Phoenix Country Day School - Phoenician Yearbook (Paradise Valley, AZ)

Text from Pages 1 - 208 of the 1976 volume:

J . ' ■i M . c ' -Jf - 7 - ' .■ • lM ' MA r 1 a fC i L PHOENICIAN VOLUME XII 1976 f TABLE OF CONTENTS • . t ' ADMINISTRATION SENIORS UPPER SCHOOL ACTIVITIES ATHLETICS MIDDLE SCHOOL 112 LOWER SCHOOL ACTIVITIES ADVERTISING PHOENIX COUNTRY DAY SCHOOL 1975- 1976 ' ■%: ' Thaiik you, Mr. Wilson, for being a teacher, a scientist, a lousy pun artist, for always having the quote up on the blackboard, and especially for being a great friend. We dedicate liiis yearbook to you. The seniors. The true profession of man is to find his way to himself. Teachers open the door, you must enter by yourself. Did you hear the one about. . ? PHOENIX COUNTRY DAY SCHOOL P O BOX 1B087 PHOENIX. ARIZONA S5060 HEADMASTERS OFFICE Life is changing on this campus. We have had many more courses offered, activities planned, a new form of school government established; in addition, enrollment continues to rise. The task of education undertal en by Phoenix Country Day School is to develop the all around abilities of each student so that the special talents of each may be made fully effective. Our curriculum is made up of academic, social, aesthetic, governmental and physical exercises. No one particular area is all important at our school, just as no one individual can exist for himself alone. Each plays an integral role in the development and progress of our educational enterprises. Each is needed if we are to continue to provide the kinds of educational experiences our students deserve. While there is a tendency in American education to provid e ready-made experiences for our students and a spirit of having things done for you, perhaps the most important contribution P.C.D.S. can make towards the solution of the complex problems of today is to demonstrate to students how they can help themselves. We can all take pride in this year ' s accomplishments. New programs, expanded library holdings, a record enrollment, student intellectual and athletic accomplishments are just some of the indications that we continue on the path of educational excellence. The future, however, will demand much more from us. As our graduates matriculate into some of the most demanding colleges in this period of rapidly accelerating competition, perhaps the greatest challenge facing them will be the good sense to value other human beings as individuals for their individual worth. Robert W. Pe i rce , Jr. Headmas te r n ADMINISTRATION FACULTY Bettye Mobley Robert Peirce ADMINISTRATION Karan Wood Vera Morrison Peggy Jaeger Rudy Moraga «• .«; .-r-,.; .A fc- ' The Ladies in White ' Mary Stephenson 1 to r, Ralph Phillips, Charles Tipton, Fred White Becky Stump Joan Oliver FACULTY Avdis Deen Kathy James Pam Dunn y-frfg t; ' Janice Grosso Sue O ' Donnell Joyce Jensen Lou Gallucci Ruth Grove Marc Schluter 4 4« - l k. Arlevia Snyder Mary De Marzo Jeanne Russo Wfi Fran Vierck Mark Engelsman . . - - Donald Singer Linda Bryant Anne -Marie Sykes ■s S - Michael Morris Joe Phillips [,, . Paul Schweikher Harry Houle Kathy Sonderman Jim Roof Jim Bmnin] Dave Raymond Arlette Hagstrom Chris English Bob Wilson Chet Seroka SENIORS Thank You P.C.D.S. for a Great Year! Monica Barahona Good Luck Class of 76 2b Where am I going? I don ' t know Down to the stream where the king-cups grow Up on the hill where the pine trees blow Anywhere, anywhere. I don ' t know. Where am I going? The clouds sail by Little ones, baby ones, over the sky. Where am I going? The shadows pass Little ones, baby ones, over the grass. Where am I going? The high rooks call; It ' s awful fun to be bom at all. Where am I going? The ring-doves coo: We do have beautiful things to do. If you were a bird, and lived on high You ' d lean on the wind when the wind came by You ' d say to the wind when it took you away That ' s where I wanted to go today! Where am I going? I don ' t quite know. Where does it matter where people go? Down to the wood where the blue- bells grow — Anywhere, anywhere. I don ' t know. -A . A . Milne Barbara Jane Baxter I would have you learn this great fact; that a life of doing right is the wisest life there is. -Proverbs Mais les yeux sont aveugles. II faut chercher avec le coeur. -St. Exupery I have come that you might have life in all its abundance . -Jesus Christ Thank you to the special people who have touched my life and given me three years of memories at Country Day. 27 28 Michael Begam Genuine interest and caring are shown by those who are there when you need them. THANKS D.O.R. , R.W. , C.S. , and A. M.S. Five years of education, Thirteen cans of Root Beer, Four seconds of time , Three Fotos or Maroons, Five strange diseases, One Fons, One S.M.H.S. and Numerous strike outs. One Furry, Seven Ski trips. 29 Steve Casselman Hound LONG LIVE THE GUY WHO nCURES OUT THE WOMAN. I If I die will the world still turn? What miniscule portion of life am I?. . .You? THE ESSENCE OF LIFE TOO FEW KNOW: HOW TO TOUCH, HOW TO CARE, HOW TO FEEL, HOW TO BE HUMAN . I DEDICATE THIS PAGE TO A WOMAN WHO KNOWS LIFE J SHE IS LIFE. THANKS , TO ONE OF THE FEW TEACHERS I HAVE EVER HAD ! ! ! 30 I met a girl from Ecuador, She would not let me through the door. Go away! was her desperate plea; But I knew this was the girl for me. For my love , 1 brought flowers and candy. She threw at me Anything that was handy. While asking for a date , I gave her a daisy. She said that to go out with me , She ' d have to be crazy. John C. Cox Now I know that to have loved and lost, Is better then no love at all. But why does she hang up Every time that 1 call? Ik But he remains as still as a night (unaware of the sands and waves, pale sunlight and cold winter morns) and the child and his womb are as close as a yawn and its echo a leaf and its green a man and his shadow a star and its gleam until a wind carries him gracefully and painfully into the sun (Filled with the emptiness and resentment of becoming one). 32 i stand: in the disassembled church of a mind and search the comers for the magic i once delighted to find perched on dusty pwes which once held many in song in a time when birds settled on bell towers strong and soft breezes rustled past doors of oak wood and sweet children ' s voices played games while they could But now: only dust moves under the wind and still clock no one is singing: the doors are barred and locked. The temple of this mind holds only time which seems to linger as stones from its walls : crumble with the touch of a cvirious finger. ELECTRONICS MORALS MUSIC PEOPLE LOVE RADIO SOUND BASEBALL David Lee Gates WTRF-FM, 107.5 GOD FRIENDSHIP SOCCER PARENTS 33 - UT if a •51 Happiness l «  17 u n r uou have  T Day is ended, dim my eyes, but journey long before me lies. Farewell, friends! I hear the call. The ship ' s beside the stoney wall. Foam is white and waves are gray; beyond the sunset leads the way. Foam is alt, the wind is free; I hear the rising of the Sea. Farewell, friends! The sails are set, the wind is east, the mornings fret. Shadows long before me lie , beneath the ever-bending sky, but islands lie behind the Sun that I shall raise ere all is done; lands there are west of West where night is quiet and sleep is rest. Guided by the Lonely Star, beyond the utmost harbour -bar I ' ll find the havens fair and free, and beaches of the Starlit Sea. Ship, my ship! I seek the West, and fields and mountains ever blest. Farewell to Middle -earth at last. 1 see the Star above your mast! J.R.R. Tolkien 34 You are not at all like my rose. As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred th ousand other foxes. But now I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world. Men have forgotten this truth, said the fox. But you must not forget it. You become responsible , forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your -Antoine de Saint Exupere- CHAO Smile to the world it feels good. B u mygj HB Christopher E. Holland Sailboa t.g cut the v. ' aves t A- -i;-V,o sun parts the sea , v; i t, -i a -golden knife Little people no loni er - - play. Thanks ! ' ■ ' ' :y, ■:;SS x i . M ' ' t H H v v ' -..tv Pw r Everyday we have Permission to begin Anew. . . . There glimmers a Hope in every morning grey. Johanne Koren Tuula Lynn Kaynee Who Knows! A brighter Future lies in a Smile ' s trail. Nils Collet Vogt What one learns Year to year Is written on his forehead. Adam Oehlenschlager Teenage wastelands cultivated, Sunrise on the planes, Uneasiness vanquished. Humanity melting at angles. Flowing toward the end, Feeding magic beans Of the beanstalk to life. A Jellybean Thanks, Mom and Dad, for all your understanding. Goodbye Country Day. 36 got get off going to get have to get off all alone got to find out got to find need to find life on my own when will 1 know where will 1 how will I know what I ' ll be if I don ' t go if I can ' t if 1 don ' t go where I ' m free Tell me when will I know what will I see who will I be From Valley of The Dolls Dory Andre Previn Used by Permission Copyright 1967, Twentieth Century Music Corp. Susan Barbara Kerrigan S.I. R. , rainy days, Bubbles, no creo, $5000 dollars worth of what?, shall we say here we are, Trackstar, circle, wine, I wish I were a baby dinosaur , Redlands, Hey Butt, b-line for the Junior parking lot, beep, banned from Smugglers Inn, DEB, VAL, SOOZE, You know what?. . .and me you, You Bert! , peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches! Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference . -Robert Frost THANKS! 37 It ' s all over Ken, let ' s go celebrate. If people could fly, you can be sure that every day two or three would get run-over by a 747. Knot here ? SO LONG P. CD. THE GOOD TIMES HAVE BEEN MANY 38 I watched him and I reflected what a truly baffling mystery is this life of ours. Men meet and drift apart again like leaves blown by the wind; your eyes try in vain to preserve an image of the face, body or gestures of the person you have loved; in a few years you do not even remember whether his eyes were blue or black. -Nikos Kazantzakis DEBBIE LATISH 39 hey Steve, is she really shaving? six in how long? Where does it hurt? Nov. 25, San Diego! Nov. 26, I don ' t owe you one, I owe you 697. Carlitos market, bagels, the bass has hips! how about getting drunk, a little Fleetwood Mac Creedence at top volume. I ' ll have a gin ' n ' tonic, hold the club soda, vodka? what vodka, this is water. 100 mph Steve. . . ah steve. let ' s teach ' em how to drink! ... I knew that there was some sort of love and we would be fantastic friends forever. I can look at her know and gain strength and we can look at each other and be totally at ease. A motivated supersonic. KMA BAD PUPPY! He ain ' t heavy, He ' s my brother. Could you higher it please? House lights? what house lights? JAMES R. LINCOLN A woman has the right to; a.) Be as late as she likes b.) Change her mind as often as she wants to What were you saying when the silence so rudely interrupted you? You are as you are, your personality and facets as a person are yours. To change these would be to destroy the person underneath. . . . But still, are we sure that the whole world isn ' t jiut a beginning- end? What is the meat of existence, the in-be- tween, or is it just a joke for us to laugh? The poor man is not he who is without a cent, but he who is without a dream. -Kemp- Friendship improves happiness, and abates misery, by doubling our joy and dividing OUT grief. -J, Addison- One must not tie a ship to a single anchor, nor life to a single hope. -Epictetus- If you climb to the top of the tower at the top of the world --- don ' t lo ok down. . . for you might find you are no higher than anyone else. If you should climb to the top of the tower at the top of the world don ' t look down. . . GROWWINGS. -D. Sutphen- When all else is lost, the future still remains. -C.N. Bovee- From Atilla the Hun to Empress Tsu Hsi, Moujul dates, Quasimoto Uhivi, those 8 miserable water- ing places in the Mid- dle East, the BIG DIG (cough) and Puzzle, we ' ve managed to survive each other. I won ' t question how, I ' ll just say thanks, Ms. E. - Irene - The dreamers are the saviors of the world. He who cherishes a beautiful vision, a lofty ideal in his heart, will one day realize it. Cherish you visions Cherish you ideals Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, ... of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built. -James AUen- The journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step. Lao-Tse 41 Have a little smile for those who have pain. Agony is systematic, while you ' re standing in the rain. And there ' s no one, who can smile like you; i wish i could smile like you. Someone told me, that love is a dream, that grows until it breaks And if i find the love i want, i hope it ' s not a snake. You have a smile that ceases all pain. Share a little corner, so i don ' t die in vain. And there ' s no one, who can smile like you; i wish i could smile like you. e. s. Mylessa Nickelson My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others! My manner of thinking stems straight from my considered reflections; it holds with my existence, with the way 1 am made. It is not in my power to alter it; and were it, I ' d not do so. This manner of thinking you find fault with is my sole consolation in life; it alleviates all my sufferings in prison, it composes all my pleasures in the world outside , it is dearer to me than life itself. Not my manner of thinking but the manner of thinking of others has been the source of my unhappiness. The reasoning man who scorns the prejudices of simpletons necessarily becomes the enemy of simpletons; he must expect as much, and laugh at the inevitable. . .If then, as you tell me, they are willing to restore my liberty if I am willing to pay for it by the sacrifice of my principles or my tastes, we may bid one another an eternal adieu, for rather than part with those, I would sacrifice a thousand lives and a thousand liberties, if I had them. These principles and these tastes, I am their fanatic adherent; and fanaticism in me is the product of the persecutions I have endured from my tyrants. The longer they continue their vexations, the deeper they root my principles in my heart, and I openly declare that no one need ever talk to me of liberty if it is offered to me only in return for their destruction. The Marquis De Sade, in a letter to his wife oh, that ' s a pleasant thought p. w. 42 1 — I •l ' o ™ (U ,-1 o « .2 S O JJ -. - Jeannine Irene Survaunt Pickrell ' Good bye ' To my old friends that are now in the service. . .Mark W. , Tim C. , Phil V. , Scott P. , and Rick H. 1 salute you Preston, I heard Jazz isn ' t dead; it just smells funny. But I also heard that Rock Roll is here to stay. Whatever the name —KICK IT OUT! WALTER SPENCER REPENNING Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh: my name means the shape I ' m in--and a good hand- some shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost. Shiprocker sailing free and easy — hearing what the Dormouse said . . . . Steven Smith 45 Remember Country Day ' s First Prom? How in- dependent we felt when the Student Court won the right of appeal. Going back a little further, what a joyous occasion it was when the Court gave us the right to have long hair. Where are the innovators responsible for its implementation? Remember fiber- glass in our arms that belonged in the student lounge ? On the field and in Burch Hall, I can hear the ghosts of the J. V, Eagles and Russo ' s Raiders, Of course, there was the Country Day National Grammar Sur- vey, How strange it is that the Middle School Student Council once fought so that girls could wear pants in the winter, Whatever happened to the confetti dropping device? Why does no one now use the old clubhouse in the wash? Who harbors injuries from Tontazona British Bulldog games? Wirt was Student Body President, Varsity Athlete-Everything, , . 1 felt a surge of pride during his dynamic farewell address. Those who were here then will never forget the cheerleader squad under Polly ' s outstanding leadership. Cheerleader suits were more revealing then. They wore small one-piece outfits that would invariably fly up over their hips as they jumped. Unfortunately, I was too young to enjoy it. Herb, 1 want to apologize for stealing your shoe the first day of first grade. It was an awful thing to do. An institution designed to design the minds of the future. A school built to build the leaders of tomorrow. Until now, this has been the responsibility of the faculty, administration and oursevles. Now, it is solely ours. David Miller Steiner DEAR 46 , , . nous ne vivons jamais, mais nous esp rons de vivre; et, nous disposant toujours a etre heureux, il est inevitable que nous ne le soyons jamais. Blaise Pascal Le silence Eternal de ces espaces infinis m ' effraie, Blaise Pascal Being aware of one ' s life, one ' s revolt, one ' s freedom, and to the maximum, is living and to the maximum. Albert Camus Manuel Ellis Tancer Le gravity est un myst ' fere du corps invente ' pour cahcsr les ddfauts de I ' espirt. La Rochefoucauld Let us go then, you and 1 When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question, . . Oh, do not ask, What is it? Let us go and make our visit. T. S. Eliot 47 If you always have a smile on your face and joy in your heart, life will be a breeze. -T.C.K. Alison Elizabeth Wrigley LI . , , yet almost everyone has something uniquely his own to contribute to our lives--and equally important, a place in his own life that perhaps we alone can satisfy. -Marjorie Holmes It takes both rain and sun- shine to make a rainbow, -anonymous I do my thing and you do your thing I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it ' s beautiful. -Frederick S. Perls 48 For patience, sincerity, and love, thank you J. R.W. andH. E.W. -P. J.W. Peter January Wulsin THRENOS Beauty, truth, and rarity, Grace in all simplicity. Here enclos ' d in cinders lie. Death is now the phoenix ' nest And the turtle ' s loyal breast To eternity doth rest, Leaving no posterity: - ' Twas not their infirmity. It was married chastity. Truth may seem, but cannot be; Beauty brag, but ' tis not she; Truth and beauty buried be. To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer. From her own ashes, The phoenix will rise. And let tomorrow grow From these goodbyes. -From The Phoenix and the Turtle, by William Shakespeare. 