VOL. V, NO. 15

We, Barb Sigalove, and Karen Rivard will our lazy fairy leechy nuts, Reds, rats, and Society to Disappreciate Farmers to Mr. Hoffman because he is a master political scientist and has more mileage than any other history teacher.

I, Jerry Mueller, will Rick Schulz my hoard of Prescription Bottle and labels filled with colored water.

I, Jim Hyerdall, will my seat in Biology II to anyone who wishes two periods of accelerated sleep.

I, Tom Klemczak, will my alarm clock (set for 6 a.m.) to any future senior boy who'll be attending those parties given by the junior girls!

I, John Anderson, will my abilities to become mortal enemies with any teacher no matter how nice, to the junior with the same name.

I, Marilyn Davidowicz, will my book of pronunciations to Jackie Means, because she can't pronounce either of my names.

I, Lee Johnson, will my comb to the Maine West A‑wing washroom, since everyone who goes in there uses it.

I, Dick Jensen, will my torn, beat up, smelly plastic sweat suit to John Krumpus, he'll need it when he tries to make 95 next year.

I, Dave Sebastian, will all my financial debts to Terry Selke, who was dummy enough to lend me the money in the first place.

I, Bob Dierks, will my shirt collections to Dan Barry because he is willing to continue my tradition to brighten up Maine West.

We, Les Jannusch, Don Jerome, and John Gauger, will Erv Geisler the answers to our chem tests because he'll probably repeat the course next year.

I, Craig Ehlen, will my permanent seat on the Maine West bench (complete with foam cushion) to Mr. Gaston Freeman, so that he can quit pacing the court and relax his ulcers during basketball games.

I, Dave "knots" Aegerter, will my hairy legs to Stony "strings" Jackson because his are hairless.

I, Ken Romin, will unselfishly my most prize possession, my bass clef, pedal tone, custom made, marching French horn mouthpiece (later being replaced by a Flugal horn), to future personnel of the section in order to uphold the high standards developed by members of the past (who cares about high notes?).

I, Sally Peters, will my study guide booklet to all the incoming freshmen, Amen.

I, Karen Struebing, will my buttonless leader shorts to Karen Gabbert in hopes that her sewing abilities are better than mine, and to the captain of next year's Pom‑Pom Squad, I will the Maine West Pep Board.

I, Dean Decker, will all my misconduct reports to anyone who has not had the thrill of ever receiving any.

I, Terri Doremus, will "my war" with Mr. Kirkpatrick to anyone who is brave enough to fight back.

I, Judy Nixon, will Jim Thoma all my fountain pens for the long letters he has to write next year.

I, Joe Wehlacz, will my size 16 gym shoes to the smallest freshman for a place to hide next year.

I, Chuck Wente, being of sound mind, but possessing a somewhat shakey condition, hereby will the entire percussion ensemble to anyone holding 15 pounds of cotton.

We, Kathie Standley and Alice Utter, will the contents of our locker to anyone who has not had the joy of sharing a locker.

I, Kathy Kurtz, will my trusty old chewed up pen to Terry Prochaska, since we're both Bohemian.

I, Jane Pressl, will Miss Thompson's sixth period gym class to anyone owning 20,000 (preferably more) shares of stock in U.S. Keds.

I, Tim Redmer, will my crystal ball used in weather forecasting to Mr. Jobst who needs it more than I do, and my record of 140 errors on a term paper and 125 errors on a theme to any student taking English IVW from Miss Basenbach next year in hopes that they will break this.

I, Tom Gillespie, will Maureen Doherty to the society for the prevention of cruelty to animals.

I, Dennis Gundling, do hereby will my unused telephone and address book to Charlie Curran; he may need it.

I, Carol Frankell, will to Mr. Drain a date for every member of the Gymnastics team next year.

I, Bill Fernow, will all my "read more, '64" tags to Clyde Rowells, in hopes of better literary achievements in the future.

I, Jill DuClos, will my cracking high C and "dear, dear Johnny" to Gayle Deckworth for A capella next year.

I, Sharon Glower, will all my stocking runs to JoAnne Currer and Jane Dettman since they nicknamed me Runnie.

I, Peg Johnson, will my exceptionally good health and a new deck of cards to Dawn Piotter and Sue Kocon.

I, Randi Johnson, will my mask to anyone who'd like to be Diane DeFranco's "sis" next year.

I, Bonnie Gastorf, will my freckles to anyone since everyone thinks they're so cute except me.

I, Tom Jacobs, will the approximate 205 locks that I lost through the years to James Henry so that he can lock himself in his room.

I, Keith Johnson, will two Goldwater placards to the disposal of Mr. Martin.

I, Wayne Johnson, will 2,000 Nixon‑Lodge bumper stickers to Mr. Marshall because he has only two lapel pins.

I, Warren Michelsen, will my little black book to anyone who can find some names to put in it.

I, Bob Specht, will my nickname of "Hercules" and my ability to handstands on bleachers to John Kennet.

I, Bob Tatge, will my track shoes and other tiger‑trapping equipment to Wayne Wysoglad hoping he'll be as successful as I was.

I, Sue Conn, will my midnight oil (yawn) to Mary Wilson.

I, Virginia Morrison, will my senior leader whistle to my second period freshman gym class so that they can go blow their brains out.

I, Fred Carlson, will my eighth grade wardrobe to Carl Groh in hopes that he may grow enough to use it.

I, Sharon Geach, will Dean Fricano a strawberry tree and a juicy fruit tree to plant in memory of me.

I, Jackie Piraino, will my debate notecards to Dawn Piotter, since she's the only one who can read them.

I, Val (Runt) Enggas, hereby will my step‑ladder, elevator shoes, stretch sox, stretching exercises, and all my fruitless attempts to attain a decent height (plus my optimism) to Sandy Kunkel in hopes that they may work for someone.

I, Arline Boyer, will to Linda Waters all my memoirs from Aquiana, including one white bottlecap style tank cap and one set of flashing body lights, to enrich her future swimming days.

I, Pam Hockett, will my parking sticker to anyone who is too cheap to buy one.

We, Linda Mahan, Donna Lindboe, Anita Steinert, Neshian Keshian, Bob Steinbrink, Todd Riddell, and Wayne Markworth, will our senior membership in the Grape Society to Mar and Dan DeGrazio and Jim Armbruster, who will just have to get used to having purple feet.

I, Diane Clarke, will my zeros in chemistry lab to Paula Clayton so she won't have to work as hard to get them as I did.

I, Jimo Kuhrt, will Miss Basenbach to all the upcoming seniors because she will give them a well‑rounded English education.

I, Ervin Geisler, will my weighing scale adjuster to any of next year's varsity wrestlers.

I, Rose Ramer, will my rugged Yale sweatshirt and my stereo recording of the "Men of Ohio" to Mr. Layton.

I, Rose Ramer, will my rug­ wrestling mats to any girl who can stand the smell as I did.

I, Mary Ann Gembicki, will my dark glasses and "U.S. History Made Simple" book to Philip Engle (for Rebuttal and U.S. History II).

I, Joy Rasmussen, will my shopcoat to any girl brave enough to wear eight pounds of grease.