock in the Playtex and Chiquita companies; to Dianna Denton a ticket to the Gay Poet Convention; to J. Johnson a pint of blood; to Mr. Holman a part in the Balfour Passion Play; to Mrs. Deluzain an autographed poster of Doug Johnson.

I, LaConya Cotton, do hereby will and bequeath my car to Facouline Vinson and my men folks to Miss Betty Gainer.

I, Traci Coxwell, do hereby will and bequeath to my brother, Jimmy Coxwell, who is a baby sophomore everything I have left from my high school years. This includes one combination lock, two typing erasers, one pencil and one beat-up Child Development notebook.

I, Pat Daneau, do hereby and bequeath to John Romero - a new engine so that he can hear the sound of power in his VW Bug to Bob Hodges - a carton of winstons; to Dan Stonebreaker - a bottle of Seagrams Seven, and to the new sophomores - Mrs. Deluzain, if they'll take her; to Mr. Holman - a trip to "Hollywood"; to Ms. Wilkes - a lipsucker around every corner and behind every door.

I, Anita Darling, do hereby will and bequeath all my knowledge and understanding to Gwen Jenkins, all my grades to Karen Bouie, and all my love and understanding to my favorite teacher Mrs. Campbell.

I, Andrea Davis, do hereby will and bequeath my locker to my sister Stacey; free driving lessons to Richie D.; my nails to Shauna; my accounting books to Connie B.; my freckles to Teresa; my drivers license to Donnna S. for being such a good driver and friend; good luck and happy times to all my friends and Rutherford students old and new.

I, Ruth Day, do hereby will and bequeath to Russ Daniels my Superior tenor voice; my patience and devotion to members of next year's flag corps; to Danny Holmes: my locker. To Brian Tippen I leave whatever he wants so he'll quit, poking me.

I, Michael Lee Da Lapp, do hereby will and bequeath my used athletic equipment to Miss Stacey Horton; my parking place to Jeff Prater because his Bug will never be as tough as mine, and lastly, to any Junior dumb enough to take Latin American History, I leave him my own country of Uruguay. To the school building, I leave my moments in locker #205.

We, Paula Dellatore, Lynn Chasse, Beverly Heard, Tammy Coleman, Lolita Nettles, and Laurie Barrera, hereby will and bequeath to next year CBE class the fun times we had and all our donut crumbs and paper wrappers that are left under the typewriters.

I, Velma Denham, do hereby will and bequeath to Leslie Batteiger all my knowledge on "How to Cope with Cindi Herring."

I, Dianna Denton, do hereby will and bequeath to Scott Hamilton, my commanding tone of voice and domineering ways, to Tom Miller my pink "all purpose" ribbon to the Rampage Staff my collection of "Burnt Creme," to my English teachers my castles in the sky and to my brother Don the will to endure and all the good times of my high school years.

I, Melvin Dixon, do hereby will and bequeath to Steffon Hunt my Ram Pride and my locker I never used. But most of all I leave a smile to all my friends.

I, Sandra Downard, do hereby will and bequeath all of my fond memories of RHS to my sister Brenda who will be here for the 80-81 school year. I also leave best wishes to the Anchor Club.

I, Shirley Driver, do hereby will and bequeath Wednesday's chicken lunch to the guys of third lunch. My smile to Jimmy Pretlow - he doesn't have real teeth. To the new black Ramettes my old smelly pointed toe tennis shoes.

I, Donna Duncan, do hereby will and bequeath the side gate to Cindy Harring for the great respect she has shown it.

I, Julia Engleman, do hereby will and bequeath one box of Tidbits to Marilyn Jankowski, and all my locker space and the copyright of the zippy card company to Kim Hover. To the rest of my friends and foes, I leave the memory of myself and hope you'll be able to forget.

I, Kenneth D. Evans, do hereby will and bequeath all the grease I squeezed out of my lunch to all the sophomores and juniors who will still have to suffer through this rare treat, and to all of Mr. Smith's future students I leave my ability to endure stale jokes.