49 Truth Truth hath so many faces So good and right in most places But, used as a weapon can torment The most honorable man to some extent So think this truth and try to seek Some honest kindness before you speak. Keith Yavitt Crisis Exchange If one could only train oneself to escape the unnecessary And sometimes eliminate the accessory There might be a so-called crisis exchange Between important actions and super- fluous ones which range Between that which has meaning and that which has none And then, only then will correct action be accomplished and done. 50 OK, VI I ' M READY. THANKS TO ALL- — HASTA LUEGO NOT GOOD-BYE LETS MEET AGAIN SOON. BERG--THANKS TO YOU AND MUCH MORE 51 fe ' F . ' ' S H Uk— ■i r ' Hey, no one crosses the fonz! Hands off, ladies How ' s your love life? Guess who? I told the man, I don ' t do proofs. According to my calculations, when I turn this knob, water should flow. Call me. . .Jimmy. . . Oh, really!?! -tV V X. i I Go get ' um, Jimmy. The results of this experiment are shocking! 12:10 already? God will get you for that, Liza riimii V r- ' ' Yes. But your victories will never be long lasting; that ' s all. Rieux ' s face darkened. Yes, I know that. But it ' s no reason for giving up the struggle. Albert Camus Did you ever have a friend that you could trust and love without feeling embarassed and did you ever wish you both could stay that way always? Cindi Pratt 54 i j.flA.maj ; .L:iJmijfiia-atiiLg nB COME TO BEAUTIFUL STEINGATE Capitol: Daveberg Form of Government: Mediocracy Official Language: Assorted grunts and snorts National Motto: Oscula me corissima Population: Insufficient women Size: 2000 sq. ft. Flag: PREMIER STEINER PRESIDENT GATES My friends, we always know tomorrow Mr. John Q. Knowledge is always right on the spot Soon enough becomes today, whenever one of his friends seems to be in trouble. And brings with it joy pain and Mr. Knowledge speaks high and low about the correct sorrow way to handle any situation. He can tell you the Which soon fades into yesterday right way to deal with any lady, boyfriend, or banker. He seems to be the man who has it all to- How many of those whom we see on gether. the street The sad part is that Mr. Knowledge has been Have we ever seen, maybe known be- divorced twice, owes everyone in the world money. fore? and is currently between jobs. Is it not permitted to once again meet And know them less but love them more? Life is a comedy to those who think A tragedy to those who feel. -Horace Walpole I fancy myself as one who thinks But I think that I feel more than I fancy. 55 . N . Sugar daddies, retrieving olives, I ' m the face, incoherent stuttering, eel pie, you nerd, room 138, tommy 603 times, stickshift, omigod, oh fuh, charles nigalippi jackman, PCDS ' 3 eligible bachelors, attack, 10 feet, bopping, getting flustered, roger dalglape joe namath, wadhurst, burwash, holmeshurts manor, Sussex, shepherd ' s bush, acton, oh jolly good, slapping junior mints across the theater, petey, brillfspp, you bite, move over, here comes ganter, sweeney, charley chaplin, fut-face, beep beep, a nose on Iges, let ' s have a chest or two, peaceful perce, god, my jaw hurts, all the TV sets blew up at once, vroom vroom-click click, I ' m just the cleaning lady, teenage wasteland, hey james, you ' re looking poorly, dear, metronome, macdonald land cookies, fat city, golden grahams and birthday cake all over, innit, pointed toes and repulsive comics, goober-nose, yucky-wucky, a year of total hysteria, jesus, . . christ, slam my locker again and you ' ll get your face kicked in, you got it, chucky, you should have ssen your face, picking out our honeymoon out- fits from the lingerie dept. , four on the floor, Kicking Donkey pub, you and me on the run. . . we had some fun. To Li: What is a friend. . . Someone to laugh with. Someone to cry with. Someone to talk to, Someone who listens. She ' s always been there. And I know she always will be. To James: As I look back, I smile. We ' ve had good times. As I look forward, 1 smile once more. I know we ' ve got we ' ve got more coming Thanks, James It ' s sad when you wake up and find that all those angels and all that love (that made life so exciting and unpredictable) were all just part of and innocent dream and dreams are predictable in that they always end up being just dreams and not reality. . . . 57 FRIENDS BRING US THE SIMPLE THINGS OF LIFE A SMILE - A LAUGH - A LOOK THANK YOU TO ALL MY FRIENDS THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND BARB DEB Mrs. E.- The language of friendship is not words, but meanings. -Thoreau Val, Willy, Chris, and Susie - A friend is one who cares, shares, understands, and through everything loves you. Paul- If you have a friend on whom you think you can rely you are a lucky man. -Alan Price THANKS FOR ALL THE GOOD TIMES ! Much love- Deb With fond memories and deepest respect and affection, I ' d like to dedicate the following to the memory of Ellen Keane Flynn. She had eyes that Sparkled Shooting life into your heart With a wink of her eye She could always make That pounding start But it only took one moment To take that spark away I can ' t forget that night 1 ' 11 have it with me on My dying day Oh, I miss her so 1 just can ' t figure out Where she did go Oh, I loved her so My mind it still refuses To let her go. . . -From Teenage Queen by R. Derringer There is no friend like an old friend Who has shared our morning days No greeting like his welcome No homage like his praise. Fame is the scentless flower With gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the breathing rose With sweets in every fold. -Oliver Wendall Holmes Friends double the happiness But with them comes some sadness. -Unknown True friends are few and far between, You have been one. Gratitude is my parting gift, Thank you Hatshepsut. AD ASTRA, PER ASPERA 59 THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT I, Monica Barahona, leave to John, his great ability for injuring feet, a great banana , a plate of multiplying chimichanga and a huge Margarita, a box of peanut brittle, a holiday 16 , and mi amor para siempre! , to Mrs. O ' Donnell ' s Spanish Classes, my ability to speak Spanish, to Steve, a slap and better you watch it for all the dirty and bad Spanish words, and also to Chris for teaching him, to Susan, my grapefruit so she can start a diet, to Barbara, 1 leave Mike, It ' s none of your business, Jennie, in the picnic table, to Mr. Bruning, a great Spanish vocabu- lary and a package of gum, and to anyone else, I leave a lot of smiles and happy thoughts. Barbara Baxter leaves to Jennie, a mailbox full of male mail, a dozen giant eclairs, a duet book, screwing around in Greer, live and learn , the summer of ' 75, and a final chorus of Tell Me A Lie , to Manuel, Gatsby and the green light, and a sophomore year of memories, to Schwiekher, my adolescent traumas and a thousand thank -yous, to John, three years of friend- ship and his excellent sense of humor, to Patti, THE COMPLETE WORKS OF SHAKESPEARE, to Li, OUT fine taste in men, to Peter, a morning library and his own personal physician, to Mr. Wilson, Barb ' s dumb and a book entitled QUOTES WITH OBSCURE MEANINGS, to Billy, ten bottles of English Leather and some lumpy milk, to Mylessa, the country of Tanzania, pretzel aid, and snide remarks in Biology, to Diane, years of happiness at P.C.D. and 3 dozen peanut butter cookies, to Chris, a life-time subscription to THE AMERICAN JOURNAL OF PEDLA,TRICS, to Jacques, my terrific singing voice, to Seroka, the future Barbara Baxter Science Building, to Debbie Z., the key is had , and to James, Golly Burbra . Michael Begam, being of sound body, leaves to Steiner, a bottle of incident -ray repellent, to