"People that act like somebody they aren't" is the pet peeve of Mr. William E. Lyons, a new intern counselor at Maine West. Blond, blue‑eyed, and 5'9" tall, Mr. Lyons is working on a one‑year program affiliated with Northern Illinois University.

He feels that his profession is important because it helps to improve the over‑all school program and has certain aspects to it which are valuable.

Mr. Lyons thinks that the best feature at Maine is the professionalism of the faculty. He enjoys the food and the school's atmosphere. Concerning students, he commented, "They seem to be a lively group. Most of them are friendly and courteous."

When asked about any improvements he would like to make, Mr. Lyons suggested, "I feel that it would be nice if Maine could have a fieldhouse in addition to more classroom facilities.''

Mr. Lyons is married and has no children. In his spare time, he participates in athletics, listens to semi-classical music, and reads.

During the past summer Mr. Lyons worked in the summer orientation program for incoming freshmen at Northern Illinois.

His advice to students is "Listen to your elders because they've been through it before."

"Each student should reflect on what his mental and physical abilities are and then, keeping this in mind, try to do his best," stated Mrs. Charlotte Riddle, language teacher.

Mrs. Riddle is an attractive 5'6", light brown‑haired addition to the Maine West faculty. Before coming here she taught at a high school in Minneapolis. Here at Maine she teaches French I, French II, and French II accelerated, and co‑sponsors French Club.

Mrs. Riddle started school in a small Bavarian town. She came to the United States and attended a small high school in Minneapolis. Mrs. Riddle attended St. Olaf College, the University of Minnesota, the University of Berlin, and the University of Paris.

Shortly after the Riddles moved here, Mrs. Riddle experienced one of the several funny incidents in her life. She and her husband attended services at one of the larger churches in Chicago. They arrived late, and one of the ushers, mistaking them for a baby's parents, hurried over to them and pinned carnations on them. They were led toward the front of the church. By the time they realized they were being led to the baptismal font, it was too late to protest. They said the vows for the baby, and everything was straightened out after the service.