I, Bonita J. Fiene, do hereby will and bequeath my talents in sports to Jennifer Joh, my intelligence in math to Jennifer Joh because you will need it! I give my calmness during basketball to Toni Lee, and I also give her my hurts and pains so she'll have more to, complain about! I leave my leadership to Elain Middleton (not that she doesn't lead now). Good luck to all girls playing basketball!!!!

I, Renee' Foreman, do hereby will and bequeath to my dear, sweet brother Michael my intelligence, good looks, etc -- which, he won't know what to do with!!!!

I, Lisa Kay Fowler, do hereby will and bequeath all my dresses and wigs to Neil Vickers for his tremendous vaudeville act. And I want Don Bryan to take his breath deodorants back with him. Also I want "Little Man" to have a happier life than before. I also want Mr. Fussell to have my stunning personality and get rid of the old one.

I, Glen Frye, do hereby will and bequeath my football abilities to the next lucky person to be one of Coach Mac's roothogs, my wrestling skills to Alonzo Johnson, you'll need them "too tall" or else they will just call you "Too Small".

I, Susan Griffin, do hereby will and bequeath to this year's juniors and sophomores the best band in the state of Florida. All of my notes I leave to my sister Tina. To all unsuspecting sophomores I leave Kendall Jones. To Alan Helmbrech I leave the ability to shoe polish cars with cops looking on without getting caught. To the class of 1981 -- good luck.

I, Johnny Haley, do hereby will and bequeath all my joyful expression to the oncoming seniors.

I, Dereck Hall, do hereby will and bequeath all my artistic talent to any deserving sophomore or junior and I leave my parking space to Lee Casey.

I, Jim Hamilton, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to talk to strangers to Scott, my ability to self-inflict hickeys to Ms. Wilkes, and I'd rather not be identified to other autistic individuals.

I, Tamara Harrison, do hereby will and bequeath all the guys of Rutherford (all the good looking ones) to Paula Shoemaker and Desley Ennis.

I, Robin Hartsell, do hereby will and bequeath my acting ability to my little sister, Renea Turpin; my photographic eye to James P. Pretlow III; my birthday to Andy Gay; all of my worn out rifles to the 1980-81 captian and all of my sweet-potatoe pies to Jim Holbrook, May they all be put to good use.

I, Beverly Heard, do hereby will and bequeath Phillis Murrey, Michelle Whitehead, I leave the two best teachers Mr. Thomas and Mrs. Deluzain and two more years here. To Mike Campbell, I leave my basketball skills. To Felicia Goodman, I leave my singing and dancing skills. To Anthony Keys, I leave all the loose girls. To Johnathon Jackson, I leave my love. I leave all the bad gossip about me to Pauline Odom.

I, Terri Herring, do hereby will and bequeath to Sharon Davis, my high shoes; to my sister, Cindy Herring, my knowledge on how to get a date; to Frank Kilgore, lessons in pool and poker; to Velma Denham, a senior, who will be back here next year, my good grades, so that she can pass. I leave to Cindy Herring my hand me downs.

I, Belinda Hester, do hereby will and bequeath all the back-aches I got from being on the bottom of pyramids to Theresa Hartzog.

I, Trish Hicks, do hereby will and bequeath my cradle-snatching to Suzanne Grider, all my beads from my add-a-bead necklace to Cissie Fowler, to Bobby Hicks, my alarm clock set for 5:30 am, my loose woman act complete with lil' gray duck waddle, to Debbie Thornhill, my seat in Mr. Holman's class to anyone that wants it.

I, Laura Hines, do hereby will and bequeath my knowledge and faith in God to all of the people in this world who need it. I pray that the Lord will guide you and watch you through your troubles.

