VOL. XVI, NO. 14

To Students

I, Susan Henderson, will to all the starry‑eyed couples in the hall, teachers like Mr. Gaston Freeman who likes to embarrass them.

I, Thomas Ward, will to Eric Suevel, my harem.

I, Diane Dawidczyk, will my super knowledge of precision motorcycle riding to Ken Bruderle.

I, Phillip M. Brady, will my cowboy hat to Rob Earhart for success at parties.

I, Jeanne Blumer, will Caren Zijewski a car of her own for her sixth period cruises.

I, Kathy Fredona, will to my sister all the luck that I didn't have.

I, Kathy Naruszewicz, will to Ken Musselman my one and only eyelash curler.

I, Laurie Armstrong, will to Scott Searfoss big chunks.

I, Steve Zuccarini, will 10,000 salt tablets to Bubba Smith for an extra week of summer double session football practices.

I, Barb Sherman, will to Dawn Peterson all the extra dues for use next year.

I, Gail Searfoss, will to Anne, LuAnne, Sharon, and Mary all our high times ninth period.

I, John Clark, will to Herb Earhart the "twit of the year" award and all the honors that go with it.

I, Matt Tures, will all the milk shakes I owe to Coach Al Carstens to anyone dumb enough to bet that con artist.

I, Tom Serra, will to Rebecca Maack my zircon encrusted tweezers.

I, Sam DeMaria, will to my friends good luck in life.

I, LuAnn Bebee, will to my brother Bob my extra half credit, because he can use all he can get.

I, Carol Kent, will to Dawn Peterson, Cheryl Romano, and Patti Molitor, my binoculars for football games to get super closeups of Coach Jim Morel.

I, Ellen Vana, will to Jill Heiden all my white booties stained with rosin and every floor‑ex record Mrs. Judy Beck owns.

I, Bob Mackey, will to Mark Laman and Gray Ivaska all the beer left from senior year NONE OF IT.

I, Judy Pepolowski, will to Andy Wild all the tricks of the trade in accounting and my completed Campers Cove.

I, Russ Mandell, will to Todd Salerno my love of religion so he can be as pure a person as me.

I, Timothy Barry, will my beard to some hairless junior.

I, Gray Braun, will to the upcoming Woods IV students all of our sweet rolls first period.

I, Cindy Graczyk, will to the incoming freshman the anticipation of the flashing light in the cafeteria at 10 minutes to eight.

I, Gordon Winn, will to the members of WMTH my fantastic voice.

I, Danette Oswald, will six cases of Alka Seltzer to anyone who has to eat cafeteria food next year.

I, Glenn Miller, will to the next year varsity football team a fun year of pickups and Coach Jim Morel.

I, Michael Ciezki, will all my stolen gym suits to all the freshmen.

I, Randy Van Vleck, will to all the incoming track stars all the worms on the track after it rains.

I, Kathy Evans, will to all the girls in the school the broken hair dryers in the pool locker room.

I, Lynne Sexton, will Jim, Bob, Steve, and Nick the exciting city of Des Plaines and all the (ha, ha) good times it has.

I, Kenneth Kovar, will to the incoming freshman the deck of cards that got me through the endless boredom known as study hall and homeroom.

I, Terry Quinn, will to the students Walt's friendly advise.

I, Gail Gawel, will to all my friends who take AP History with Mr. Dewane Barnes my "vague and nebulous" term papers.

I, Todd Salerno, will to the Pat and Todd couple a knife so they can cut their tongues out.

To the School

I, Ron Houston, will a new paint job for the dome.

I, Roger Herrera, will the school the best of luck in the coming years and the teachers, too.

I, Jill Bellon, will all my absences the last year and a half.

I, Kim Smogolski, will to the school the special, fun club we have out of school.

I, Paul Morton, will my parking space in front of school.

I, Daniel Mudd, will to the school all my old current affairs newspapers, which control two‑thirds of my locker.

I, Jerry Cacciatore, will the "Magical Mystery Tour."

I, Bill Swanson, will to this school the posthumous honor of having to deal with that great person in the dean's office, Mr. Fred Bencriscutto.

I, Ray Rollings, will the entire attendance office staff to the partiers and breakfast eaters of the school.

I, Larry Ledgerwood, will to the school my brothers and sisters, in hopes that they are like I was.

I, Len Herriges, will to Maine West a reasonable administration and school board and some halfway decent rules if possible.

I, Jean Didier, will many warm and wonderful days spent in the halls of Maine West.

I, Beth Robbins, will the hot days in a classroom when you suffocate with the window open and suffer for wearing a dress when your thighs stick to the seat.

I, Jim Coburn, will not my motorcycle.

I, Bob Mandik, will try not to step foot on these grounds and try not to forget the good memories.

I, Terry Towey, will to Maine West the best burn out I can do in C‑wing parking lot.

I, Kris Tosterud, will my leader uniform because it won't be worth anything when I get out, not that it was before.

I, Joe Ciezki, will my black leather jacket to the E‑wing hail of fame.

I, Dianne Carstens, will the third pay phone which will be available at 9:30 as soon as I graduate.

I, Sandy Hafenscher, will my parking lot space.

I, Laurie Peterson, will to the school its heaters which only produce heat during the warm weather.

To Teachers

I, Jim Torotrelli, will Coach Jim Morel my fetal pigskins.

I, Debra Fowler, will to Mrs. Linda Nygaard, Miss Sherry Olson, and Mrs. Verber all the "spaciness" they willed to me over the past four years.

I, John Whipple, will my right hand to Coach Ron Brown, because his is overdeveloped.

I, Holly Melling, will to Mr. Ross Blake, a horse to eat all the "Hey!" he has to offer.

I, Daniel Morava, will to Mr. John Nugent, all my cards, even the four he already had, and all our score sheets we have collected throughout the year in geology.

I, Kris Armstrong, will to Mr. Hadley Bailey my bad temper.

I, Tom McAvoy, will my '67 Ford to my homeroom teacher, for all the times she turned me in.

I, Wally Mateling, will all my delinquent car payments to Mr. Dewane Barnes.

I, Sandy Helminski, will all the sense I have to Ms. Beret Olson, the cooking teacher.

I, Claudia Roncone, will two cases of assorted jams and jellies to Miss Royleen Tipton to sustain her through another season of concession stands.

I, Joe Paul, will my many aches and pains to Coaches Ross Blake, Bill Barringer, and Ron Brown.

I, Helen Goebel, will a jar of prunes to Mr. Tony Soucek.

I, Teresa Gano, will all my 'Doo Ode Oops' and my BCD's to my music teachers Mr. Donald Lord and Mr. Ted Varges.

I, Maureen Kruppa, will to Mr. Ralph Murdy all the mumble‑pegs that will fit in his marketing desk, and maybe some day he will become rich with his ideas before he drives his fifth period class utterly crazy!

I, Jim Kunkel, will a new hot dog pass to Mr. Phil Kardasz and also my bad knee to Coach Erv Geisler and his stupid wrestling.

I, Glory Gallucci, will to Mr. Sid Drain a new freshman homeroom. May they be as apathetic as we were.

I, Linda Bodenbender, will my sister to Mr. Terry Bragiel for more frustrations.

I, Neal Sosdian, will a Gestapo uniform to the 5A hail monitor at C‑wing entrance to the cafeteria.

I, Scott Gray, will to Mr. Verne Brownell a new turtleneck.

I, Loretta Hozian, will to Miss Mae Jean Engen all my intelligence, because without it I wouldn't be writing this now.