Mr. Raymond, a calculator with a handy fold-out protractor, to Tuula, a right sandal, to Gleason, a brief case full of radioactive test tubes, to Brit Etzold, a box of razor blades, and to Tancer, whatever it is he left me. The funds for the extermination of Philistines go to Charles and Jan. The rest has been stuffed into a mailbox on Grand Avenue somewhere between Phoenix and Sun City. Timothy Bock leaves to David Steiner, his phenomenal Ant Theory, to Cathy, the points system and that romantic night with peanut butter crackers , to Jim, a two pound box of little puppies, to The Coach , the Colorado Rapids, to Ken, a real basketball team and a new last name, to Bob Wilson, a skip trip, thanks, and the 1976 edition of Applied Physics Comedy, to Steve, K.P. duty and a subway ticket to Texas, to the Junior Class, one million dollars (maybe money can pull them through), to Keith, crazy women from Chaparral, to Dudley, a new girl- friend and his own car, to D.O.R., a window in the bio-lab and thanks, to Jennifer, excellence, to the sophomore class, secrecy in the wash, to David Gates, a new voice, his own radio station, and a lifetime supply of peanut butter, and to Jim Bruning, a pigeon souffle . . . watch out McDonald ' s! I, Mr. Biever Hound, do shovel out my jive. Better you watch it, Chica Monica. To Taco, I leave an empty treasury and $80 for miscellaneous expenses, to Jennifer, I leave a leash for her other half and a present to be given at the Senior Party — for both of us, to Scott, my Congrats for making it through this one. (Oh well, better luck next time. ), to Jackson, I leave all the jive in Columbia and my instructions on how to make strawberry and banana daquiris, to Mylessa, I leave the first, second, third . . . , to Mrs. E., I bequeath my old tennis shoes. (Sorry, I threw out the carpet.), to COACH Hollandia, the infamous bicycle rider, I leave a pair of training wheels, for Mr. Singer and my Advanced Math class, I leave UP2 and does it flow, to D.D., even if it is Doug, (I don ' t care), I leave instructions and a question, Do you like APPLES? . Finally, 1 leave to James Jumbo Lincoln, Carlitos Mrkt. , North Bank, Spaghetti Company, Jerry Luzinski, The Court House, Robin, Lynn — who IS married, better luck with my tuna, easier names for drinks, Susan, --all of them, Dr., Mr., Uncle, Cousin, Anita Anejo, and a padded diving board at my house. John Cox, of at least a sound body, leaves to Hound, memories of the family, and a manual of how to have a class party without getting caught, to Chump, his USC acceptance, his egregious backhand, his proliferating, prolix vocabulary, and his ability to charm K.P. to enjoy rum bunnies, to J.H., memories of family night dinners, his Fiat, and his ability to play pounce, to Lincoln, sore legs from bicycle riding to K.C. ' s house, to Grapefruit, his big liar, junior, his nitching ability, his Camaro, 16, and all his love. Cara Ganter, being of demented mind and lousy body, leaves a silk shirt, Keith Richards ' cheekbones, Happy, and a hell of a good time to little Meliza Jane, an olive and a haystack to Ken and Willy, something he keeps losing to Bieve (if he promises to let me borrow it), a smile and an off -campus pass for lunch to Cathy, a recording of Do you have a pass? to James, one last cry of Hey bert! to Susan, a huge smile, a hug, and a trip to the river (a wet one, pre- ferably) to Chuck, a boring Seminar on aU the boring aspects of acute boredom, a promise to return someday, and Zippy the Pinhead to Schweik, (who is boring), and fond memories of 60 trxvxT XKipammnrs OF THE SENIOR CLASS Percy and Pete, 30 seconds to name that tune, and anything else that I can ' t remember (but won ' t ever forget) to Toola. David Gates leaves to Mr. Singer, a new and workable computer, to Phil Wrigley, a deck of cards, a new knife and a pick, to Ivlr. Wilson, five unbreakable Giger Muller tubes, to Charles, a three thousand dollar FM tuner, to Mrs. Sonderman, a free dinner for a class of twenty at the Seven Veils, to Mr. Houle, a quiet library, all the new books his shelves can hold, and one good Latin student, to the entire school, a new video tape recorder, and to the upper school, five hundred good jokes and one real D.J. Chris COACH Holland leaves to James, an evening hopping around the historical places in town, Saturday morning stage crew, and I still bet you can ' t, to Deb, a river trip, a taco, and a night in the town, to Ken, a touch of my drawing ability, somebody ' s brain to examine, a ski trip to Purgatory, and some Physics assignment sheets, to Willy, a pick and a shovel to repair his skis, a dive off the TOWER , chip forman, and sugar bear, to Herb, a new truck, and a trip to Bartlet Lake in it, to the other Chris, I leave Wednesday lunch at N .B ., and a lot of thanks, to Mr. Raymond, one Saturday at 6 AM, and a special thanks for his help, to the Juniors, a lot of help coping with the other half, and last but not least, 1 leave to Suzy, Thursdays, Jerremia, grunions, a pig, nothing fixed for a day, 29, and one big CIRCLE. Tuula Kaynee leaves to Monica, my coat whenever you need it, and a invitation to a wed- ding to Michael and David S., an autographed picture of my feet, to Steve C, a whistle, driv- ing on the left of the road, Anejo, Hey Hound, did you ever find it? , to John C. , my last name, a life-time supply of contact lenses, the name Jack the Zipper , and a Fiat, to Susan, a certain bus ride home, 99D and 2A, complete munchies at Burger King after G and S, experi- ences with Chand and others, Bobbbbb, We ' ll never see them again, so . . . , screwing up my hair, Gee, I like your dress bit! , groovy, man and with it . . . we ' ve had fun. To Keith, a pat on the back, a duck call and two car adventures during which 1 almost died, to John G. , a disgusting and repulsive laugh and a few secrets, to Cathy, a box of Kleenex, 5, 000 Burger King Crowns, ( a few whoppers on the side and Kirk), making fools out of ourselves, screaming. All by yourself?, certain announcements in morning meeting, mobiles, Owoooooo, T ' lula, what Cathy?!, see ya, to Cara, It soitinly is, OUie . . . Hey Stanley , a tape of outrageously strong accents, obscene long distance phone calls, certain skits, just barely making it to the bathroom, Teenage Wastelands , a life-time subscription to every magazine in Readmore ' s, twinkies and ding-dongs, The Stick , Charlie ' s House of Fun, Vroom-Vroom and Click-Click, Chucky Margolis, Evolution, Heyyyyy Cara . . . Hey Cara! , thanks, to Li, Confucius say, did you see that???, mirrored sunglasses, tape-mania, I don ' t care, but I do . . . help, Quick, do a u-ie, forrow dat car! , Lunchtime escapades, he and his shadow, Oh my God, is that who I think it is? , 54th, Dwight, SPIRIT, sunloof, lat skin and lat juice, Wri, have some yogurt, I ' ll feed you, and so many others . . . Good rye, to Manuel, a cure for your current problem, to Debbie, I leave you a rescue whenever you need it, to James, my inner thoughts and a smile. I, Susan Kerrigan, leave to Cara, the definition of a bert, and a date with Roger Daltrey, to Tuula, a whole box of kleenex, a 40 d cup, a 6ft, blond blue eyes — preferably male, to Cathy, 5 boxes of kleenex, and a lot of luck next year, to James, a wooden pole at S.C., lots of laughs, and a armadillo, to Val, a bottle of white wine, Carlos, Taco Bell!, a trip to Red - lands, lots of love, and a thank -you, to Deb, Bob the Bumper, one of my erotic dreams, a Smugglers Inn just for you and me, and a big thank-you with a bunch of memories to come, to Li, a rainy day, to Brian, Jason, Keith, and Lynnie, a whole bunch of smiles, and to Chris, a circle, a talent for catching grunions, my ability to cook ham and cheese sandwiches, a pig, lots of love, and a smooch while driving. I, Willy Korp, leave to Ken, a big fat bicentennial J. , and the thought that he ' ll have to put up with me for a few more years, to Coach H. , I leave enough money for a new van to go skiing in, to Hound, a do-it-yourself student government, to Mrs. E., a few more breakfasts ' cause we ' ll probably need them, to James, a tall sunrise, to all my teachers, thanks for being a friend and someone to learn from, to the rest of the class of ' 76, a long and happy life, to Mr. Wilson, a new set of better jokes, Thanks all for a good time. I, Debbie Latish, hereby bequeath to Mr. Roof, a more efficient memory, and a collection of poems by Richard Brautigan so that he may learn to appreciate fine poetry , to Mr. Wilson, a book of new jokes and a case of SPAM for nourishment, to Mrs. E. , a six pack of beer, a Dodger baimer, and all the reruns of Harry O , to Goo, memories of Eastwood, many late night talks, and all the albums I leave