I, Paula "Hickeychik" Holowchik, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to keep a sane mind while going through hundreds of little mugshots trying to figure out who they are, to Ellen Andrews, next year's classes editor; to Mr. Barfield I leave my flagpole in hopes that he'll put it to a good use, to any person on next year's color guard, especially Kris Pierce, I give all my players because you're gonna need them, and last but not least, to Mrs. Deluzain and anyone who wants them, I give all my hickeys and my favorite book My Erroneous Zones.

I, Melissa Hoole, do hereby will and bequeath the joy and the pain of be acheerleading captain to Barbara Cervantez. I leave the Beta club and officers to the Seniors coming up. I hope they have better luck. I leave my happiness through God in many hearts and lives, prayerfully.

I, Sheryl Horton, do hereby will and bequeath my work study job at the Bay County School Board to any misfortunate CBE junior, slips of used correction tape (found under typewrite), helpful notes found in my English book, and my psychology papers to anyone who can find a useful purpose for them.

I, Yvette R. Hughley, do hereby will and bequeth my hazel eyes to Tony Lee. I leave me leap to Kajar Lambert. I leave tears to La Cheryl Ford. I leave my curls to Elaine Middleton. I leave my tan to Theresa Jones. I leave my grades to Victoria Davis. I leave my 35-26-36 to Anita Mitchell.

I, Carol Imes, do hereby will and bequeath everything that Ihave at Rutherford to Lee Casey, (which isn't a lot). To Alan Colburn, I leave all the next year's senior girls (good luck). Maybe you'll graduate soon.

I, Paige Elizabeth Inscoe, Being of brilliant mind and fantastic body, do hereby will and bequeath my superior intelligence to all future sophomores, in the hope that they too will someday have a brain, my ability to cope with problems with and "I hate it" to every jellyfish that comes along, my caustic wit and sarcasm to Charlie Roehm, Pat Daneau and Greg Terry, in the hope that they will be able to dish it out as well as take it, my ability to give u1cers and not have them to Kim Hinman, my "Go to Hell World, I'm a Senior" T-shirt to Marlys Roehm, if her 42's will fit in my 36's, my guitar to Kelly Lucas, an incomprable friend, my pleasant attitude toward life and humanity goes to Mrs.Deluzain, my pinking shears and copy Deliverance go to Jeff Johnson along with my ability to smirk, on cue in front of all TV land, my naturally curly hair goes to all of you who pay $36 a whack for a perm, my kitty cat and a shoulder to cry on go to Glenn Frye, the intelligence of my pinky goes to Pam Poor. To Joey, Paula, Babbv, Melanie, Kelly, Mark, Debbie, Doug, Keith, Tom and all of you other class of 80'ers, my friendship forever...... finally, to Jay Winter, my one and only, I give my everlasting love and the rest of my life....... GUS.

I, Rene' Jackson, do hereby will and bequeath my good grades to Anthony Keys. I leave Derick Davis to my best friend to do as she pleases with him and position on the RSA Advisory Council to Elaine Middleton. I leave my clean locker to C.C. and M.W. I leave my ability to keep a steady boyfriend to Barbara Session. Most of all I leave all my memories to Rutherford. Thanks for the good times.

I, Cynthia Jambor, do hereby bequeath the ease and blissful ignorance of high school to the class of 1981 you've only got one more year of it to go enjoy it while you can, honey!!

I, Carlos James, do hereby will and bequeath my brain to Vallard Anderson (who most needs it), my sure-fire technique of taking notes to Norma Roberts (who can't afford to do without them), and my perfect vision to Andy Emmons, (who can have it only if he gets rid of those hideous glasses!), and to Lisa Robinson, my and school books and my locker, for she will soon learn of the fame and glory of being an RHS Senior.

I, Gerald, Johnson, do hereby will and bequeath my locker and its contents; Star Patrol helmet, (caution: recommended for children 3 years old and up), life time membership to the George Jetson Fan Club, computer tape with all the favorite song, "All I want to know about computer math but were afraid to ask," and last but not least my genuine "George Washington slept here" sign to any student who deserves these treasures.

