To Teachers

I, Don Riddel, will a great homeroom to Mr. Kardasz just like we didn't have.

I, Judy Olsak, will to Mr. Soucek my first traffic ticket.

1, Jill Fedder, will more delicious bar‑be‑que lunches to Mr. Schultz.

I, Marci Ann Sosdian, will to Mr. Swearingen all my past AP Biology Evaluations; may he have many good laughs from my extremely original answers.

I, David Moeller, will my 1934 Mercedes Benz touring car to Mr. Lindquist; may he use it as much as I have for political conquests.

I, Vicki Letto, will to Mr. Norris all my dramatic ability and my smart‑alec mouth, because he needs all the help he can get.

I, Karen Dahm, will the Concert Choir who will sing the processional, "Fools Rush In" at Mr. Anderson's June wedding.

I, Jim Sedlack, will to the Music Department faculty my many spare rolls of toilet paper, because they're going to get them anyway.

I, Jim Wachholz, will to Mr. Freeman all the presto, zero, flunko, no‑credit‑Os he gave me in government.

I, Vicki Stirrat, will one pair of hot pants to Mr. Hatton.

I, Debbie Loepere, will to Miss Pflederer a second period class who loves her as much as we do, and my term paper so that Robert Nathan may be immortalizd.

I, Doug Kuite, hereby will to Mr. Vaupel a picture of an all American female centipede.

I, Linda Panek, will my seat in PAR to Mrs. Elliott.

I, Don Felz, will two bananas to Mr. Riek.

I, John Hummel, will to Mr. Freeman all the work I never did.

I, Pam Diesness, will to Mr. Norris all the understanding in the world when he tries to talk with Mr. bag.

I, JoAnn Scheuneman, will to Mr. McCarter all the rest of my brothers and sisters so that he may enjoy them as much as he did me.

I, Michele Skegr, will all my tests to my teachers. Let them suffer

I, Lynne Stevens, do hereby will to Mr. Kelber all the "feedback" in the world.

I, Larry Bosco, will to Mr. Nugent the million year old rock I broke and never told him about.

I, Linda Dumelle, will 5’4" brown‑eyed, brown‑haired Miss Morton to Mr. Hatton.

I, Jim Kopke, will to Coach Carlini my orange headband who, with all his hair, really needs it.

I, Pat Steger, will to Miss Basenbach a collection of insects and a sack of corn for her ducks.

I, Tim Sagan, will my six blown driveshafts to Mr. Riek for some toothpicks.

I, Sue Kraft, will to Mrs. Elliott my stack of misconducts which I won't need anymore.

I, David Judy, will to Mr. Freeman my sideburns, better known as "porkchops"; may he wear them proudly.

We, Katy Young and Anne Brosseit, will to Mr. Schultz a complete store mannequin instead of just the hand.

I, Kristy Sove, will to Mr. Lord 20 rolls of T.P. to be given at a later date.

I, Karla Fischer, will to Mr. McElwain 100 rolls of film for his camera.

I, Mark Gajewski, will to Mr. Drain all of my used gymnastics equipment.

I, Craig Frost, will Mr. Buckingham to Mrs. Flick.

I, Dave Dadabo, will my blood‑curdling laugh to Mrs. Elliott.

I, Jeanne Gassner, will Mr. Swearingen to those who deserve a fate worse than death and Mr. Gould to those who deserve better.

I, James Amling, will my themes to Mr. McGillis, so that he can show his students next year how not to write one.

To Students

I, Mike Fairhead, will to incoming freshmen the blindness that will encompass them until they become seniors.

I, Pat McMahon, will everyone a little peace which they will need to get through coming years at Maine West.

I, Linda Lederle, will to Mary Molleken all the decks of cards I have ever used in adapted P.E. May she use them in good health.

I, Mary Kate McGuire, will to Joan Germann our little Peyton Place in hope that she will carry it on as good as we have.

I, Thomas Perski, will my Adidas to Cratz and tutti‑frutti ice cream (one year's supply) for Ken Steinken.

I, Laurie Wieser, hereby will to Denise Beam all my headaches, ulcers, statistics, and Coach Carlini, as well as great patience for her job next year as wrestling manager.

I, Rick Shanahan, will my counselor, study halls, and the rest of the school to the refugees tramping the campus.

I, Kay Lowden, will to Dave Gershon all the spilt milk I had to clean up in the Maine West nursery school.