behind, to Lynnie, my sister and Alfred the cat, to James, lush , a rum and coke to start the night off with, I Bet You Can ' t, and wishing he were a baby dinosaur, to Sieve, all the armadillos in Amarillo, Val ' s couch, and greetings from Mr. Smirnoff and Uncle Barcardi, to Chile WUly, the desert, skinny dipping in the Jacuzzi, and 1001 61 old Beatle times, to Chris, Susie ' s refrigerator, Seagidl , and a bottle of glue to fix the things you broke, to Val, Redlands, this is your life, Valerie Sack , ladies from Barstow, Craiggles, an untouched spare tire, it ' s only a rental, wines and spirits, ovir first night at Mantikis, after hours. New Year ' s Eve at Sandy ' s, Captain Fuzz, painted devils, people -eaters, bye-byes, Rita Jean, and a million more memories and wierd nights, to Sooze (Berbra), banned at Smuggler ' s Inn, Uncle Jon, the ladies from Barstow accidents, $5000 worth of what?, Taco Bell, take a picture, Carlos, Bob the Bumper, a certain empty lot off Lincoln Drive, being popular, playing psychiatrist, the naked lady (Mrs. — ), Captain Fuzz, track star, and all the other unmention- ables, and last but not least, 1 bequeath to Pavil, love ' em and leave ' em , a secretary to keep track of appointments and to straighten up your desk, stamina for next year ' s Model UN, the spirit of Hamden Hall, a free night on the town anytime you ' re in Chfcago, and many thanks for just being around. I, James R. Lincoln, leave all my thoughts to Sheba, all of my thanks to D.O.R., and all of our memories to Hoxind. Irene Helen Marcarelli leaves to Susan Kerrigan, the names shortcut and La Otra Estrella de Puerto Penasco , to Li Wrigley, a new scrapbook and fond memories, to Terry Wurts, 1 leave Udo Keer, Joe Dallesandro, a pint of wirgin blood , Camelview theater, a larger shower, and 0,0,0 . . . riding crops!, to Mr. Raymond, I leave a new leather jacket with silver studs, and a picture of me at the House of Illusions, to Mrs, E. , what ' s left of her sanity after 4 years, and a big thanks for putting up with me. I, Meliza Jane, being of unfit mind and destitute body, do hereby bequest and bequeath the following: a bag of menthols, a bridle for the baby, driving lessons, and anything else of any value to my seester, to b.j., I leave the parlor, runs to Circle K, memory lessons, a book on cricket catching, and my parking space plus a thank-you for keeping away the lonelies, to cara, I leave Keith ' s OTHER bones, a box of nasties, and incessant habits (the best ones!), a map of Phoenix for the M.M. routine 1 leave to Herbal, to Hound, a pork sausage, a sun -screen to filter away his shadows plus Flesh Gordon, to Peter, my dearest and beloved shoulder, a pin- striped suit, a red satin bow tie, a roomful of white roses, and desert at Munchies, to Ken, a phone call and both sets of his car keys, to Willy, a belated Christmas present, to Debbie L., Flash and a suit that sinks, to Chuck, 1 leave a keg of beer, a 5 hour pool game, a new locker combination and affection, to Doug, 1 leave dreams, to Bock, a wanted poster, to Manuel, I leave a serious discussion on Biology and all the frog ' s livers he can stand, to Jennie and Debbie -- the key is had , and all my beats go to Berbra with the water and soap to Debbie, toD.O.R,, I would give my respectful gratitude for his plays, pudding, and wisdom, to Seroke, a place to meet after class, to Mrs. E. , a sincere apology for disturbing her class, and gratefullness because she understands, and to my bear, 1 leave my dearest love plus a cheeseburger with extra sauce, a strawberry shake, and a small frie. And remember, he who laughs last, laughs best, jimmy . . , I, Jeanine Pickrell, being of unsound mind, leave the following: to the brown fox, I leave a hat to keep his head from getting any bigger, I leave Irene to all her lovers, Li Wrigley to the elite class, to Walter, I leave a bottle of Tequila, a lime, some salt, two aspirins, and some vitamin C, I leave hopes of a future pottery to Kate, good times to Jason, thanks to Mrs, Sykes, Mr. Schweikher, and Mr. Peirce (plus a bicentennial leisure suit), 1 leave hopes of a happy childhood to Doug Barton, to Mr. Bruning, 1 leave a Mexico City hangover, a red scarf to match his red neck and a flaming purple tick. Walter Repenning leaves Hound a fruitful fox hunt, his title as Foosball Wizard to Ken, a volume of Hebrew dwarf jokes to Eva; for James, he leaves tailored holes in new tennis shoes, to Herb, he leaves his pack of burros, to DeDe, he leaves an 18th birthday kiss, his farm in South America to Evan, to Chris, a steering wheel, and Sooz, a pair of pliers for the nut behind it, to Don, a parking place on Central and the philosophy of Dexter Wreckenbetter, he leaves Val on stage at the Roxy, the L.R.C., his old NATIONAL LAMPOONS, to Mr. Bruning, the right to arm bears, to Jason, he leaves a five finger bag lunch, to Willy, he leaves a battle with the vicious Seaweedle, to Morris, his Hoover and maid, nothing for Mylessa because she was always out front of any girl he knew, and finally a dozen doughnuts to Jim, Tim, Keith, Steve, and Dudley in the parking lot. Steve Smith leaves to Vem, my friendship forever. Coco ' s, a new hairstyle by Sir Don, Texas, and a lot of thanks, to Keith, a home movie of MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL, a 4:35 500, boxing lessons, and an old, restored Corvette, to Tim, . . . Kari P., (sisters are the kind), all the change in my pocket , a midnight swim at parties, (with or with- out your agreement), an imitation of Groucho Marx, a 3 second chugging contest, a fled nagar, sled cragar, and a fee, 5 years of B.S., and of course . . . Texas, to Dudley, a full race Cor- vette, some insurance, an arco gas station and a credit card, the mountain house, and Dede, to I 62 Jim O ' Connor, Elliot road, some more tapes for his Sony , de Charger de Charger de Ram Charger, Harvey ' s Wineburger, and the Junior parking lot, to Jennifer, her excellent , bath- room, nice pool, and the Charlie Daniels ' Band, to Carol K. , the T-Bird and Corvette, to James, two hubcaps, a spare clutch, a case of Barcardi, and North Bank to Cathy, a new car, Ray Korte Chevrolet, and 16 moons from the gang , to Coach, ski lessons from me, to Rob W., white firebirds, $200 worth of half and halfs, Millard, and the best of luck at the Air Force Academy. David Miller Steiner, being of sound mind and body, does hereby bequeath a snakebite kit, butterfly net, and a tackle box to Manuel, his makeshift parking space to Philip, Philip to D.O.R,, the awesome leadership duties of the de-peonization crusade to Charles, Leslie, and Jan, respectively, a left sandal to Tuula, a coupon good for one brain drain to Jacques, the teen reporter ' s Job to the most prolific underclassman, AMUN to posterity, and a big thank-you to all those teachers and coaches, past and present, who helped him along the way. Manuel Tancer leaves a truckload of silicone, expert instruction in belly -dancing, and mosquito evasion, and a method for eradicating the peons to Bizarre, the Abdul-Sharib stories and the guts to seek black holes to James, his spleen to naja, lepidoptera, and the scombridas, his rock to Charles, special thanks to Sara, who smoothed the path, and to all his teachers, Sara ' s parking space to Cathy and Cynthia, et, aux rhinoceros predominants, il laisse I ' orgueil de Berenger. Li Wrigley leaves to Tuula, Hunk Fairways Drive, Mia and Gina, mirrored sunglasses, pepsi- rite and yogurt, Rames, muk muk, Confucius say, Tuura and Wri adventures, tennis without a net, forrow dat car!, the truck, oh no! ?! ... 