I, Jeffery Johnson, do hereby will and bequeath my musical virtuosity to the 1981 Les Chanteurs d'Aries. They all should hope to sing so well as I do. I leave Shari Kennedy the ability to use a head band in many stylish fashions, Kim Hinman my wonderful ability to be paranoid at all times, Anna Mashburn all the Dominiques in the world, Gail Moser my journalistic ability, Miss Fox, my ability to execute and enjoy esoteric conversations and my ability to play "The Old Grey Mare" in an "unfunky" manner, Didi-Amin Wilkes my ability to write "Student of the Month" stories in less than two minutes, Ms. S. Malloy, my ability to lie down on bathroom floors and peel labels off of brandy bottles, Ms. Deluzain, my ability to stomp out debauchery and filth and my wonderful Quiz Bowl charm, Mrs. Webb, my wonderful poclket Webster Dictionary, Mrs. Wilson, the ability to eloquently say "mort" and to Mr. Fussell my wonderful laugh.

I, Vickie Kleinschmidt, do hereby will and bequeath my whistle to the new Drum Majors with hopes that they will know what to do with it. All my notebooks with Lance on them to Rhonda Murphy. All my school books any sophomore or junior who is credulous enough to take them. And to R.H.S. I leave my name engraved on every desk I sat at!

I, Kimberly LaBarre, do hereby will and bequeath all my seats in the business wing to Dwaine, my little sister. I can't leave you my brains, but I'll leave you my smile. I wish all the happiness to those who make an effort in school, that they will succeed in life and come out in the world with an idea of where they are going and what to do.

I, Sharon Lawrence, do hereby will and bequeath my messy locker to any lucky junior, my walking out of class to Kim Colicott to see that good-looking guys, and my love and happiness to Patrick Sargent.

I, Lisa Ledbetter, do hereby will and bequeath my locker (personally interior-designed), my mom's car and my great sense of balance on skates to Sandra Holley. To Tina Poe and Lee Smith, all the luck in the world working on the index in the Yearbook! (Try to beat mine).

I, Marty Lehtio, do hereby will and bequeath my FORD EATER (Chevrolet) to Charlie Roehm and his sorry "stang" you might as well have a Datsun. I also bequeath my half of the "double-moon" to Kellie Givens. I also give Susan Spivey and Cissy Wood my back row seats in Simonson's class. You'll want to stay as far away as possible. I want to give everybody who'll be stuck at Rutherford the best of luck in getting out. You'll need it your Senior year.

I, George Jeff Lewis, do hereby will and bequeath all of my pencils and pens which have been stolen and lost to my little sister, Elaine. Remember not to trust people from Mosley who drive Mustangs !

I, John Lindsay, do hereby will and bequeath a portion of my intelligence to the 1981 sophomore class because they will need all the help they can get.

I, Lanny Luksik, do hereby will and bequeath my favorite parking place to any poor soul who wants it, I leave my two year old oder eaters to Cindy Stephens, last but not least I leave my half moth eaten gym shorts to Carla Taylor.

I, Terry Manly, do hereby will and bequeath to Bryan Tippen my excellent driving skills and always remember to stay heavily insured.

I, Lavina Maples, do hereby will and bequeath my wonderful organizational abilities, to Ms. Wilkes, hoping that one day she will clear the top of her filing cabinet. To all the wonderful junior Ramettes who have kept my life in complete uproar, I leave my disgusting disposition hoping all of you will one day follow in my unforgetable footsteps. To all sophomore Ramettes, I leave my ability to control myself even when the jamming urge attacks. To Cathy Zimmerman, I leave my fantastic times in Paris and London, hoping you will use them to your best interest. To Mr. and Mrs. Fussell, I leave my undying love and friendship - hoping I never will be forgotten.

I, Donna McCullen, do hereby will and bequeath the following: to John Romero I leave my eyes, to Debbie Ducharme I leave my brains since she has none and to all the underclassman I wish good luck.

