Chittenango Central School - Palladium Yearbook (Chittenango, NY)

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 2Co 6. Wrf[ I. Ruth Abell, leave nothing to anyone, I need all I got. I, Shelly Adams, leave my pity to Helen. M.D.20-20. and Penny for having to stay another year. I. Nola Barber, leave my brains and superior intelligence to posterity. I, Patty Barber, leave my “Loss” of athletic ability to Miss Gaske for further use. I. Steve Barnes, leave my shoulder for everyone to cry on. I. Laurie Bishop, leave to anyone who doesn’t know, direc- tions on How to co-ordinate a successful brunch during schooltime. I, Toni Blanding. leave cigarette butts to my little sister. Bub- bles. I, Pattie Borland, leave my class will to anyone who can think of something to say. I, Sue Boston, leave all my happiness and success I’ve had here at C.C.S. to everyone left here in its portals. I,Donna Butler, leave Chittenango to anyone who would be dumb enough to take it. I, Karen Butler, leave any or all of my belongings to who- mever is dumb enough to take them. I, Ben Button, leave all the hamburgers in the lunch line to Mr. B. I, Dawn Cole, leave the halls of CCS to any couple who can have as good a time in them as I did in ’77-’78. I, George Colling, leave my hall monitor job to some crazy person that has nothing better to do than sit and put up with 8 th graders. I, Mary Ellen Constance, leave Mr. Kentch’s cushion to any- one short enough to use it. I. Brenda Cottet. leave the fantastic faculty to anyone who will appreciate them. I. Lori DaPolito, leave Vicki Hartman summer hospital train- ing. Ugh. I. Doreen Daughety, leave all the good times with The Dele- gation to whomever wants to start another one. I, Jim Delaney, leave my size 15 footprints around school. 1, Karen Dines, leave Chittenango High School to anyone who feels like taking it. I, Doug Doan, leave my brain to Mr. Conklin. 1. Robert Doss, leave Robert Hayes my Audio-Visual skills, plus AV paper work, the goodness of being the next senior member. I, Rick Fehrman, leave afternoon BOCES to Mr. Molloy. I, Chris Ferguson, leave Janet Knickerbocker my oreo for future use. I, Kathy Fietz, leave this school. I, Erik Frank, leave the future runners of X-country, all my wisdom gained under the Big O. I, Diane Gerber, leave Patty Hofer all the cute guys in Chitt, ESM, Can, and every other place we’ve been and the memo- ries of the park. I, Jeff Gifford, leave my 11th and 12th grade years to John for as long as he needs them. I, Sabra Graverson, leave Puppy to Jill Whiteley for next year. 1, Madeline Greene, leave my Donald is a Duck” T-shirt to any girl interested in meeting cute guys. I, Karen Gustina, leave behind to whomever wants it, what- ever I’ve got. I, Maribeth Haas, leave all my great memories to my brother. Jim. I. Robin Haas, leave my sister, Lisa, and girlfriend, Patty, my used up notebooks and pens. I, Ed Hale, leave CCS for others to enjoy or dislike. I. Mary Haynes, leave the girl athletes the 1 spot in section- als. I. Judy Hildebrand, leave my locker, D.C. and all the vectors I know, to Lori Vivelo. I, Jeff Hildreth, leave my hair and great sky diving abilities to anyone who wants them. I, Douglas Hirt, leave my position of center halfback on the varsity soccer team to Steve Canal” Sweetapple. I hope he’ll be as successful there as I was. I. Darlene Holden, leave my track sneakers to Miss Jones for somebody else to fill. I, Laurie Holliday, leave my boring study halls to anyone who can hack them. I, Colleen Holt, leave our good times to anyone who has' the energy for them. 64

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MOST LIKELY TO — Julie Raineri, Dick Belair. b. TEACHER’S PETS — Pat Hatch, John Williams. c. MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED — Pat Borland, Steve Barnes.

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I, Doug Hotaling, leave my shorts to future Mr. Gordon stu- dents. I, Pat House, leave the Hill to all those people who love it so much. I, Mary Hutchins, leave Mrs. Hirt my green cow named Gree- nie until he produces enough lime sherbet to satisfy her. 1, Mike Jemola, leave my running ability to anyone who wants to work hard enough to get it. I, Juana Juarez, leave my Spanish accent to . . . I, John Kirsh, leave my brains to whomever wants them. I, Shane LaVancher, leave the seven-man sled to anybody who wants it and my number 60 to anyone who deserves it. I, Mary Lloyd, leave Miss Hodel a basket of frog books. 1, Suzanne Lowe, leave my Head tennis racket to my sister. Gretchen. 1, Joseph G. Luckette, leave all my great running ability to Keith Hamilton. I, Don MacCombie, leave my mansions, investments, and Farrah Fawcett poster to the poor guy who gets the short straw. I, Kim Mann, leave my mathematical ability to Mrs. Hiller. I, Julie Matzell, leave my great ability to make friends to any- one who likes to be lonely. I, Jeff McDonald, leave my chipmunk to Mr. Kirsch or any- one who needs a project next year. I, Lisa Menninger, leave Dwayne and Don Blanding bologna for their sandwiches. I, Lisa Merriam, leave my controlled temper for anyone to use in physics. 1, Dora Merritt, leave the little lockers and lots of friends. I. Richard Miller, leave all my friends and teachers to make new friends and meet new people. I. Jim Merrill, leave my shortness to my little brother. I, Dan Moffat, leave my talent for future football players. I, Joe Moon, leave all my hair to a certain teacher. 1, June Meyers, leave this school forever. I, Deb Oot, leave my big mouth to my cousin, John. I, Carrie Orendorff, leave patience for those who don’t feel the same way as I do. I, Fred Osborne, leave all the future seniors the high school and all the teachers to enjoy as much as I did. I, Kelly O’Toole leave my 27 inch waist to Mr. Berlin. I, Rhett Patchett, leave my car to Jim Wassel. I. Amy Petersen, leave a slow meandering line to Mrs. Ivers. I, Mark Pfohl, leave my Vh credits for my senior year to any- one who can handle it. I, Paula Proulx, leave Mr. Talbot my full head of hair. I, Laurie Rao, leave Carol DeForge my holy stocking. I, Mike Rasmussen, leave the keys to my barn to Derek Knickerbocker. I, Dan Reardon, leave the rest of the students with Mr. Di for his school spirit. I, Marty Roach, leave the golf balls I’ve hit into the ponds at Rogue’s Roost to Joe “King Kong” Karney. I, Steven B. Russell, leave my fake I.D.’s and worn out sneak- ers to Cory Shultz and Derek Knickerbocker. I, Jackie Secord, leave all my memories to Mr. Pren to all the people who will never have them. I, Jeff Seeley, leave my endless wit to Chrissie who has none. I, Bruce Sherman, leave Mr. Berlin and his jokes to the under- classmen. I, Scott Sinnett, leave all the problems of a senior to the jun- iors. I, Donald Snow, leave my ability to fight Buddy Belair. I, Leanne Stedman, leave all the remarks made about my red hair to Tracy Pratt. I, John Streeter, leave my fellow students all the pain and agony of Spanish II. I, Mary Turner, leave my copy of John Toland’s Adolf Hiller to anyone with enough guts to read it. I, Mike Vreeland. leave a lot of good friends and teachers to someone who cares enough to want them. I, John Williams, leave my accent to anyone who wants it. I. Alan White, leave my teachers to the class of ’79 on the con- dition that you take care of them. I, Joyce Zecher, leave my position as student director to any- one who can do ten things at once.