4 times in a row? , 1 don ' t care, and happiness; to James, peeled grapes, turkey sandwiches and Vijay, as many song lyrics as he wants, canahasta, submarine ladies, and thanks; to Steve, Pviff and Cuddles and thanks for listening; to Susan, a rainy day, let ' s go out and change the world, and a big smile; to Barbara, Mike G Mark, and the same opinion of certain people; to Chris, a personalized tic-tac-toe; to Phil, the Fonz, a green Porsche, and the courage to last 3 more years; to Cox, 10th grade matching and that infernal camera; to Manuel, memories of a special year, a trip to Europe, the courage to travel the lonely path of nonconformity, roses, and a special thanks; to Beau, 24 hours of homework, an endless supply of chocolate, and good luck; to Lynnie, a smile, good luck, and St. Luke ' s; to Keith, an instruction book for a ' 76 Cordoba, and water balloons; to Irene, a certain scrap- book; tojohn Gleason, the knowledge that anything can happen someday, and thanks for the memories ; to Mrs. E. , the fact that little boys do grow up, thanks for a lot of much-needed advice, and my friendship and company whenever she may need it; to Madame, annihalation and a person who is on time; to Senor, a certificate proclaiming himCodForA Day; to Serok, the many rulers, etc., I have borrowed, Catalina and a smile; to D.O.R., a box of dirt flown from Chicago, a yorkie for anatomical study, and a book on how to co-ordinate colors; to Mr. Roof, a date book to remind him when he has an appointment and thanks for his support; to Bobby, thanks for Middlebury and the hope that he can cope without his 2 favorite harrassers. Peter Wulsin leaves his best wishes to Phoenix Country Day School; his thanks to his teachers and fellow students, and to Faith, not brotherly advice or sagacity, but his love, respect, and the hope she will be happy. Keith leaves Steve S., a brand new ' 65 Impala, 2 inches, a real set of muscles, and a wild rose from Texas; to Dudley Bradsheet Hoyt, a full insurance policy, a mode of transportation, and Traffic Survival School and its lessons learned (How many mph was it to get that forgotten paper?), to Tim, Michelle, Linda, Carol, Debbi, Nancy, Cathy, and better luck next time, plus my driving ability against yellow Chevells; to Tuula, Jack-in-the-Box, and courtesy vater balloons; to Jenifer Co. , off campus, literally. Excellent, Excellent, to Rob W., Oregon, a female companion for Sat. night movies, and mountain house parties; to Cathy, 1001 ways to xmderstand guys; to Steve C. and James, 4 easy steps to partying, a house, people, and a little of this and that (or a lot), to Bair, a helping hand; to Richard P. , 50 ways on how not to set off house alarms; to Chris, skiing lessons from Zrike; to Jim O. and Jason, nothing ' cause 1 don ' t know what to give ' ya except good luck to you and the rest of P.C.D.S. Ken Zrike leaves to Herb H. , his very own psychiatric ward where his patients won ' t mind his helmet, to Coach, a new van-- but you ' ll have to take driving lessons, to Walter, Denny Gleason ' s routes to Van Buren and whatever goes on down there, to J. Gleason, I ' ll leave you in the middle of Harlem this summer if your jokes don ' t improve, to Smith, a motorized tricycle with mag wheels, to Coach Seroka, a basketball team that can make practice and aren ' t a bunch of fairies, to Chris, a set of glasses, a NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC front cover, a better paying job, and, of course, thanks, to Wi lly, the enjoyment of kicking Gleason out of the car, and also, a great tour of The City , to Berg, see you this summer, and to Mark--my best! 63 .. ;£K. t -r. i m ;,;« v ' ;■. ' ' : ' : -. ' ' -■ iK: I i HMi •v ' • ,- ■•■ ' ; ill- (4 . ? - - ' ■U: 4 3 ' ., XTVscrcBGsi UPPER SCHOOL £ . J ' ' - ' Vur - i Becky Marler Terry Wurts JUNIOR Charles Ladlow Patti Re is CLASS d B Jenny Miller Cathy Crockett !k Michelle Nickelson Paul Valach ■ MT- ' S ' - - ' AIii..T.-.HC 1 to r Dudley Hoyt, Jim O ' Connor Vfc ' ..f.V-jj.-JT. s 1 to r Brit Etzold, Debbie Ziehm 67 Robert Snyder, Mitch Obele Marie deTamowsky, Sandra Burns SOPHOMORE CLASS 1. to r. Leslie Davison Jodi Molever Kate Patterson 1. to r. Phil Rosier Tony Taylor Jeff Haus. Courtney White Robert Bell Jenifer Crolitis 1. to r. Nick Paris, John Crockett, Jacques de Lisle Mark Bricklin Katy Polite 1. to r. Rhonda Eicher Lori Reynolds Martha Smith Brian Rose Larry Schoeffler . left: Scott Stevens right: Marianne Hagstrom left: Jane Hall right: Jason Mitchell left: Doug Barton right: De De MacFarland c L A S s ■i Betsy Ryan, Jan Lorant Stephen McEachern Randy Friend L m imm Hadley Baum Greg Hunter Ginger Irwin ivS- ' ' IQUmUHO RO L£AL - A PLAYA 4 Q m Raymond Greenlee Cindy Latish, Todd Gilmore Pierre deTamowsky Z ' 17. tjotnaresa Stephen Gates Mary Lynn Diethrich Bart Hechtman, Carol King Greg Haus, Fred Seavers ••  . L - M-. .1 i ' • J - ' ' ' ■ ' : r ; ,. «? 1s . 8 ■ ' -.5 ti . I 5- - •t; - r.vr ' --. ■c - t. ' ; L f r ■.■• i - ' . ' ; ACTIVITIES i . t I top: James Lincoln, 1 to r: Kate Patterson, Jan Lorant, Charles Ladlow, Jason Mitchell, president Steve Casselman, Leah Jacobson, Mr. Bob Wilson, Debra Ziehm, Willy Korp, Mrs. Chris English, Mr. Paul Schweikher. absent: Mr. David Raymond, Mr. Jim Roof, Mr. James Bruning ADVISORY BOARD The Advisory Board is this year ' s form of student government. It is new to the school. It was proposed last year and consists of 9 students and 6 faculty members. This board takes on the responsibilities of the old Student Council and Student Court. The Yearbook wishes you good luck! The Curriculum committee: Mr. Singer, Mr. Raymond, Mrs. Grove, Mr. Roof, Mr. Schweikher, Mr. Schluter, Mrs. Sykes, and Mr. Bruning are the teachers. Tim Olin, Scott Stevens, Jenny Miller, and Debbie Latish are the students. 78 back: Mr. Roof, Charles Ladlow, Debbie Latish, Debbie Ziehm, Li Wrigley, Jennie Miller, Mylessa Nickelson. front: Manuel Tancer, Barbara Baxter DEAN ' S COMMITTEE P.O.P. COMMITTEE 1 to r. Barbara Baxter, Manuel Tancer, Charles Ladlow, Mr. Houle, Kate Patterson, Mr. Bruning, Mr. Singer, Mrs. English top: Lynn Getz middle: Suzy Kerrigan, Blair Torrey, Trinka McCabe, Tuula Kaynee bottom: Ginger Irwin, Rhonda Eicher CHEER PURSUIT OF PERSPECTIVES 1976 It is the belief of the Upper School Faculty that each student should have an opportunity to gain different per- spectives in the academic field. For this reason, the Pursuit of Perspectives Program was initiated at Phoenix Country Day School two years ago. The purpose of this program maintains the academic standards that would be expected throughout the year, however, the approach is one that offers the student a greater independence and a more practical relationship to his study. The Pursuit of Perspectives is a three-pronged program. It offers: 1. Vocational Study--the student may worl and study with a professional in the Phoenix area. This vocational study may be directed toward business, law, medicine, government, or education. 2. Innovative Academics--the student may choose a campus program that would offer him the choice of curriculum that could not be offered during the school year. These courses are designed from an interest perspective as well as an intellectual one. 3. Travel--the student may be engaged in a travel program through the Language Department. The travel program is offered on the basis of student interest, and includes the study of Spanish and French in an area of the world where these are the native language. The entire month of January is devoted to this program. We believe it to be a valuable one for our students and a nec- essary one for the development of future curriculum in- novations. Students and Faculty have been involved in the offerings and organization of the Pursuit of Perspectives. 81 J ■ l m ' l!;; 83 c J r Copy editor- Li Wrigley Layout editor- My lessa Nickelson YEARBOOK STAFF John Cox Photography editor Business Manager- Tutila Kaynee f f ' r Editor-James Lincoln Magazine Staff, top: Irene Marcarelli, Tim Bock, David Gates, Susan Kerrigan, Debbie Latish. Paul Valach, Jaque de Lisle, bottom: JohnGleason, Charles Ladlow, DebraZiehra, Advisor KathySonderman. MAGAZINE As the new editor of IMPRESSIONS, I have tried to change the format from previous P.C.D.S. publications. The staff has tried to capture the impressions of the P.C.D.S. students and faculty. I hope these changes will make the magazine more enjoyable for the students, faculty, and parents. I wish to thank the staff for their efforts, the parents and advertisers for their support, and Mrs. Sonderman for her guidance. Without all of these people, this publication would not have been possible. -Debbie Latish Debbie Latish- Editor THE ARTS 86 . : . «- ■ : • i!-«a?:;asKa- S|g!!rrt • yg- .IBJUHIHLL.HII THE CRUCIBLE top: Chris Holland, Tim Bock, bottom: Keith Yavitt, Steve Casselman, Bill Jones, Billy Baxter, Willy Korp, Steve Smith, absent: Ken Zrike, Manuel Tancer Scott Stevens, James Lincoln, OF TODAY LETTERMAN ' S CLUB OF TOMORROW ATHLETICS K back row: Willy Korp, John Gleason, Rob Snyder, Scott Stevens, James Lincoln, Dave Gates, Chris Holland, Courtney White, Manuel Tancer. front row: Steven Gates, Mark Three Stars, Brian Rose, Greg Haus, Todd Gilmore. absent: Mitch Obele. SOCCER ■ji V fe 4s  MMP Mlato«dMW« I WATER POLO I 1 to r: Mike Forrestj Greg Haus, Fred Seavers, Mark Three Stars, Greg Hunter, Jan Lorant, Bill Baxter, Steve Casselman, Dudley Hoyt, Keith Yavitt, Steve Smith, Ken Zrike, Charles Ludlow, Tim Bock, Bill Jones. 94 95 1 to r. Mr. Bnining, Nick Paris, Paul Valach, Pierre deTamowsky, John Crockett 1. to r. Brit Etzold, Dudley Hoyt, Charles Ladlow, Willy Korp, Fred Seavers TRAP AND SKEET 96 « i m Hound, Tim, Ken, Mike, James, Brian, Scott, Nick, Steve, Billy, Mark, Greg BASKET BALL p . ' 14 i. ' v ' i Ik. . i i t f J J M 4 -4 a J ! l 1. to r. Jennie A4iller, Leslie Davison, Kate Patterson. Absent: Jane Hall IS 1. to r. John Cox, Randy Friend, Manuel Tancer, Willy Korp. 1. tor. Tony Taylor, Phil Rosier, Coach, Jim Walker, Jan Lorant, Bart Hechtman. 