I, Lori McKenzie, do hereby will and bequeath to my brother Kevin, all my homework, getting up early, 12:00 curfew and all the pretty girls he could ever want to know. To Charles Harrell, I leave my friendship, a lot of happiness for the future and a touch of sadness that our paths won't ever cross as often as before. To Debbie Slay, I leave my school spirit, all of my twirling ability and all the fun and excitement of being a majorette and going to R.H.S.

I, Melanie McLendon, do hereby will and bequeath my I.D. card to Kelly Garrety (although you can't use it till January) I leave my ability to tan to Teresa Scherrer. To Lori Webb, I leave my Camero so she won't have to ride her moped for the rest of her life. Last but not least, I leave my ability to say no to any girl who goes out with Clay Raffield.

I, Arron McCoy, do hereby will and bequeath my Psychology book to James Metcalf, my locker and its contenst to Rhonda Harvey, and my motorcycles to Ms. Lynn Ferris.

I, Theresa McManus, do hereby will and bequeath all my seats in all my classes to Becky Williams, whom I'm sure will enjoy them. I leave all my arguments with teachers to any poor sophomore or junior who has the nerve I had to argue with them. All the memories I have of Rutherford to all the people who will attend Rutherford in the future. Most of all, I leave all my love to a very special person, Richard Scott Hernandez.

I, Lisa Miller, do hereby will and bequeath my wonderful personality to Valerie Harris, my wonderful ability (which isn't much) to play volleyball to Cathy Campassi, My wonderful ability to act to Renea Turnip, my always perfect hairdo to any sophomore who wants it. I leave also mine and Karen Ritter and Leslie John's locker.

I, Yvette Muniz, do hereby will and bequeath my weight to all the toothpicks out there. To the sophomores, I leave my stupidity.

I, Laura O'Donaghy, do hereby will and bequeath everything I used through high school to someone who really needs it. This includes several pencils and inkless pens and a few short typing erasers that still have some use. Use these things in good health.

I, Janet Owensbv, do hereby will and bequeath my fate of luck to wreck cars or make others wreck to Randy Ledman, my smile and pep to next years Rammettes, my pringles and horseshoes to Glenn Frye, one tank of gas to Cecil Andrews; my heart and my phone number to John Romero.

I, Chris Parker, do hereby will and bequeath to leave to Debbie Pybus the locker and all the good times we had together at Rutherford. I also leave to Mike Hill "my" parking place by the Driver's Ed building. I will Mrs. Smith all the words in the world about Chaucer, Shakespeare and Milton. I also thank Mr. Hollignsworth for teaching me a lot in his class. I also hope all the P.T. classes get Coach Mac.

I, Karen Perham, do hereby will and bequeath all my brains and talents to Sandy Hale in hopes that she will succeed as I have. I leave no lockers, tons of books and dumb things to sophomores, a challenge to juniors and good luck to Seniors, and to Mrs. Deluzain - all the sophomores in the world.

I, Keith Pinto, do hereby will and bequeath my entire personage to whom ever it may concern. All worldly possesions I hereby will to Thomas S. Seldenwright in a supreme effort to satisfy hit need for wealth.

I, James Pizzuto, do hereby will and bequeath the increase of credit to graduate from 15 to 17, the new attendance policy and detention because of that **** attendance policy to all the unlucky, belly crawling slime that are unfortunate to spend anytime at this mentally disturbed institution.

I, Pam Poor, do hereby will and bequeath my party life to Larry Trahan because 1 know he'll take care of it, my phone number to Jacob Lethio, my rainy days and Friday nights to John Romero, my skill in giving hickies to Tom Seldenwright, my skimpy body to Kerry Lawley, my peppermint to Cris Cronwell, my ignorance to Kent Michaelis, and my sincerest prayers to next year's RSA officers 'cause you're gonna need it.

I, Lois Prescott, do hereby will and bequeath all my good luck to Sandra Boyett and Linda Refice who will need it to cope with Col. Atchison and ROTC next year, my fond memories of Mrs. McGehee to Debbie Rivers and Sherry Nelson, my obscene locker from my junior year Jimmy Bennett and Mike Crane, and my promise to Due Donaghy a newer Teddy Bear to replace her old one.

