VOL. XIX, NO. 13

I, Bill Fagan, will my senior leader shirt and my old gym socks to Dave Henderson because he always bugs me about it.

I, Karen Benson, will to Andy Provenzano, Andy Nyberg, Joe Debelaire, and their decorating committee, 24 rolls of toilet paper left in my yard, trees, and porch with the promise that myself and seven others will return all 24 rolls this summer.

I, Cathy Carstens, will to the girls' softball team all the signals Ms. Kenyon gives, if you can catch them!

I, Bob Wood, do hereby will my 12 cases of Anacin to Miss Mularkey's next year's Math IV class, for all the headaches they'll get.

I, Joanna Gutowski, will my ability to stay sober to Bill, Dan, Dave, Karen, Mickey, and Sue, to be used at our next "wild and crazy" party.

I, David Cavazos, will to all wrestlers, Coach Erv Geisler.

I, Claudia Beedy, will to Sue Berner a key to the darkroom - whether it's the one in R-210 or in psychology.

I, John Erickson, will to all math students Mr. Keane's brilliant stories.

I, Janet Neetz, will to all the fortunate people who have Miss Nickelson for English next year, all my aspirin, Alka‑Seltzer, and burnt up English books.

I, Tim Monahan, will to all future track members, my ability to run the anchor leg of the mile relay.

I, Sue Zuccarini, will to my fellow bench warmers, two seat cushions for those awful splinters.

I, Karl Henk, will an Ayd's reducing plan on losing your beer belly to Marty Oehlerking.

I, Mike O'Connor, will anyone stupid enough to take it, Miss Nickelson's English IVW class.

I, Bill Hanselman, will Joanna Gutowski all the fun that Sue and I have, that she doubts exists.

I, Sue Van Scoyoc, will to Tami Mickelsen my curling iron, my disco duds, and my boss.

I, Julie Carver, will to Judy and Vac all my extra Mr. Bill materials.

I, Steve Sinclair, will to all my friends all the empty beer cans that were consumed in the past four years.

I, Maureen Mukai, will to the 1978-79 gymnastics team, all the aches, bruises, and "triumphs" of being a gymnast.

I, Laurie Thomas, will to Dawn Lorenzo, my old gym suit so she doesn't have to pick through the scuzzy ones in the teacher's office.

I, Kevin Busch, will to my friends the job of leading jumping jacks with Coach Olson.

I, Kim Garcia, will all my headaches and the pressures to the next editor of the Legend.

I, Chet Phillips, will to all the underclassman those fierce security guards who are all trained in hand‑tohand combat.

I, Steve Visteen, will all of my Coach Olson swimming scholarships to next year's senior males.

I, Annette Arnold, will to all prospective shortstops, the mongol filled fields of C‑wing.

I, Nancy Sarlo, will to the Class of '81 all the spirit that the Class of '78 had.

I, Irene Weingartner, will to incoming freshman, my position on the varsity basketball team, so they can have a good time looking at Mr. Jannusch's legs.

I, Jim Zaborowski, will to the Class of '79 English IVW classes of Miss Nickelson all the uneaten popcorn and all the heartaches and pains of writing themes.

I, Beth Melton, will to Tori my 50 eggs that I was supposed to eat on her diet plan.

I, Craig Heiss, will to Nancy Kennedy all my dollar bills so she can get in Barnaby's every Friday night.

I, Jenny Johnson, will to all future Biology AP'ers the insensitivity to keep seated with every "Wake Up!" of Mr. Swearingen.

I, Jill Peckenpaugh, will to all future English IVW students my great ability to argue with Miss Basenbach and defend my fellow classmates.

I, Todd Schludt, will to Mr. Drain all my broken trampoline springs and all the straws the team used to draw to see who would spot me.

I, Carrie Konz, will my ruined, muddy shoes to Mr. Nugent as a souvenir of the great times in geology.

I, Dave Miller, will all my playing time to all of the coaches I've had. Sorry‑it wasn't much!

I, Kathy Hayes, will to Mr. Drollinger my Freeman's Angel T‑shirt so he can wear it to every basketball game.

I, Wayne Wywialowski, will to Mrs. Reed a copy of my book "How To Cheat in Accounting II and Not Get Caught."

I, Steve Fang, will to the teachers and Mr. Jurinek in particular, the Fang Chain Gang, three brothers, and one sister. Good luck.

I, Debbie DeMuth, will my orange superball, my earring sunglasses, and my Archie and Jughead comic books to my teachers since they seemed to want them every time they took them away.

I, Marty Oehlerking, will to Mr. Murdy and Bob Aslan a dollar's worth of dimes for all the times he's called first period to wake me up.

I, John Karabas, will to Mr. Silkowski all my English papers with no grades on them.

I, Stacey Walgreen, will to Mr. Varges my $1.68 gold‑plated chopsticks and an economy sized first‑aid kit to next year's Concert Choir.

I, Carola Weiss, will my disco gym socks to Mr. Atkinson.

I, Stephen Wenk, will my one day suspension for insubordination to Mr. May.

I, Sue Miske, will all my risqueness to Mr. Borowski.

I, Bonnie McGee, will to Miss Basenbach all my F‑rewrites I got on my themes and poems.

I, Donald Knowles, will to Mr. Barnes my collection of woodwind French horns.

I, Susan Thompson, will my ability to add.

I, Ken Bunce, will Mr. Lord a roll of tape and scissors as a more effective replacement of his black mark system.

I, Cathy Plueger, will to Mr. Buckingham all my complete sentences.

I, Kim Wilcox, will to Mr. Wood a book of directions on the Heimlich method so he will be able to save lives of those who choke on roll‑on lip gloss balls.

I, JoAnn Mathis, will to the school the frustration of getting from the end of E‑wing to the end of B‑wing before the bell.

I, Kathy Kennedy, will to the school a new set of dishes to replace the old ones that were mistakeably thrown in the garbage.

I, Craig Field, will to Maine West my history notes.

I, Arvid Grinbergs, will to my school a greater approach to specific vocations and a stricter approach to academics.

I, Maribeth Kisslinger, will to Maine West my name on a plaque for high honors.

I, Dave Henderson, will to the Maine West statue my pair of gym shorts so he fits within the censorship laws.

I, Felicia Pocius, will to this school, all the Mr. Hoag tee‑shirts that didn't sell sophomore year.

I, Dennis Ostrowski, will the school a new outdoor track.

I, Karen Stocco, will to Maine West, more security guards, barbed wires for all the fences, electrified fences, and guard dogs to maintain the security at school.

I, Erica Rems, will to Maine West all my overdue library books.

I, Dave Johnson, will to the school the return of the dress code only after June 14, 1978.

I, Ami Nyberg, will one excellent, deviant prank to Maine Township High School West (to carry on the Nyberg's tradition).