New Trier Township High School - Echoes Yearbook (Winnetka, IL)

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At last the day had arrived. The turkey was stuffed, the gravy was simmering, and the seven hours of basting were finished. Mom took the turkey out of the oven and set it lovingly on the counter. In keeping with tradition, Grandpa would do the honors. He studied the bird with a cool, keen eye. He then donned his apron, and, with a few deft strokes, sharpened his knife. The rela- tives looked on with great anticipation as he cut the first slice. With precision and finesse he carved the holiday bird, oblivious to the shouts of I want white meat, I want dark meat, I want the drumstick! I Wippmanj Right: Reflections of last summer bring back memories of good times at Great America. Below: A prism of colors and a cheerful array of lights illuminate Chicago's Christmas spirit. 1WYppman, Carlsonj 26fSTUDENT LIFE

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I sincerely thought that if I came at 7:30 I could take the test and be done with it. Besides, everyone said that the PSAT's only meant scholarship money. So I went to a play the night before, because I wasn't worried. It was a bad play. ' The next morning, I left the house at 7:15 topick up a friend, and by the time we had finished watching Bugs Bunny and Friends and had started out for New Trier, it was 8 o'clock. A I The crowd was unbelievably large, reaching from the main door to Essex Road. Luckily, most of my friends managed to find me. Furiousat the sadism of whoever had organized this gruesome ordeal, we huddled together, trying to keep warm. At 8:45 I gave in to the pushing and screaming of my peers and felt a wave of clauszrophobia roll over my body. As my life flashed before myeyes, I had the premonition that this test might be my last. I will not tell you what happened when I got inside, or how I entered the numerals for Wayne Military academy in the boxes under High School Code. Thatwould be anticlimactic. l'm sure' my scores will be, too. QSXSTUDENT LIFE Above: Their backs to the wall, these juniors forbodingly await the PSAT. Right: After the onslaught of lunchroom diners, janitors must prepare themselves for the battle against debris. I Weston, Ostetgaardj l 1 ,If ,, Q e 2 3 1 ii, 35 gi ,i 3 I E ,If gr Lf 4'