VOL. XVII, NO. 14

I, Pat Magnone, will to all seniors next year my perfect record of being out of the deans' office for one year.

I, Laurie Kummer, will to Irene Nebgen all my blank hall passes.

I, Sandi Gureter, will the only senior homeroom stuck at the end of D‑wing for three years. I will the wind, snow, and colds I got from walking through the bus concourse.

I, Tina Voelker, will to next year's Student Council officers, a full carton of aspirin to help them get rid of the headaches they're going to have.

I, Michael Laughlin, will to Mark Lysek the Maine West football, basketball, baseball teams, all the equipment, and a bottle of ulcer pills, because you're going to need it for the other two.

I, Lisa Nelson, will all the chemistry experiments my partner and I messed up to all future chemistry students.

I, Kristie Brogmus, will to the Ski Club officers Mr. Soucek's jokes and a picture of Mr. Ambrose.

I, Tony Ayala, will to the students at my lunch table the skill to open a milk carton.

I, John Paloian, will to all incoming senior varsity football players one more "goood God almighty" from the king.

I, Jennifer Bruns, will to next year's volleyball team my extra pair of kneepads and shoes and white underwear to go with the uniform's white shorts.

I, Lynn Wolf, will to my brother Bruce, all the fun and excitement that I never seemed to be without.

I, Barbara Breider, will the fencing team metal suits of armor for fencing those vicious boys from MS. N.D., G.S., etc. . .

I, Steve Schmidt, will to next year's students my ability for getting up in the morning and being on time.

I, Cheryl Lange, will to all the Freshmen, Sophomores, and Juniors all the hot days that come in May and June.

I, Larry Frank, will a full truckload of Heinekens to Wally Wrona.

I, Sharon Arthur, will to Rich Arthur my first and second period PAR.

I, Bob Smith, will to Dave Cavasos the York barbells.

I, Mary Suda, will to all girls, my great art of getting caught smoking and getting out of it.

I, Cindy Nolan, will my morning's ration of hot tea to any student in Mr. Bailey's math class, in the hopes that it might keep them awake.

I, Dave Beedy, being of sadistic mind and body, will my mouthful of braces to all incoming trumpet playing freshmen.

I, Janet Zoellick, will to my friends better luck than I had.

I, Jane Wyatt, will to the next captain of the Pom Pon Squad patience, endurance, and a batch of chocolate chip squares.

I, Janet Teevans, will all my good old "Dear Abby" advice to my friend in need of it. "Daisy."

I, Sue Szilagyi, will to my friends the entire contents of my locker; the latest issue of Playgirl magazine, 400 pages of Mr. Barnes' copious and comprehensive notes, and a bottle of Southern Comfort for finals.

I, Diane Romin, will to my sister, Sharon, and Kathy Huffaker, all the pretty skies in Illinois (if you can find any).

I, Ron Bahr, will to Steve Arrigo the books, How to Choose the Right Car and Fixing Up Your Junk.

I, Charles Gassman, will my math book to any new senior math class having Mr. Frey since it has been opened only on Sundays to blow off the dust between the pages.

I, Betsy Forkins, will to all future European History AP students a copy of the book The Ironies of History by Mr. Powers. I also will 6:30 am. donuts and dramatic duet interpretation to Megan Peterson and Steve Pelinski.

I, Mark Ericksen, will to all the poor seniors next year my math teacher, Mr. Frey, whom I have endured for three years.

I, Cindy Burgstrom, will to next year's bicycling class the fun of dragging their bikes up and down E‑wing's two flights of stairs.

I, Kathy Murray, will to my brother my biology and chemistry notebooks so he can have it as easy as I did and "Dino" his one cloud to walk around on.