If you have seen a five-foot-six-inch senior girl with an unusual hair color - which could be called anything from champagne beige to dishwater blonde-in the Legend room trying to match senior pictures with senior information sheets this is Marilyn Retzlaff.

Marilyn qualified for Quill and Scroll through her three year's experience on the Legend staff. As a sophomore, she was an assistant, in her junior year, faculty editor, and in her senior year, senior editor. She has also served four years in French club, secretary her junior year, and has participated in V‑show her freshman year. Marilyn has been on the "B" honor roll for three years.

In reply to a question pertaining to her pet peeve, Marilyn remarked, "People who criticize things they are not well‑acquainted with Her favorite foods are steak, barbequed ribs, ham, and lemon meringue pie. English is her favorite subject, and her favorite saying is "How 'bout that!"

Marilyn related this humorous anecdote as her most em-. barrassing moment: "While taking my driving test, the instructor told me to make two stops - a good one and an emergency stop. He told me to go ahead, and after driving a few feet, I jammed on the brakes for the emergency stop. As he got up off the floor, he said calmly, "Not yet." Despite this minor mishap, Marilyn passed the test.

On Saturday, from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., 'Mar' can be found at the Dolphin Beauty salon washing hair. Since washing doesn't take much concentration, she may be thinking about her life‑long dream‑a trip around the world.

Plans for the future include an education at the University of Illinois. Marilyn intends to major in psychology for a career in couseling. She decided on the University of Illinois after attending a press convention held there in September for high school yearbook and newspaper staff members.

"I'm goin' away for to stay a little while, for I'm comin' back if I go 10,000 miles."

"Golly, I wonder who that brown‑haired, blue‑eyed character strumming a banjo and singing is. . . "Oh, who will tie my shoes? Bing‑Now see what happened, my banjo string broke."

"You certainly can play well. Ah, what's your name?"

"Well, man, my name is Scott Ross."

"Do you mind if I interview you for the Westerner? You seem interesting, and I'm sure you'd like the publicity.'

"Like, what would you want to know?'

"I take it you like to play that guitar."

"It's not a guitar, it's a banjo. Although both are m y favorite pastimes, along with music, sleep, and science fiction."

"What year are you?"

"Like, a senior!'

"Well, could you talk about yourself?"

"Sure, I guess, if I get the hankerin'. I'm hep in senior class council, the Westwords staff, I'm a cartoonist for the Westerner every long moon, and a part‑time cafeteria monitor. I manage to make the honor roll off and on."

"How tall are you anyway? That banjo seems to weigh you down."

"I am six feet with my shoes on, and I weigh 140 pounds. You're getting a little personal here. Ugh!! There goes another "greaser!"

"Greaser? What do you mean?"

"I like hate make‑up and ratted hair on girls. Man, I'd like to see what they really look like. It really peeves me!"

"That's some sweatshirt you have on."

"Yeah, I dig dirty, faded, ripped sweatshirts. They're the most! I also collect open houses for a kick. I'm gettin' mighty mighty hungry. Would you care to have my favorite, a cheeseburger, with me?"

"Ah, no thanks. Please, just answer a few more questions. Do you work?"

"As little as possible."

"What are your future plans, Scott?"

"Oh, I like want to be a commercial artist. I'm planning to attend Drake college in Des Moines, Iowa, majoring in commercial art, of course."

"What's the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?"

"O-ho. Well, I had a date with a gal one night. She gave me her address, and when I drove to where her house was supposed to be, it wasn't. I cruised around for 20 minutes and gave up. Then I called her and said, "Like, gal, where am I and where are you?"

Well, thanks, Scott!" He walked off mumbling something about robots, our living space, planets, and food consumption.