I, Donna Price, do hereby will and bequeath my good grades to my brother Donald Price. I also leave him my ability to keep a very junky locker and last but not least I leave anything and everything of an importance to anybody who wants it. First come, first serve.

I, Lisa Raffield, do hereby will and bequeath my shorthand book to anyone following me who will be brave enough to take it. By the way, sophomores and juniors, take care.

I, Barry Ritter, do hereby will and bequeath Mr. Barefield's Latin American History class to all the poor sophomores and juniors.

I, Debra Roberson, do hereby will bequeath all my business courses to those sophomores who wish to succeed in a business career. I also will my positions and uniform I had on the color guard to any sophomore who's willing to work hard!

I, Valerie Robinson, do hereby will and bequeath all my left over notes from my 12th grade classes and my run over pro Ked shoes to Terri Bryant, so when it rains at Rutherford she won't get your good shoes wet. And my mean looks so that you won't have any trouble through 12th grade.

I, Charlie Roehm, do hereby will and bequeath my mustang to Marty Lehtio to make his Camaro run faster; my height to Darlene Vickers; my new car to Bonnie Fiene; my last year's Geometry tests to Barry Ritter; my last 50 bucks to Melissa Hoole; my ability to drink to Greg Hadaller; my late coming home to my sister (who will soon be home at 2;00 or 3:00, but I don't worry because she's with Richard Hernandez.)

I, Debra Sasser, do hereby will and bequeath my English Lit book to any person who wishes to talk in old English and love poems. I do hope who gets this book learns what I didn't.

I, Karla Saunders, do hereby will and bequeath my drivers license and my ability to help with confusing problems to Terry, I.D. card to Becky, Susan, and Cissy so they can be of legal age for a while, mathbook and homework to Charles, to Patty, I leave a question - who was that guy? And last, I leave my sympathy to all those who move into a new school in their senior year and have to take sophomore classes because they won't accept the credits you brought with you.

I, Tori Scherrer, do hereby will and bequeath all of my innocent times to my sister Teresa, who could use some of them; my wonderful memories of U. of F. to any junior brave enough to take them; my practice flags and rifle to Cris Pierce in hopes it does more good for her then they aid for me; to Brad Inscoe, his own toy car to get to swimming practice next year; my dieting skills to Melanie Harris who can afford to gain five pounds and all the best wishes to the upcoming Seniors in hopes they get a better deal than we did.

I, Tom Seldenwright, do hereby will and bequeath the memory of my existence to the entire student body so that they will have an example to follow throughout their endeavors during their high school years at Rutherford.

I, Terri Shanahan, do hereby will and bequeath to my brother Tim all my good grades. I bequeath to all the sophomores and juniors as good a time in their senior year as the Seniors of 1980 had.

I, Tammy Skaggs, do hereby will and bequeath my accounting book and all my lick to Pam Webb because she's gonna need it, to Cissy and Melia I leave all my great advice, to Lee Davison I leave my tight jeans to remind her of the joke we shared and all luck to her and pat, all my patience to Deli when she sees someone sissing in Gayfers. last but not least I leave my love and many thanks to Mrs. Malloy.

I, Richard Sparks, do hereby will and bequeath the valuable possessions used during the 1979 football season to Alan "Jughead" Colburn, especially the whirl pool. And my great jersey number to whom ever receives it. Also, to all juniors, the one and only Senior parking lot. To Coach Garner, a pack of REDMAN!!!

I, Lance Spivey, do hereby will and bequeath second base to either Jessie Oates or Larry Trahan, whoever can bow his neck and take it.

I, Andre' Steward, do hereby will and bequeath my vast array of knowledge to anyone who needs them; my chewed up government Den and assortment of erasers to Lisa Sneed, who always borrows them. Any leftover Physics notes to Larry Trahan, my brains to Eric Dodson; my body to Jacob Lehtio; and the rest of my belongings go to Phyllis Murray who collects all everyone's junk anyway.