I, Mark Courtois, will to next year's seniors all my Senior Ditch Day cards.

I, Doug Lauffenburger, will to Jon Ferraiolo my position as leading money‑winner in the Chemistry Glassware Breakage League.

I, Pam Kidd, will all my energy and spunk to Sue Massillo whom I trust can handle it better than I did for better causes.

I, Jim Calabrese, will to Gregg Liebeu, all my business math brains and books.

I, Peg Carpenter, will to Joan all the memories of me.

I, Lin Kamradt, will the agreeability of the track coaches to all future track assistants.

I, Marji Cameron, do hereby will to any girl in band the continuation of my women's lib movement in the field of music. (directing, especially)

I, Cindy Gilgenbach, will my total supply of Alka Seltzer to the students in lunch.

I, Kurt Smith, will my counterfeit trilobite fossil to any new geology student to become excited over it.

I, Kristine Gawel, will the third typewriter in the last row in A‑113 of Mrs. Sortal's business English class; some kid will have fun learning the keyboard when all the keys are so mixed up.

I, Renee Goslee, will to future students unexcused absences at 8:02.

I, Kathy Johnson, wish everyone coming into physics a lot of fun with Mr. Porter's toys.

I, Sam Cimarusti, will the intercom system to all students.

I, Jan Barkell, will to my incoming freshman brother, the beloved nickname Barle Farkle" to be cherished all four years in high school!

I, Robert Herzog, will to the incoming students the indoor track. May the same air that plagued us be just as thin and foul for them.

I, Becky Battaglia, hereby will "Becky's Buklee's" to any incoming freshman girl who would be so fortunate to get Miss Basenbach for homeroom.

I, Barbara Gallucci, will singing lessons to the girls who hold the rock festivals in the E‑wing john each morning.

I, Michael Beardsley, will this piece of paper to whomever reads this.

I, Maureen Sheetz, will my soggy grapefruit to those faithful weight watchers.

I, Cindy Miller, will my locker to the poor kid that has to clean it next year! Good luck!!

I, Bob Juenger, will the lousy food in the cafeteria to anyone that can keep it in their stomachs.

I, Brian Ward, will to all incoming students my chicken to use at the Maine South games.

I, Sue Batdorf, will all the birdies stuck in the rafters of C‑wing gym to future members of the Girls' Badminton Team.

I, Bruce Beam, will my diet plan to all upcoming wrestlers.

I, Christine Schwarz, will a full case of happy pigs complete with spare parts bags to next year's Biology II class.

I, Rich Jenkinson, will to all future students our messed up bell system and morning announcements.

I, Sue Wiese, will to next year's student director of the musical, the old saying, "When in danger, when in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout."

I, Karen Kelleher, will to the incoming class nylon‑snagging cafeteria chairs.

I, David Congalton, will my mouth, my file box, and Sally Sommers to my debate partner, Kurt Klein.

I, Steve Bednar, do hereby will to any student taking English IV W the address of Mr. McGillis for the sole purpose of getting revenge on him.

I, Russ Smith, will to Gary Navratil and Jim Krumpolz one cornstalk for college.

To the School

I, Sandy Salerno, will to Maine West my brother, the third Salerno to go through this. Lucky. Lucky!

I, Pat Oelrich, will to the school a girls' football team.

I, Tim Ehorn, will my smelly gym suit to the statue at the entrance of the school.

I, Joan Kujala, will the attendance office all my used blue tardy slips.

I, Phil Robinson, will to the school a Student Council sleeping lounge.

I, Rick Kehe, will an ash tray for the C‑wing john.

I, Randy Lee, will to the school my unique collection of every paper I have received in high school and placed in my books, for I am now confident of the strength of my right arm which has carried this burden for the last four years.

I, Donna Kuykendall, will to the school all the hundreds of left over Homecoming buttons.

We, Bill Geen and Sue De Maria, will all our sexy conversations during English class to Maine West.

If I, Dave Snelton, had something to will I would.

I, Dave Gates, will nothing. Let them steal their own junk.

I, Camille Ruffolo, will.

I, Russ Folden, will a farewell.

I, Patrick James Kelley, will absolutely nothing to nobody.

I, William Prejna, haven't decided yet.

I, Jon Baldo, have little enough to take with me from high school, and I'll leave nothing behind.

I, Tony Hilligoss, will my will to will my will.