"How's that? You say there's money missing from the Senior class treasury? Hmm! Better start looking for Bev."

Fortunately, the money is in the capable hands of Bev Pawelko, a peppy, bright‑eyed gal who is a familiar sight around Maine West.

Bev has served on Student Council for two years, and class council for three years. She's been active in GAA since her sophomore year, serving as publicity chairman last year. The duties of a senior leader also keep Bev busy.

Through her experience on the Westerner, she qualified for Quill and Scroll. Her literary talents were also used in compiling this year's Westwords, of which she was editor. Despite all her activities, she maintains a "B" average and is a member of the National Honor society.

"I don't understand why everybody asks me what's wrong with certain things at school," Bev replied in answer to a question pertaining to her pet peeve. "I don't mind taking on responsibilities, but I don't see why I should be expected to know the minute details of all school activities."

Bev's popularity with the Senior class may be due to her Christmas open house; the one with the "wall‑to‑wall people." Her pajama parties are also rated as wild experiences. The girls attending one such party went ice‑skating in the middle of the night on the rink of a hostile neighbor. The same neighbor has now installed a swimming pool, and Bev will probably now have some interesting slumber‑splash parties.

On week‑ends, Bev can be found serving food at Howard Johnson's in Norridge; she refers to a trip to a cemetery for flowers for the homecoming queen's throne as her oddest errand for the Senior class. A memory she finds more pleasant was being campaign‑manager for Student Council secretary‑elect, Pat Ritter.

Next fall, Bev plans to attend Carroll college in Waukesha, Wisconsin. A career in teaching or the Peace corps may follow, although owning a dress shop, and marriage, with several children, are also future dreams.

"Help! EEEK! The 'Wolf' is after me!"

"Quick‑in here! You'll b e safe!"

"Oh, thank you so much! 1' thought I'd never escape the 'Wolf'‑he's such a fast runner!"

"That's a rather bright red outfit you have on. What's your name?"

"Whittle Hood Riding Red. I mean, Little Red Hooding Ride. I mean‑forget it. I'm so flustered from that chase. . ."

"Who did you say was chasing' you?"

"The 'Wolf'. Lee is his first name. He's usually too busy to chase me, but I guess he found time between shavings."

"What keeps him so busy?"

"Well, he's Vice‑President of the Senior class for one thing. Lately he's been helping to plan the Prom and other senior events. Hope he catches me in to the Prom! Gee!"

"He really excites you, huh?"

"Yeh, And he's also president of M‑club. Leader of all those luscious boys! Wow!

"You seem a little boy‑crazy yourself. Tell me more about this 'Wolf' character."

"Um‑he's been on Student Council for two years. Last year he was a Maine West representative at Boys' State, and recently he became a new member of the Brotherhood and National Honor societies. Man, like he's cool!"

"But you said he was a fast runner. Where does he. . . ?"

"For goodness sake! Silly! After four years on the track team, he's a star! Gets plenty of extra practice chasing me. Well, I'm rested. Now we can continue our chase."

"But I thought you were trying to get away from him!"

"Heavens no! When Lee Wolf starts chasing, you run only so fast! Bye!"

"Hey! Miss Riding Red Hood! I mean, Miss Hood Reding Ride! I mean‑Hey! You forgot your basket of goodies!"