Edwardsville High School - Tiger Yearbook (Edwardsville, IL)

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CASSANDRA TINA R. HERB HERMANN ROBERT B. HESS JAY A. HESSE BEST STRUT DESIREE CHAFFEE AND JAY HESSE ” YOLANDA HOGAN MONA M. HOLT KIMBERLY HORMELL

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MARK KEVIN J. HANGSLEBEN HANKE ELMER W. D HANSEL ENEEN HANSEN JOLI A. HARRIS ” £ STEPHANIE HARRIS DEBRA DONALD HAUSCHILD HEMPHILL GARY HENDERSON MIKE MARC A. HENRY HENGEHOLD

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I, Samantha Paolucci leave the longest Senior year ever to my brother, Aaron, and thanks to Marc for making Chem-Physics bearable. To the next wrestling fan club, the greatest memories from Sam, Kris, Ellen, and Jen nifer. To Terri and all fellow skippers, the great times, and thanks to Trish for the “Wire and Dove” memories. Finally, to all future Yearbook Editors, all the headaches and missed dead lines, and to the Party Mongrels, the best summer of °85! I, Stacey Lynn, leave my dirty P.E. clothes to Jean L. To Cheryl, I leave a spelling dictio nary, and to Lori, I leave the memories. To my sister, Amy, | leave the good times to come. and to David G., I leave the sum mer. To Sam McClelland, I leave my psych grade, and to Toph, | leave my love and a razor. David Meinzen’s Last Will and Testament: Fair Thee Well, Hia watha! I, Gary Garbe, leave to FR-OT the memories of Gumby and “Pokie”, to the Sc haefer Broth- ers, a merry x-mas from Madison County at the sandpit. To all iron bridge rockers in the future, the state police, to “Slick,” I leave my tow chain and tractor in hopes he’ll stay out of fields. I, Gary Guillory, leave Rock Review to Radical Ronnie Thorp, my space in Art Seminar to any wild art student that likes the off side of life, my locker to my little brother who one day might be as Radical, Wild, Crazy, Loud, and Totally off-the-wall as I am. I, Misty Munro, will all the fun times of high school to the un- derclassmen. To Jill Piefer, I will all the friendship and love that I am able to give her, (Sorry, Jill, the car is mine!) I will to the new pom-pon squad all the luck in the world. I, Yolanda Hogan, leave all my athletic ability to Janet Cook, my brains to my little brother. I also leave my conduct grades to my brother and my ability to go to class when I’m supposed to. I leave Kim Jordan all my great luck. I, Kristin Barton, leave to Kara B. all of the great times I had at E.H.S. To E., R., S., and R., I leave all of the trips to the W.P. To Sherri and Jodi, I leave my flag skills, and to the flag corps and Mr. D., I wish all the luck in the world. To the rest of the class of ’85, I wish good luck in whatever they do. I, Kristi Schwab, leave to the underclassmen all the fun and joy that high school brings. To Lynne and Stein, I leave all the bashing times. Remember, PAR- TY TIME! I, Rita Flor, would like to leave everything to Sue Sawler for be- ing such a good friend. I know we had our bad times, but you have to admit we had our good times, too. Have fun your senior year, 26 SENIOR WILLS and stay out of trouble. Take care of my little sister; she was yours once I, Peggy Davidson, being of sil ly mind and short body, do leave Cristi S., the frogs and owls, Ka tie D., the space H’s and 3 more years, Angie S., my entire bar rette collection, Juleigh, an extra pair of tennis shoes, Lisa L., my music collection, and to Richard lr. and Bob M., I leave my par ties I, Pam Grimes, leave my good friends, Dawn Werner and Sprout Hintz, all the fun and Ss Uley lave av E.H.S. Do not forget all those we had. I know I won't. I leave my thanks to Mr. Salovich and Mr. Louer for putting up with me in 0.0. and Accounting. I, Sharon Whitaker, do hereby leave to my younger brother a few very fond memories of many parties and other partying times. Remember to have a great time these four years. They were great for me, and hopefully they will be great for you, too. I, Carol Crabtree, leave to my brother, Richard, 2 more years of fun. To my sister, Brenda, I leave my locker in the most crowded corner of the building. I leave to Ann Raffaelle Muttley Dogvie Bisucits, to Lynda and Kory, empty bottles of Asti without ’ Stacey, I leave a McDonalds, so she doesn’t have to eat Arf -n Barf I, Scott Skief, in sound mind? and body, do leave a bad case of Senioritis to all of next year’s seniors. Start an epidemic! To a poor, incoming freshman, I leave a vacant locker, and to all left, great memories in the halls and classes of E.H.S. God bless you all. I, Ron Smith, being of sound mind and body, do hereby leave Gary Reller all those Wood River women. I, Peggy Skaggs, leave my re- maining credits (if any) to Curt West. To Sherry Adams, I leave the best of luck. I, Tim Flamer, do hereby will my running shoes and good looks to Thad Summers. I leave my soccer skills to Tim Norton and Thad Vuagniaux, which they both could use! To my brother, Johnny, I leave all the terrific basketball games. To D.., all my love. I, Ann Minner, do leave to Ni- cole Hess all the fantastic memo- ries, plane tickets to North Caro- glasses. To OITOr lot of love. Chris gets my Con- sumer Ed project, and Pat H. can have my Trig book. To the teach- ers, a big