1. to r. front row: Steve Smith, Todd Gilmore, Steven Miller, Fred Seavers, Tony Taylor, James Lincoln, back row: Dudley Hoyt, Steve Casselman, Tim Bock, David Gates, Rob Snyder, Ray Greenlee. Coach, Mr. Singer i BASEBALL These are your basic pitches, and catches. back 1 to r: Leah Jacobson, Jane Hall, Marianne Hagstrom, Kimer Wadsworth, Laurie Wray, Jenny Rand, Marybeth MacFurland. front 1 to r: Ginger Irwin, Cynthia Latish, Felice Weiss, Cathy Tancer, Lynn Dietrich. I I All right you dumb. VOLLEYBALL 104 top row, 1, to r. : Jane Hall, Leah Jacobson, Jennifer Rand, Lori Wray, Anne Steiner, Mary Beth McFarland, Kimmer Wadsworth, Lorri Reynolds, Krlsta Magnussen, bottom row, 1. to r. : Cindy Latish, Lynne Dietrich, Felicia Weiss, Cathy Tancer, Lacy White, Cy nthia Tancer, Beth Melas. GIRLS BASKETBALL 75-76 106 C - W€ - j 107 1 to rt. - Jenny Rand, Dede MacFarland, Ginger Irwin, Marianne Hagstrom, Lynne Diethrich, Sandra Burns, Cynthia Latish, Laurie Wray, Felicia Weiss, Kimer Wadsworth, Tuula Kaynee, Cathy Robbins, Leah Jacobson, Lisa Rhind SOFTBALL gr ' ii - ' Trmm a i - -— - ' . ' ..Jv ' -;-- ' ' ■■■■ ' K ; muppp. Italian greetings Chests out, girls 1 to r, front row, Charles Ladlow, Keith Yavitt, Steve Smith, Jason Mitchell, Blair Torrey, Rhonda Eicher, Diane Lorant, Tim Bock, Monica Barahona, Cathy Tanev. ba ck row, Willy Korp, Bill Baxter, Rob Synder, Brit Etzold, Leah Jacobson. SWIMMING AND no DIVING m - ' ' ■ ' S?-V ;; -yj ' - ' ? . « . MIDDLE SCHOOL 1 to r: Jeff Bailey, Pat Celis. Glen Bean EIGHTH 1 to r: Linda Rosier, Marybeth MacFarland. 1 to r: Douglas Dalgeleish, Stuart Frische. Kevin Wilbuin GRADE 1 to r: Carrie Miller, Cathy Laflin. Lisa Jones „ P ■ -t 1 to r: Dianna Ziehm, Cynthia Tancer. 1 to r: Steve Louis, John Wainwright. 1 to r: Jenny Rand, Liza Nickerson. 1 to r: Faith Walsin, David Miles. 1 to r: Doug Swanson, Andy Gilburne. Jeff Johnston 1 to r: Matt Gregory, Phil Pan ' s, Don Singer. 1 to r: Lisa Rhind, Joanne Taylor. Ann Steiner Ronale Tucker Renee Stewart Kimer Wadsworth 1 to r: Billy Schulte, Stuart Frische. David Erlich Beth Melas 1 to r: Brian Batastini, Martin De Mai7o, Kevin Tucker. .v. Bill Bohlman .... ; MMMmk Julia Haus 1 to r: Jeff Weiss, Brent Vierk, JayO ' Conner, Mike Hard. Blake La Follette Andy Norris Jack Barbey Farley Weiss SEVENTH Crystal Scurr 1 to r: Gregg Hoffman, Stan Casselman. GRADE 1 to r: Theresa Bernard, Lacy White Phil Steiner Ronald Bryant Jessica Richter r 1 to r: Laurie Schoeffler, Carol Clendenin 1 to r: Arthur Luhrs, Henry O ' Riley list, liir 1 to r: Matt Jeazey, Jeff Kravetz 1 to r: John Fisher, Rick Gullen 1 to r: Sharon McCulloch, Stephanie Grady T i 1 to r: Natalie Pergeau, Ellen Smith, Krista Magnusson ■N? 1 to r: John Ellinwood, Jonathan Marshall 1 to r: Joe Phillips, Rob LeMarr 1 to r: Ben Brooks, Scott Tarone 1 to r: Robert Ross, Howard Besserman 1 to r: Bobby Simonds, Bill Wrigley 1 to r: Sara McEachem, Kevin Sack, Simeon Payne Jidie Brooks 1 to r: Melissa McGarry, Cindy Miles 124 SIXTH Jerry Day 1 to r: Jim Keefer, Rusty Jones Bro. Hayden GRADE 1 to r: Sam Gailey, Greg Elliot Scott Zimmerman ' smmm .. ■ d 0 :,KM W «W.v - ,.. , , , 1 to r: Annette Smith, Paige Baum, Eve Kokalis 1 to r: Gay Donahue, Karla Earnhardt Parker Brophy Eddie Shanken 1 to r: Robert Bernard, John Baccaccio, Michael DeMarzo 1 to r: Sarah Levitz, LibbyBean 1 to r: James Friend, Kevin Bricklin 1 to r: Annie Reis, Mindy Pozoretz, Jennifer Potter Julia Bxargess Ruth Barbey 1 to r: Karen Kolbe, Becky Haycox, Malcolm Clendenin 1 to r: Sharon Wechsler, Linda Mason, Julie Daniel • ; ■ 1 £i i r ' v?- ' - LOWER SCHOOL t to b: Eric Hagstrom, Greg Crane to to b: Sam Middleman, Karen Bean Chris Gray Bill Lundis Kent Stewart Wes Mason FIFTH GRADE 1 to r: Cindy Cohen, Nicola Sykes ■-■-■ 9 1 . ■ 1 . h . ■- 1 to r: Jennifer Hinchcliffe, John Pritchard 1 to r: Wendy Scurr, Jenny Jensen 1 to r: Scott Maling, John Tillotson, Jim Anderson top: Bobby Peirce 1 to r: David Shapiro, Steven Shapiro 1 to r: Greig McCuU-- h Allan Stearns 1 to r: Susan Pitre, Lizzie Reeves 1 to r: Anna Keefer, Vladimir Bolia ,,«•••■■■•; S ' 1 to r: Greg Kretzer, Worth Laflin, Dean Paris 1 to r: Mark Weiss, Dyann Fisher 1 to r: Pam Flores, Billy Carpenter 1 to r: Sharon Steckler, Will Kellogg 1 to r: Brett Lanuti, Elizabeth Dalgleish 133 1 to r: Patrick Brophy, Tim Wray, Michael Myers FOURTH GRADE Deborah Fox 1 to r: Carmel Long, Kim Rossman 1 to r: Greg Yanochik, Chip Henward 134 back: 1 to r: Brian Moss, Jessica O ' Kelley front 1 to r: Jill Kann, Chris Champion Lester Hirsch Nick Firestone 1 to r: Tanya Shaw, Katherine Chrisn an J2i36S ' ?T ■ ' ■ ' ' - — Liesl Veazey to r: Steven Cohen, Eddie Foster 136 Jon Neumann 1 to r: Tracy Hoffman, Karen Riggs 1 to r: Julie Jensen, Angie Christiansen, Kathleen Mallory 1 to r: Chris Biggs, Tammy, Ziehm Brent Bartsch 137 1 to r: Rob Withers, Jeff Maling 1 to r: Shannon Gray, Pamela Hinchcliffe THIRD GRADE 1 to r: Jonathan McBride, David Mason 1 to r: Jennifer Mellor John Mason John Marcarelli Danny Lesser ttli« '  • % 1 to r: Pamela HinchcliffeT P- ' r.obort -Circh: - Taylor Briggs 1 to r: Suzanne Peirce, Wendy Pitre 1 to r: Jennifer Schoeffler, Joshua Levy, Douglas Allsworth 1 to r: David Kolbe, Bert Getz Karen Pitre Lisa Firestone Allison Landis 1 to r: John Mason Brian Brophy Scott Bruning 1 to r: Audra Vinci, Chuck Superfon SECOND GRADE 1 to r: Eddie Omelas, Scott Tucker 1 to r: Stuart Giegling, Kathy Remillong, Natasha Haase 1 to r: Amy Biggs, Jennifer Evarts, Tim Phillips 1 to r: Stacey Taione, Kriston Limdberg 1 to r: Catherine O ' Kelley, Andrea Boltz 1 to r: Carey Marks, Brooke Sterling Hurst Dorman Cynthia Clendenin, Kevin Musick Randy Miller Jennifer Grosso 1 to r: first row: Steven Scott, Bret Hopper second row: Beau Barton, Toni Bifano 1 to r: Tim Phillips, Charlene Hovather Emily Chrism an 143 1 to r: Chad Rider, Maggie Roof FIRST G. T. Knight Jason Kokalis 1 GRADE 1 to r: Jimmy Jarko, William Allsworth 1 to r: Sarah Payne, Stacey O ' Donnell 1 to R: Jon Cowen, Catherine Baggot J I ' 1 to r: Mark Barnes, Jennifer Mason I -- sn Cricket Alexander ..  -.. Lara Sosnow Lisa Wiskeman fH Sk II! '  « y m ' 1 to r: John Milton Jason Schoeffler Marc Parker Daniel Donahoe 1 to r: Jana Rider Leslie Leach Catherine Withers KINDERGARTEN 1 to r; Lucy Paris Mark Chernoff 1 to r: Sean Whiskeman Troy Phillips 1 to r: Lindsey Christensen Kimberly Briggs 1 to r: Vincent Mortel Sean Alexander Tina Rizkallah 1 to r: Robin Hinchcliff e Todd Steltzer «r- Mr JBSV-- s ;.. « . top: Terri Stean 1 to r: Eleanora Vinci Sara McNeff Diana Witt 1 to r: Jeffrey Jacobs Garrett Kent 1 to r: Shane Gearty, Robin Barnes c it li! . V ' ' w I Kit f ■ ' : ¥ ' - - . F 1 ;V w ii ■ JU 1. to r. front row: Annie Reis, Julie Brooks, Annette Smith, Becky Haycox, Sharon McCulloch, Bill Bohlman. 1. tor. middle row: Linda Mason, Gay Donahoe, Jenny Rand, Cathy Laflin, Liza Nickerson, Joanne Taylor, Krista Magnusson, Arthur Luhrs. back row: Gordon Hardy, Douglas Dalgleish, Kimer Wadsworth, Laurie Wray, David Miles, Mary Beth MacFarland, Natalie Pergeau, Ellen Smith, Mrs. Judy Riden. MIDDLE SCHOOL CHOIR 152 ' ' h ' V ' Tj lvil mmsmmmm mmsm-g ' mm - im Ms m.%.f: i i l i.i! i ,S3txi ' ' X :im!mx . HONOR BAND ' •MBfe v • - ' .•■■t S- , MIDDLE SCHOOL PROJECT. BEGINNING A 154 this page for rent SPORTS 157 ■■■ ■ Wir ' %yi ' X ■m 158 Vg!SB i would like to thank ms. sonderman, yearbook advisor, and these special non-staffers: charles, debbie, cara, and peter, your assistance greatly facilitated the production of this yearbook i would like to thank brian, and tim for their sincere efforts in photography we would like to extend our gratitude and sincere appreciation to ms. english, and mr. raymond; your support made this yearbook a reality m,j, j w X I ADVERTISING DONORS Dr. and Mrs. Robert Barnes Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Bell Mr. and Mrs. John D. Burgess Mr. and Mrs. P. A. deTarnowsky Mr. and Mrs. Ira Ehrlich Mr. and Mrs. Donald E. Giegling Mr. and Mrs. Morris Gilburne Mr. and Mrs. John Putnam Mr. and Mrs. James V. Rose Mr. and Mrs. Richard Yavitt PATRONS Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Batastini William L.Etzold Mr. and Mrs. Nicholas J. Melas SPONSORS Mr. and Mrs. Clifton B. Cox Mr. and Mrs. Peter S. Firestone 162 J ' - ■• - J. THE GAMES PEOPLE PLAY... I i ' -. ' Ssr % ' % ' I ■I « i-TT K I i ; J ' 164 THE THINGS CHILDREN DO... wj f ' I 165 FAREWELL, MR. PIERCE Good-bye, Mr. Pierce, our fearless leader, thank you for devotion and energy. Good luck in all your pursuits. iV m REFLECTIONS OF MR. PIERCE before and The Class at 76 after PORTRAITS MASTER OF PHOTOGRAPHY ON HAPPY OCCASIONS I WEDDINGS GRADUATIONS ANNIVERSARIES BIRTHDAYS Town and Country - Phone 955-5110 . 