To Students

I, Dan Carlin, will to incoming freshmen Miss Nickelson's, Mr. McGillis's, and Miss Basenbach's eye‑opening English classes.

I, Gayle Haman, will two generations of uncounted fruit flies to Claudia Roncone.

I, Carol Gustafson, will to Monica Polacek, Joan DeLaet, and the victims of Kim Tuttle's spikes enough tape, bandaids, and splints to supply the Russian army with the hope that they will all survive another year of rugged practices.

I, Kevin Hayes, will to Mike Allotta a max for men to get the curls out.

I, Kathy Mordue, will to Quin Haase one pair of horse blinders to improve his vision.

I, Kathy Mollenkamp, will the record, "School's Out," by Alice Cooper, to everyone.

I, William Stozek, will to the students of Maine West, the breakfast club and the detentions that go with it.

I, Dave Witt, will my chair in Mr. Ben's office.

I, Janet Gibbert, will a book of "100 Ways to Cut Out of School and Not Get Caught" to all the poor kids who have to come back next year.

I, Jayne Henry, will my camera to anyone that wants to get through the halls without a pass.

I, David Sarlo, will to Rich Meyers a yellow ribbon tied around the old oak tree.

I, David Petersen, will to my sister the four white hail passbooks, the two attendance passbooks, and the book of library slips that I have managed to rip off during my high‑school career ‑ may she use them wisely!

I, Phil Fisher, will my scummy mouthpiece and a box of broken reeds to Jim Loris.

I, Sue Anderson, will to all trying out for cheerleading in the future the movie, "The Cheerleaders."

I, Gary Smogolski, will four progress reports to any junior who decides to stop doing school work after being accepted into college.

I, Su Sciez, will, being of sound (but whimsical) mind and body, my wilted violets, my daisy petals, and my bright red greasepaint to Eric Swanson.

I, Janet Kossick, will to my brother the art of sleeping with my eyes open in class.

I, Curtis Henrich, will the Student Council to Peter Farmer. May he run it as rotten as Eichhorn did.

I, Lynn Heiden, will to next year's editor a series of headaches and problems that make the job so worthwhile. Also some new photographers.

I, Kathy Pazdioch, will to Neil Wallace my rendition of "Something Wonderful."

I, Joe Prange, will to Jimmy Andrews a new baseball glove to improve his game so he won't spend his time keeping score and shagging foul balls.

I, Scott Dombrowski, will all the fun and happiness that I had in school.

To the School

I, Rhea Dawson, will to all freshmen "lucky" enough to have him as their counselor, Mr. Kelber. May they go through the same "enlightening psychoanalysis sessions" I encountered every time I "interrupted" his "busy schedule" to ask him a question.

I, Craig Allind, will one Alka Seltzer tablet machine to be placed in the school cafeteria.

I, Tom Keslinke, will not too much, seeing as though I didn't get too much out of it but a lot of headaches!

I, Catherine Fischer, will to the school Mr. Breitzke's witty hunting stories. He will keep you in suspense.

I, Mike Van Scoyoc, will my gratitude for ruining four years of my life.

I, Tricia Lucus, will a can of orange paint for the dome over the pool to make it unique!

I, Alan David Bayer, will to the school all my fond memories of Maine West.

I, Timothy Merkel, will my 3,642 cigarette butts and my dirty, stinky gym suit.

Misc.

I, Bruce Swartswalter, will all of my Drosophila melanogaster to the cafeteria.

I, Pat McMinn, will an Egg McMuffin to third period PAR.

I, Bob Repta, will my enthusiasm to Mr. Schultz, my sarcasm to Mr. Norris, and my dice to Bob Konopacz.

I, Richard Hinchley, will my Hits of the 50's record to Theodore Cleaver.

I, Leo (Chip) Price, will the 15,973 paperback books I have attained over the past four years from required reading lists in English.

I, Gary Dole, will to the band an enlarged picture of myself to hang high in the band room and remind Mr. Kuite of how much of a good guy I really was.

I, Karen Buckles, will the position of third alternate on the Pom‑Pon Squad to whomever deserves it.

I, Patricia Lawlor, will to the business office in C‑101 a catering service, including a fulltime bartender, waitress, and maid.

I, Nick Tywan, will my brain to the Science Department for the further study of the drinking habits of a retired football player.

I, Mack Bonk, will nothing I might be back next year.

I, Thom Laurie, will one mudfilled football field to next year's Concert Marching Band and Pom‑Pon Squad.

I, Matthew O'Grady, will to the Concert Choir a tradition of a lousy alto section.

I, Ron Cieszkowski, will my Polish influence in Maine West.

To Teachers

I, Kathy Costello, will a gym class, such as the one I was in this year (right on), to Mrs. Gelz next year! Ha! Ha! Now you'll get yours!

I, Patti Ritchie, will my marijuana bubble gum to my favorite teacher, Mr. Michaels.

I, Diane Kruppa, will to my favorite teacher, Mrs. Beck, all my talents as an athlete.

I, Roger Glaze, will to Mr. Bianco 1,000 Ford flathead engines with cracked blocks.

I, Peggy Klein, will to Mr. Norris every ripped, flat, bent nail, and dirty paint brush in the scene shop. I hope he can find someone else to take care of them for him.

I, Rick Lange, will to Mr. Mattson my furry freak brother's tee shirt.

I, Jack Semler, will to Mr. Geils a giant German chocolate cake so that new students will come into his German class and, to his pleasure, "eat it up." Ha! Ha!

I, Mark Thompson, will to Mr. Barnes and Mr. Harris all my Nixon posters, stickers, and buttons for their future enjoyment.

I, Dave Wenz, will all my Drosophila fruit flies, that's all 400 of them, to Mr. Swearingen.

I, Chris Johanson, will two shiny pennies for Mr. McCarter's penny loafers.

I, Bruce Terry, will to all my teachers all the books I used in the Des Plaines library, where I was every evening studying.

I, Bob Bakus, will the measley sum of thirteen cents to the Paul Magnusson tux fund.

I, William Paxton, will to teachers Messrs. Dewane Barnes and Bob Harris my unique technique of starting a term paper the night before, pecking the last key about 7:45 the next morning, and getting into the Maine West Historical Society for doing so.

I, Barb Lange, will to Mr. Lord, the choir director, my "little blue Choralier outfit" so that he can look like one of the guys.

I, Kathi Whipple, will all my Ms. magazines to Ms. Gienka.

I, Chip Barbour, will my big feet to Coach Castronova.