Notre Dame High School - Marian Yearbook (Chattanooga, TN)

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. Rebecca Lynn Hope That kind of musicjust soothes your soul. - Bob Segar Here are some no-no's for you, Beck: don't visit the restroom for ulterior motives, stop exiting through Brigid's window instead ofthe door, slow Fred down from 105 mph, and stop worrying about cows and horses -they can't talk! Guys named Bob are OK if you don't trust them TOO much, Brainerd Rd. is safe to cruise, and the Bam experience was indeed memorable Qugiggle, giggle! J Becky, reunions would be nice, but avoid disaster and remember: the Breakfast Club lives on, ifONLY you'Il stay awake to enjoy the action! Now tell us more. . . Christopher Allen Huffman It was fun, I guess . . How to retaliate when Chris is obnoxious or runs his mouth too much? Merely leave smudgy fingerprints on his glasses, tell him the Vols stink, or - worst of all, insult or damage his '70 vintage Camaro. I.et's get radical - is it true that Halloween's YOUR night? ls that shrieking laugh of yours a genetic defect? Just joking, Chris - the Red Food Store and the echoing halls of ND wouldn't have been the same without you. You'd make a good Scorpion or A-Team member but mostly, you'll be remembered as a good lthough somewhat irritatingj friend. Mary Denise Hughes The way I see it, you have to endure the rain to find the rainbow. Mary D. Hughes has fond ibut bittersweetj memories of Prom Night, searching for Beth and Suzanne at basketball games, visiting Atlanta OFTEN fgreat weekend, huh?J and tasteless jokes fsurely not told in Calculus?J WE have recollections of purple sweaters and socks, devastating remarks, and a station wagon tuming into a purple Porsche. Not really, but I'm serious : Mary never got caught talking in classes, walked as though a book were on her head, and demolished show-offs with her deadly wit. Mary, pick out your MOST exotic necklace, install a Hot Line, and buy a purple business suit for your Inauguration - Mary D., first woman President. Suzanne Elizabeth Iorio Don't hurry, don't worry, and don't forget to smell the flowers. Hello, Sue Bee? Yes, you were a Lodger and the preppiest Musketeer, whether fearfully driving Shpuck or cruisin' in the Beast. C'Beware the curse of CA! J Roger!Wilco!Disco Bunny!Ft. Lauderdalelpickle juice!Doo Dan - fire up! fStomp.U Only Sioux-Si could wreck in a parked car, lose a sun roof on the Ridge cut, chase the Boy at the Choo-Choo and wind up running fflushlj for it. Ready, Freddy? Sure am, Spam! lHey, is this English we're reading?J Yes, war IS stupid land so were those bets you lostj, but you'lI always be Capitano II and a Hoyas fan. We love ya, especially in green and white! l

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Margaret Lynn Herdy Why do it now when I can do it tomorrow? Peg's wagon has been aj late to school bl parked OFTEN on Vine St. or at the Pickle Barrel cj driven at 230 mph dj all ofthe above. The Airhead herself has aj mistaken a racquetball court for a pool bl played a floozie in the CYO Show cj begged for food and dl been a pain in the neck to Signal Mt. cops. Right, Birdlegs? Friends say thanks for the rescue from Panama sands t How quaint! J and let's stick to Camp Columbus for a playground! Here's a hairbrush for your frizzies, crossed fingers for your future, and one last thing, Peggy: You're the inspiration for our generation. Timothy Hickey Reports of my death have been somewhat exaggerated. - Mark Twain Tim was last seen heading for the wilds ofTiajuana, and since then we've heard terrible rumors. The Mexican police called him a greaser so he went to Washington. The Bonehead Party nominated him for Prez tthey thought he was a class officer! but he flunked the lie detector test and was thrown as raw meat to the Redskins. From there, he went to NYC and became a wino on Skid Row. The last we heard, Tim was heading west again, looking for the Alamo and more worlds to conquer. Since we have no SR. writeup, we really don't know what 's become ofhim, or is likely to. Mirrow, mirror on the wall- where am I? Scott Higgins Christi Anne Homar We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. . Musketeer Christi Anne is our graceful C29 blue-eyed blonde who wound up UNDER the soccer goal. She didn't have any gum or candy, so she took that infamous trip to McDonald's and faced the consequences, right, Christi? You've loved upper-upperclassmen, guys with square jaws and Camaro drivers, but it was the basketball player who stole your heart- and aren't you glad? Our model girl has a secret desire to be Joan Collins' cosmetologist, but she'll probably found a Dynasty of her own - and she'll always, always have a good time. Good luck, gal! What a chameleon! Sometimes mistaken for Dracula, Spiderman, Houdini, or a ND freshman, Scott is actually none ofthe above, instead he's a mild-mannered homeroom member who can leap tall buildings at a single bound, get to school promptly at 8:47 a.m., win the Most Invisible Writeup Award, and successfully be ignored by almost everyone. This guy survived cafeteria lunches! Thought Eddie Murphy was a comedian! Knew the words to the Star-Spangled Banner! Could write a thesis sentence! ln short, he was a very versatile person tprobablyj who will long be remembered as. . .

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Margaret Frances Johnston You think you found a solution, but it's only an illusion . . . - Bob Marley Meg, your endearing habits tLaffl Snort!! such as permanent work crew membership, running to the Krystal in your nightie, and talks excessively on your report cards caused some trouble - and then came your license and Most Dented Camaro award! Not counting spring break '85 C'Bless the oceanl J and vain attempts to escape the Lodge, you're now a rehabilitated woman who's bitten the silver bullet and autographed the building. Now what? Friendly salt-water swims and Bill Murray might be therapeutic, but better yet is that familiar Mega-smile. Hey, Babs, spare me and don't forget us! By the power of Grayskull . . tHe-Manj Happy hunting - Karin Alison Kennedy If we acted more juvenile, maybe we'd be less delinquent. Kaa-rrrii, you should listen to the Surgeon General, attend computer class regularly, mail the letters you write, and avoid petty larceny fmilk crates for collegeb Hey, VW convertibles weren't meant for 4-wheeling and Sawyer's Slew was too COLD for dipping Whether with the Troutmen, at Fleetwood Manor, on skis, or running from male party crashers, Karin will soon . . . later. . . tomorrow always remember Nov, 1985 CD and A.G. - or is that M.B.? Just don't spend your life in a fallout shelter, no matter who's along, and Happy Birthday Party - again, Curly! Douglas Michael Johnson Sell me some Chapstickf' said the duck, and put in on my bill Well, Stump, you may have flunked the Doc's exam in Nassau and you missed many CYO practices and satellite movies - why? Did the baker's dozen cause you grief? It s only logical UQ that Doug, the math whiz and stage crew wizard wound up the biggest loudest Teacher's Pest of all, but at least they won't forget him' B B parties the Clubhouse the nearest Shoney's, and the dead Honda now belong to the past so it s up to you to keep their memory alive. IF you survive, Doug, you'll someday be a great success That s fair David Brian Jones David's quite a guy if you look at it this way: he WAS a football player with a moment in the spotlight, he's quite handy with a bullwhipg he's a devil-worshipping sadist until his jeep won t start. Then, he soothes his stomach with tacos and hangs around parking lots Kid you are WEIRD! Hey, we know youlre an elite member ofthe Troutman lodge and a Kirk Douglas look-alike Qwho hit you in the chin?J but you're also an OK guy and a camper who knows no fear, even though you probably should. It's been fun teasing you but now it s time to quit