VOL. XV, NO. 14

To Students

I, Kristin M. Beedy, will every stair in this school to my incoming freshman sister that she may fall down them as many times as I did.

I, Kim Thompson, will to Jeannie McNulty, my Ba‑Boom teeshirt plus all the looks and comments that go with it.

I, Jeff Kiester, will to anyone who has to stick around here all the stupid little things ya gotta fill out in homeroom.

I, Glen Dalbke, will to Glen Heiden my spot on the bench next year on the basketball team which I know he will enjoy.

I, Steve Mudd, will to every one at Maine West a new load of Teeny Boppers.

I, Peter Farmer, will to future Student Council presidents a copy of Nixon's Six Crises and good luck in that (expletive deleted) office.

I, Carol Ritzema, will my copy of Lord Jim to any junior taking A.P. English next year that is "lucky" enough to get Mr. Silkowski.

I, Nancy Bistany, will to the 1974-75 Shorthand II classes and Mrs. Kerby 10 million feet of crumpled shorthand paper on shelf two.

I, Lester Nelson, will the five I am going to get on the English A.P. test to be used to beat Miss Pflederer's class.

I, Bob Limbrick, will my wine bag with the broken liner to Steve Pelinski for use on future speech team overnights!

I, Gail Kaechele, will to Diane Williams my big mouth, which comes in handy at pep assemblies when the microphone goes out.

I, Marc Schludt, will to Ken Tekiela Lake Park so we can talk of the old times in our underwear.

I, David Franks, will to Lorrie Swanson rabbit food and a box of Puffs.

I, Ed Dolan, will to all varsity football players Coach Morel's favorite saying: "You gotta love it, boys."

I, Kevin Skahan, will my beard to Scot Unger because he wants one so bad.

I, Bobbi Black, will to everyone, all the happiness and fulfillment they can have in finding the real person they are.

I, Wayne Stevens, will my NoDoz to the A.P. chemistry students next year for Mr. Stenoien's lectures.

I, Carol Slivka, will to all fellow dancers all the splinters on the auditorium stage.

I, Marcia Siebert, will Chris Pascente's imitation of Elvis Presley.

I, Cindy Suchta, will a private practice room for Cathy and Dan so that they'll never' be out of practice.

I, Karen Neetz, will every girl who gets Mr. Freeman for government a bottle of aspirin because of all the headaches they will get from listening to a male chauvinist.

I, Dennis Corcoran, will to Jeff Schwarz an ear for music.

I, Pat Lauten, will an ounce of air for every student dumb enough to take humanities in R-209 and a pound of kitty litter for each page of my 'copious and comprehensive' notes to Mr. Barnes to use as he sees fit.

I, Doug Peterson, will my brain, since I won't need it in the Marine Corps.

I, Jeff Solberg, will nothing, in return for nothing.

I, Stephen McMahon, will to my friends, a smile; to my teachers, hope; and to this school, a tornado.

I, Dale Nickels, will four years of textbooks I couldn't sell back.

I, Paul Berner, will a book on art class manner edited by Mr. George Blanas.

I, Nancy Franklin, will to my friends all the cigarette butts' I flushed down C‑wing john; to the teachers, the cockroaches in the pool locker room and to the school, immortality, so it can suffer forever for making me miserable.

I, Bob Knowles, will the pack of Camels taped to the bottom of a toilet tank in upstairs C‑wing boys' john.

I, Ed Addleman, will the good times which seem scarce during our school years, but which seem oh so prevalent later.

I, Pam Ware, will my holy socks to the gym teachers who tried to make me buy unholy ones.

I, Alan Varga, will to next year's European history class all of the books I had to read to scrape up a B grade.

 

I, James Kleiner, will not.

I, Lenore Jablonski, will to my friends my quietness to give speeches and debates in class, and to my school I leave my, stuff in the locker to provide Maine West with a year's worth of garbage.

I, Walter Geist, will to all incoming freshmen our delicious food that the cafeteria serves, that is, if they can afford it and stomach it.

I, Peter K. Bogner, will my study habits to all the A‑Honor Roll students so that they learn how to party.

To the School

I, Karen Kurtz, will all my tardies I've had these past four years to Mr. Twohill because he's so serious about homeroom attendance.

I, Carol Langlois, will to Mr. Twohill my oldest pair of homeroom blue jeans.

I, Debbie Michaelsen, will to Mr. Barnes all the misery he inflicted upon me in humanities this year.

I, Cathy Johnson, will to Mr. Vaupel a periscope of his very own with which he can peak around corners when patrolling the practice rooms.

I, Vicki Richardson, will to my friends Mr. Barnes, Miss Pflederer, Mr. Powers, and Miss Nickelson and all the "lovely" note I took when I was in their classes.

I, Sharon Mesker, hereby will to Mr. Stenoien a dustpan and broom, and to Mr. Bergdolt, his elevator key.

I, Theresa Zilliox, will my short dresses to Mr. Mendrella.

I, Roy B. Chapman, will to Mr. D. Schultz all the hassles of getting the morning bulletin on the air and hope he has more success with it next year.

I, Bill Wyatt, will to Mr. Graef the punch in my I.D. card and many thanks.

I, Bob Matson, will to Dr. Short all the snow days I have had off in four years, none.

I, Gary Marx, will everything I've learned in my past four years to John the janitor whose inspiring comments at lunch left my mouth full of rehacked Suzy‑Q's.

I, Gail Ann Barbara Vogel, will to Mr. George Blanas a bottle of prune juice so he can get "the feeling of movement."

I, Marilyn Armbruster, will to Mr. "Gas" Freeman a wave of smiles to eternity's end.

I, Rick Nicolai, will to Ms. Gienko a copy of the July 1970 Tribune showing the first man on the moon.

I, Martha Clement, will my receipe for Mother Martha's Better Butter Cookies to Mr. Barnes, and a new A.V. system to the humanities team.

I, Jeanne Wolf, will to Mr. Randy Johnson all the happiness, love, and understanding that he helped me to find.

I, Stewart M. Seaholm, will to Mr. Frey a dozen senior ditch days on which to schedule tests.

I, Laura Cognac, will all my English papers to Miss Pflederer.

I, Bob Biesiedzinski, will to Mr. H. Martin, another four years of my presence in homeroom.

I, Paula Steffgen, will to Mr. Nugent, a fossil of a mastedon and a wish for the rock fairy to visit him next Christmas.

I, Paul Frost, will 20 golf lessons to Coach Kenny Olson.

I, Jim Kutill, will to Mr. Barnes my "whole host" of U.S. History A.P. and humanities notes and to Senora Malina I will nada, all you deserve.

I, Jody Leer, will a great big breakfast at the Golden Bear to Mr. Jobst for all the Friday mornings he couldn't come with us.

I, Ned Clesceri, will my maalox to Mr. R. Porter.

I, Frank Lux, will to Coach King one goalie's mask to protect himself from onrushing tennis balls.

I, Valerie Gross, will to Mr. Mills my duck feet and goose costume so there can always be a goose backstage during V‑Show.

I, Glen C. Oland, will to Mr. Nugent all the rocks in my head which will probably complete his collection.

I, Eric Swanson, will my biology mortar and pestle to Mr. Rollin Porter, in the hope that he can develop it into a successful atom smasher.

I, Mike Werner, will Mr. Bencriscutto to the Anti‑Cruelty society.

To Teachers

I, Ann Price, will the moldy earphones we use in steno.