I, Paul Ericson, hereby will Gaston Freeman to the junior class because no one in the senior class wants him.

I, Robert Gates, hereby will Mr. Clouser (dean) to my brother Tom Gates

I, Jack Whetstone, hereby will my band chair, baritone, and band uniform to any underclassman who needs a band chair, baritone, and band uniform.

I, Jan Anderson, hereby leave one two‑year‑old, slightly dirty, blood stained, very hard to run, and fun‑filled tackle position to Volker Ingle.

I, Donald Karolewicz, hereby will my parking lot space to Ronald Woods. He doesn't know how to park in the space he has now.

I, Tom Oas, hereby will a nine‑month supply of No‑Doze to future English IV‑E students.

I, John Morse, hereby will Physics class and all its glory to Linda Cordts because of her extraordinary brain power and the way she assiduously applies herself to her homework.

I, Diane Ehrlich, hereby will my standing‑room‑only at the store and all my class notes so that they may graduate this coming year to Nicky, Gus, and Larry.

I, Jim Kohler, hereby will one red kerosene lantern and a pack of matches to Kathy Leubke because she's still in the dark about some things.

I, Sandy Unfer, hereby will my World Lit book, grammar book, dictionary, and three‑ring notebook (as directed by Miss Basenbach) to any junior "hoping" to pass the course.

I, Barbara Krause, hereby will my talent for wandering in the halls during Westerner to anyone on next year's staff sly enough to avoid Mr. Henry.

I, Sandra Peterson, hereby will my ability to get speeding tickets to Linda Carlson because Mt. Prospect needs the money.

I, James Weideman, hereby will my used address book (in case of emergency) to Bill Salzman.

I, George Wrick, hereby will my superior intelligence and good looks to Dennis Gundling who needs anything he can get.

I, Marilyn Probst, hereby will, our side window and a telescope to Jacquie Berndt.

I, George Fox, hereby will my 15 progress reports to Tom Golembiewski so that he may follow in a genius' footsteps.

I, Janie Jacobs, hereby will my blush to Rick DeKreek (and also my electric shaver!).

I, Wayne Pearson, hereby will my slightly used Mennen Spray Deodorant to the swingin' T‑Bone section of 1963 concert band.

I, Kay Hendrickson, hereby will my ability to have two lunch periods a day for one semester and without getting caught to Mary Schure, '65 because she seems crazy enough to do it.

I, John Bernaro, hereby will an aqualung to Allen "Muddy" Waters so he'll be able to breath on dates.

I, Pat Jordan, hereby will my old clarinet reeds to Bill Dryden in return for borrowing his size 14 shoes for the band pictures.

I, Dan Hansen, hereby will my lopsided earguards and green wrestling trunks to Ken Lamott so that his next year in wrestling may be his best, as this was for me.

I, Keith Zolla, hereby will my remaining supply of Metracal to the junior wrestlers so they can make weight without any trouble next year.

I, Susan Johnson, hereby will all my lunchroom silverware and china in my locker to Sue Reid for her school hope chest.

I, Jack Williams, hereby will really be embarrassed if I don't graduate.

I, Jerry Mesenbrink, hereby will my "Green Bean" to Rog Halverson, writer of the article in the Westerner.

I, Chuck Weil, hereby will my football with handles to Ed Schwenke or Al Waters, and my ability to jump the starting gun to Leroy Schlegal.

I, Connie Carlson, hereby will my yo‑yo to any underclassmen who have nothing better to do in study hail in hopes that they won't get as tangled up in it as I did.

We, Diane Voltz and Sharon Fogelquist, hereby will Exodus and our swim fins from the water show to Cindy Schorr and Ginger Knudsen.

I, Thomas Wilke, hereby will several thousand rubberbands and a book of birdcalls to anyone having Mr. Cross next year.

I, Judy Kassnel, hereby will my ability to digest my foot to underclassmen who can't keep their mouths shut.

I, Linda Sobb, hereby will my brain to the science department. Maybe they can do more with it than I could.

I, John White, hereby will my monogerms to Jean Mitran.

I, Les Coval, hereby will my sympathy to the future Mrs. Meute.

I, Jim Gross, hereby will absolutely nothing because I'm stingy.

I, Nancy Shields, hereby will my discarded list of adjectives and worn‑down eraser to next year's Legend staff to make it easier to eliminate the words they can't use in the copy.

I, Craig Seitz, hereby will 25 pounds of rotten balsa wood to Brian Dole so he'll have the reeds he needs to maintain his unique bassoon intonation.

I, Doug Rajski, hereby will my Playboy magazines to Ed Schultze and hope he will cherish them as I do.

I, Barb Larsen, hereby will all Maine West sweatshirts to anyone who can sell them.

I, Dave MacDonald, hereby will my briefcase (weight 30 lbs.) and sportcoat to Chris Baldo '63 so that he may lift knowledge rather than empty dumbells and show off his muscles as they should be shown‑in a sportcoat.

I, Ray Leonardson, hereby will an extra lemon to Gene Ciezadlo for the extra week of football practice next year.

I, Marcia Relph, hereby will the leak in C‑wing to all the drips in C‑wing.

I, Gayle Bauman, hereby will the organized confusion, the worry, the fun, and thrill of first night to next year's V‑show art director.

I, John Armbruster, hereby will one pair of red boots and a health book to anyone that wants them because the owner has risen into the upper echelons of society and refuses to lower herself enough to pick them up.

I, Sue Pyron, hereby will all my remaining pens and pencils to Al Koch.

I, Mimi Foss, hereby will the same golden headress and song that Sue Frasier willed to me, to Pat Callaghan so that next year she can be the queen of the pom‑pom squad.