Last Will and Testament of '58 Seniors
by Tip Rosamond
as reported in the Kos-Z-Hi Daze - May 19, 1958

We, the Sneior Class of 1958, being of sound mind and body, do publish this, our last will and testament, here revoking beyond the shadow of a doubt, any and all wills heretofore made by us.

To our former principal, Mr. Mills, and our principal, Mr. Melohn, and faculty, we leave our sincere appreciation for all their efforts in guiding us through the last four years.

To our sponsors, Coach McBeath, Mrs. White, and Mrs. Covington, we leave our thanks for the help and kindness they have given us during our senior year.

We, the individual members of the Senior Class, bequeath the following:

I, Rosemary Ballard, will and bequeath to any Junior, my mathematic ability and hope they have better luck and succcess than I did.

To some black-headed student, I, Mary Faye Braswell, will my gray hair so they can continue counting the people who say, "Do you know that you have gray hair?" Last count - 7,999,324.

I, Sue Brooks, will my ponytail to Patricia Beecham.

I, Willease Burrell, will to any lucky Junior, the ability to become engaged.

I, Jeanene Crosby, will to anyone who will take them, my bum grades and all the sweat that I have expended in four years of struggle.

I, Brenda Culpepper, leave my southern drawl to Carolyn Morris.

I, Rebecca Cummins, leave my chair in Mr. Fulgham's office to Linda Flanagan. May she give better excuses and get by with it better than I.

I, Annie Laurie Fleming, will to any Junior, my ability to write and type themes for others.

I, Patsy Fryery, leave all the fun I've had to any Junior who thinks life is dead.

Being neither of sound mind or body, I, Jeanette Furr, editor of The Whippet, will to Mary Corrine White, the incoming editor, a box of aspirins and a horse whip. May she use them both to the best advantage.

I, Sandra Giles, leave all of the planning and arranging of the feature section of the annual to Anna Lacy.

I, Betty Glaze, skipped writing my will, among other things.

I, Mozelle Green, will to Sadie Finkles, my silly giggles.

I, Katherine Gregory, will to any Junior, all of my energy to help serve at banquets.

I, Jean Horn, will to Catherine Hudgins, my seat on the Sallis school bus.

I, Lelia Ann Jamison, leave Nannie Lou Shields, my ability to get into trouble and worm out of it.

I, Jeraldine Jenkins, bequeath all of my height to Kay Carter, as I feel she needs it.

I, Katherine Jordan, as editor of the Daze, leave to Sara Jackson, all my headaches, worries, and trips to the Star Herald office.

I, Jackie McGee, will to Joyce Young, my driving ability.  May she scare as many people as I have.

I, Kay McGee, leave Jan Gant, my ability to give a speech.  May she do it better than I.

I, Tip Rosamond, just leave and know everyone is happier.

Being of unsound mind, I, Martha Mills, do hereby will to Pam Woodward, all the fun, trouble, and friends that go with the name.  I haven't the heart to leave the grades.

I, Janice Moore, will to Carolyn Green, my soft voice in speech, my good times at ole KHS, and my share of hamburgers in the cafeteria.

I, Nell O'Neal, will to any Junior foolish enough to take it, my ability to write shorthand and hope she has better luck.

I, Sara Jo Pender, leave some unlucky Junior my seat in English IV, with the hope that he or she may understand more of it than I did.

I, Patricia Peninger, will to any Junior that wants to graduate, the advice not to take Business Math and shorthand.

I, Janice Pinkard, being of sound mind, will all my sympathy to the Junior Class.  They'll need it.

I, Ann Russell, will my position as a nurse to Pricilla Craft.

I, Ruth Steen, being of no mind, do hereby will my ability to go steady during most of my high school days to any Junior who wants it.  Think before you act.

To Ann George, I, Marilyn Watts, do hereby leave my love for cheerleading and my cough drops to go with it.

I, Pat Jones, will Margaret Jackson, my place in glee club, especially since she sings soprano and I sing second alto.

I, Connie Proctor, being of a very sound mind, advise any Junior not to take Chemistry.  It will kill your hopes of graduating.

I, Annette Dean, being of sound mind, advise any Junior not to take Biology unless they are bug lovers.

I, Sidney McCool, will my ability to manage basketball to Benjy Scarborough (or just the position).

I, Jimmy Paquinette, leave to Rosemary Chapman my privilege and ability to run the picture machine.

I, Roy Terry, leave my fighting spirit to Wayland Clifton, and a set of rule books to go along with it.

I, Allan Brunt, will my height to "Trailblazer" Jordan.

I, Drew Chandler, will to "Pop" Lawrence and Martha Kate Pope, the space between the lockers that Carol and I have occupied the past two years.

I, Morris Chapman, will my presidency of the Beta Club to Jo Jo Joseph.

I, Jeff Dendy, will my position as vice-president of Beta Club to Janayne Robertson.

I, Jack Dew, will a box of aspirins to the lucky Junior who is crazy enough to take it.

I, Donald Griffin, will to any deserving underclassman all my old absentee excuses.

I, Niecy Turnipseed, will my voice, and what little energy I have left to Snookie Jennings, with hopes that she will be a better cheerleader than I was.