thanks for your time, concern, and help. I, Chris Lammert, leave the following: Tom Pile a double burst, the captain vacancy to “Hipcheck,” a simple nail to Dana, Reller-SIKE, and Bettorf my part fungus. To Allison, my album collection for her excel- lent taste in music, my beer can Jamie S., my math intelligence to Kyro, and a shot at the championship to Nillson and team I, Kristi Kline, leave Ann Ne! son and Stephanie Ruyle a great senior year in volleyball, to Val collection to Koelker, I leave a new purse so she won’t have to cut up her old jeans anymore. To Mr. Louer, | leave a permanent room at the Hamel Hilton so maybe he’ll stop joanin’, and I also leave him a pack of gum. To Stacy Boeker, I leave all the memories of the past and all the good times to all my green pens, a fantastic senior year, and all my love! 1, Anne Chen, leave to Jennifer and David my condolences, and the hope that those who deserve will receive eventually. To Melanie and Patty, I leave a bulldozer. Finally, to the stu- dents and teachers of E.H.S., I leave my gratitude and all the best wishes for the future. I, Jenny Boedeker, leave to isa Levy my jogging shoes and t alcony of the gym. To Sarah Beard, I leave luck for her senior year, and to the whole class of 86, I leave the fun times that come with being a senior. Good Luck! I, Terri Mac, Do leave to the “Party Mongrels” all the memo- ries of the wild 'n crazy times. To Neener, I leave Bruce and the obnoxious list engraved in gold letters. To Mr. Detoye, I leave a new shipment of freshmen and another Art Seminar class who throws clay against the walls. Fi- nally, to Sam, Ellen, Kris, and Deneen, my love and thanks for a great senior year. I, George Turner, leave my drumming talents to Jerry Holt and the other drummers, my carefree outlook on life to Jenni- fer Chen, my dietary habits to everyone who’s fat (and Kris- tiane, too), my car to anyone who'll take it. I leave my good wishes to all my friends and love and respect to (most of) my sa Schmidt, will to Lynne and Stein all the great times of senior year. To Mrs. Gregor, I leave the memories of the two great years in her class. To every- one else I leave the bashing memories of E.H.S., Remember- PARTY TIME! ‘o the Freshmen, I bequesth three progressively more enjoy- ” NOT) at a So) os welcome you to the ranks of the upperclassmen. To the Juniors, the new ruling class, I salute you. To the Seniors and Faculty, I thank you for the best years of my life. Phillip Metzger My four years here at E.H.S. have been the best. I’ve shared some good times and bad. To my friends I leave the memories. Girls, we’ve had some times. You will always have a special place in my heart. Your true friend, Chelsea Johnson I, Jeffrey Scott Hyten, being of sound mind, wordly possessions to P.J. to help him pay back what he owes me, my good times to Tom, Toph, Her aldo, Kip, and Hawkeye, and the rest of my existence to a poor, sweet, innocent, little girl named Sue. I, Maria Moehle, dedicate ev ery party, dance, and day of my life to my sister, Rosanne, who will never have the chance. Ev ery day I walk, I will think of her. We are all lucky to have the things we have. I wish everyone to go on with their own lives and achieve their highest goal. I, Kay Wisnasky, will to my sister, Lynn, the patience and understanding it takes to make it through. To Michael, our won derful memories of 1985 and a smile forever. To my friends, | leave the memories of all the crazy times, and to the 1985-86 Tigerettes, a short message: Good luck and go for state! I, Robert Wood, leave to Jim Cannon my brain, to Andy Mel lenthin my strength, to Shawn Coleman, my telephone number, to John Leady my good looks, to Brian Tweedy my money, and last, to Connie Mellenthin, any- thing she wants! I, Shawn Uhe, do will the fol lowing: Ronna, patience for next year; Marina, a “nice” guy; Jeff, a new skateboard, with lights; Chuck, a phone that rings; Rick, a better badminton partner; Neil, Marilyn; Kirsten, tall, dark, handsome turtle; and Chrissy, a chauffer license. I leave good luck to all my friends. I, Grant Paul, do hereby will to all the fellow scholars-in-train- ing absolutely nothing. You can have the school; I don’t want it. All I got out of it was a few head aches and a little trivial knowl- edge. Oh yeah, thanks to those of you who did make school fun. | leave you luck. I, Eric Onley, leave Chris Re- velle my ability to play football and wrestle. To Jason Hughes, I leave a mouth muzzle. To Lori Ackman, I leave 20 pounds. To Sean Nolan and Chuck Nelson, I leave memberships to the Guppy Club for wrestling for their re- maining years, and to all the punkers, I leave nothing but good taste and tact. I, Jackie Ott, being of sound mind and body do hereby leave the following: Bob Riess’s drab, green locker to his sister Carrie, my Trig. and Analyt. books to Mr. Elam so that he may torture future students, my smile to Mr. Hindelang assuming his face will not crack upon wearing it, my parking space to all the peo- ple who banged up my doors with theirs. I leave the school and all my friends my best wish- es for the future. I, Robert Aebel, leave Frank Zoeller, my breakfast Club Mem- bership and to Mrs. McCormick, leave my