I, Marsha Stokes, do hereby will and bequeath all of my fun times and memories to a new sophomore because the y will need them next year. I will Mrs. Hansen my old accounting workbook, because my name is on it. I will my shorthand to Mrs. Carter, because she was pushing me to do good in my shorthand classes.

I, Wonda Stowers, do hereby will and bequeath to John Robinson the ability to make decisions; to Mr. Satterwhite and Mr. Jones - patience; to Alan Helmbrecht all the pina coladas he can drink; and to the class of 1981 the goal to surpass the abilities and accomplishments of the class of 1980. Alwavs remember to smile. Things could be worse.

I, Tammy Talbott, do hereby will and bequeath my good luck to the 1980-81 Ramettes. May you be as talented as the 1980 Rammette Seniors. I also will my accounting book to anyone who wants it, and also, last but certainly not least, the famous name "Tinkle" to Cissy Wood.

I, Joey Taylor, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to cope with pancake cooks from the Safari to Anna mashburn and Cathy Zimmerman; my unfair prejudice towards the Civic Club to chywanna Collins; a couple of crushed pine cones to Tricia Bolinger; my advantage of being able to walk on water to Jeff Prater, and last of all, to Tony Garcia, I leave my abundance of patience, tolerance and understanding because God knows he will need them.

I, Greg Terry, do hereby will and bequeath to the Rutherford parking lot, the 47 odd sets of tire marks I made before gas hit one dollar a gallon. To Mrs. Deluzain I leave my wit and charm, for obvious reasons. To Mr. Simonson, I leave all my friends because he has none. And most of all, to Miss Trisha Ann Bolinger I leave my love.

I, Timothy Thomas, do hereby will and bequeath to Pat Daneu all my vitiman C concentrate, Trish Bollinger, just a touch more of class, Lee Rigdon, my book on how to say "I don't understand in 13 languages," Miss Wilkes, the oldest and best looking banner of last year, Dawn Schmelzle, fall free high heel shoes and knee pads, to all the people who know me - all my love and admiration.

I, Chris Wall, do hereby will and bequeath all of my unintelligent teachers to Sherry Nelson, my old, unused textbooks to Debbie Gibbs, and I leave all of my good grades to Sharon Davis.

I, Vicki Ward, do hereby will and bequeath the best of luck and happiness to Chris Cronwell, also any help needed to pass his senior year! To my best friends, Mark and Desiree I wish you all the luck, happiness and love that Robert and I have.

I, Jeff Watson, do hereby will and bequeath my impeccable taste and Rood looks to Bob Hedges. My trumpet mouthpiece goes to John Black. My intelligence I give to Jim Holbrook, and finally, my body goes to Chris Meyers.

I, Dana Weber, do hereby will and bequeath my 100 type written page report on Gauatomala to all the lucky students who get Mr. Barfield for Latin American History next year, and to Keith Doran I leave all my old Teen Board uniforms.

I, Kenneth Robert White, do hereby will and bequeath, my smile to Ms. Wilkes, my thanks and gratitude to Coaches MacAlister, Rivers and Clemons. The set from Charlie Brown to Mr. Holman my blue prints for short cuts to the lunchroom on chicken day to Scoop Grandberry and Kelvin Ford. And most important I leave #45 to the equipment room.

I, Maja Jonna Wood, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to speak French fluently to Lisa Mincy, my ability to type 90 words a minute to Jill VanZant. (with one finger)!!My position as Ramette officer to some lucky junior!!! and my bathing suite to Gay Rhodes (if she can figure out how to wear it!???!!??!

I, Richard Wys, do hereby will and bequeath all soft spots and splinters on the bench to any and all prospective baseball players and all the good times and good laughs there may be to those who dare to take the thrilling college course of math five, and the agony of physics. (warning: beware of mad dog Hansen and fuzz lip Jack).