2017 East Camelback . Phoenix, Arizona in authentic Polynesian cuisine and beverages graciously served in a quietly relaxing Oriental atmosphere SUPERB LUNCHEON 1 1 :30 am-2 :30 pm Monday thru Saturday DINNER 5 ;00 pm-1 1 :00 pm Seven Doys a Week TRAI ER VK ' S ON FAMED FIFTH AVENUE 7)11 Fifth Avenue - Scottsdole For Reservations - 945-6341 American Express, Carte Blanche, Diners ' Club and MosterCharge Cards Honored 168 Hxinteps T ' padin Post AMERICAN INDIAN CRAFTS BYRON JOAN HUNTER PHONE: 956-2732 TOWN a COUNTRY SHOPPING CENTER 2035 EAST CAMELBACK ROAD PHOENIX. 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First Avenue Scottsdale, Arizona 85251 to the Class of ' 76 172 To yield without conviction is no compliment to le understanding of either. -PRIDE AND PREJUDICE Move it, buster! m i Whistle while you work. Worth 1000 words? ' -J 173 left, Jennifer Gross-2 right, Tracy McCollum-5 ADDENDUM above left, Chris McCollum-3 above right Howard Bell-1 left, Arthur Sidell-k right, Peter Nadler-3 .-? Gordon Hardy- 7 Cathy Lewhel-9 right, Diane Lorant -11 Lorena Lobel-9 Ddl Doy Cnlerpf i e AT YOUR SERVICE! AIRCRAFTCLEANING. WASHING VW XING f « i ZZlC KT ROBERT BELL li BOX 834 CAREFREE, ARIZONA 85331 HI PHONE (602) 488-3379 CONGRATULATIONS LADLOW ' S TO THE CLASS OF 1976 Home Furnishings 4221 East Thomas Road FROM THE PARENTS ' ASSOCLATION Congratulations to the REMEMBER Class of ' 76 THE BICENTENNIAL COUNTRY FAIR . . . and best wishes to each of you (See Photos on Facing Page) for future happiness and success ' . 176 .r t« ' r ' «, -4-.- ris?«B t ' «M ! 3 - mes Lincoln Irene Marcarelli Mylessa Nickelson Jeannine Pickrell Walter Repenn ing Steve Smith David Steiner Manuel Tancer Li Wrigley Peter Wulsin Keith Yavi tt Ken Zrike Monica Barahona Barbara Baxter Mike Begam Tim Bock Steve Casselma n John Cox Photography Editor Cara Ganter David Gates Herb Hamilton Chris Hell and Tuula Kaynee Susie Kerrigan Willy Korp Debbie Latish James Lincoln t- - arcarelli Mylessa Nickelson Jeannine Pickrell Walter ' id Steiner Manuel Tancer Li Wrigley Peter ' ' Barahona Barbara Baxter Mike Beg er David Gates Herb Harail ' ' i Korp Debbie Latish ckrell Walter Wrigley ' e B ' • • t - i.a Baxter Mik . uer David Gates Herb Hamilto gan Willy Korp Debbie Latish James Lin p)f oKelson Jeannine Pickrell Walter Repenning Ste el Tancer Li Wrigley Copy Editor Peter Wulsin Keith jica Barahona Barbara Baxter Mike Begam Tim Bock Steve Cass Cara Ganter David Gates Herb Hamilton Chris Holland Tuula Kayne errigan Willy Korp Debbie Latish James Lincoln Editor Irene Marcarell .-jickelson Jeannine Pickrell Walter Repenning Steve Smith David Steiner Man uel Tancer Li Wrigley Peter Wulsin Keith Yavitt Ken Zrike Monica Barahona Barb ara Baxter Tim Bock Steve Casselman John Cox Cara Ganter Mike Begam David Gate s Herb Hamilton Chris Holland Tuula Kaynee Business Manager Susie Kerrigan Wil ly Korp Debbie Latish James Lincoln Irene Marcarelli Mylessa Nickelson Jeannin e Pickrell Walter Repenning Steve Smith David Steiner Manuel Tancer Li Wrigley Peter Wulsin Keith Yavitt Ken Zrike Monica Barahona Barbara Baxter Mike Begam Tim Bock Steve Casselman John Cox Cara Ganter David Gates Herb Hamilton Chris Holland Tuula Kaynee Susie Kerrigan Willy Korp Debbie Latish James Lincoln Ire ne Marcarelli Mylessa Nickelson Layout Editor Jeannine Pickrell Walter Repenni ng Steve Smith David Steiner Manuel Tancer Li Wrigley Peter Wulsin Keith Yavit t Ken Zrike Monica Barahona Barbara Baxter Mike Begam Tim Bock Steve Casselman John Cox Cara Ganter David Gates Herb Hamilton Chris Holland Tuula Kaynee Susi e Kerrigan Willy Korp Debbie Latish James Lincoln You did very well. 181 This year Phoenix Country Day welcomed John Levy, a former graduated student, as poet in residence. While attending P. C. D. S. , he actively participated in both academic and athletic programs. In particular, he enjoyed representing Country Day as an undefeated wrestler. After his graduation in 1969, he attended Oberlin College in Ohio. It was there that he refined and extended his appreciation for the literary arts. After subsequent travel, he has returned to P. C. D. S. , where he is encouraging the lower and middle school students to create their own poetry. He finds pleasure in reading, traveling, attending the theater, and obviously, writing poetry. A selection of his work follows. The creations of the students themselves appear immediately after. 1 182 About Last Night Apology lumbers into the room and begs for- giveness for not being sonata. You smile as if there ' s nothing lame. Apology forgets each step toward you felt clumsy. Apology admits I feel close to what I also regret. Apolo gy advances, whispering, cooing. John Levy 183 Butterfly how come you land in my hair Amy Kindergarten from class collaborated poems: I used to be a William, but now I ' m a valentine. first grade I wish I was a dog so I wouldn ' t have to do my chores I wish I was a tree so birds could live in me I iised to be a G.I. JOE but now I ' m a JAWS second grade I wish I was Snoopy so I could dance to the Music on Charlie Brown every year I wish 1 was Snoopy so I could play with Woodstock. third grade 184 I feel like a book being read. Sue fifth grade 1 feel like a big smile Scott fifth grade I understand not Things 1 used to like. They seem to rot Before my eyes. Alas! 1 am alone, I care not for The seeds 1 have sown In life. 1 wish 1 still had him My father. Alas! My life without him Is very sad. 1 used to have One with whom to play Now I don ' t Sadness I display. Malcolm Clendenin sixth grade Stars are diamonds falling motionless in the sky. Stars are splinters of a glass table being swept up on a sheet of black paper. Stars are light bulbs in a socket on the wall turned on by the black darkness of the room. Rob LeMarc seventh grade 185 r A HORSE A horse is like a best friend. You can depend on a horse to help you sometimes. A horse is very affectionate if she trusts you. She is some-one you can talk to for a long time. Faith Wulsin eighth grade From somewhere far away a beautiful sound floated through the air and settled on a branch. Kathy and Karen eighth grade We used to run and laugh together climb trees and sing songs ride horses on the mountains and go camping on weekends. We did everything together but now it seems as if we can ' t even talk to each other. There seems to be such a big dif- ference between us now. I try to understand her but it ' s just not the same Renee Stewart eighth grade 186 ,l Mik- Mjh: - N- ' « V ' ; .S ' ' ' - ' Sy-: Ni: y ' W  -7 y: i f wy|iwypwwil WfM mm BALLOON MAN an increasingly suspicious morning lined with gray cold clouds Balloon man whistles attempted to swallow me whistling eyes aflame succeeding to pull me out of bed children among leaving my dreams to fade into the pillow. where from he came endless amour as if one day the rain beat hard against my window He was: musky feelings rose inside in love with balloons I gave in why? and the day hurried me off to school because. continueing to press its full weight upon me until I was in despair and quite exhausted. cara closing my eyes along with the day slowly darkness pulled its shadow over the light the overpowering night sent me off to fantansises and mysteries unknown boggling my mind Stay awhile. All right, 1 will, unable to waken And try to ease the pain, but- until his command Not forever; only for awhile. afraid, I ' ll face tomorrow Only until the sun rises, And then I must go. Susan Please, explain it again, how does it feel? You are all right, you ' re sure? No, don ' t go, wait. . . I. . . I don ' t understand. All ' s well that ends. Well, Endings must always come, And life ' s beginning must never end While there are endings to be begun. In my end is my beginning. . , The door opens both ways. Love leaves a small opening to see through, And memories always remain. So begin in your ending. We shall continue in our beginning; And the end of our ending — When we finish beginning-- Will show us tlj jjBnding is good And all ' s well. — with fond memories and love. The delicate scent of orange blossoms fills the evening in springtime. The pansies smile at me from the garden ' s borders. What a bright welcome! Yellow butterflies flit to and fro among the flowers, not stopping. Anonymous 189 Illusion I fell in to a pool of blue Upon a peacock ' s shining tail- Into a world of green and gold, With trim of lace and fairy-tale. A crystal dandelion grew And shattered in the first soft breeze; The seeds fell back into the earth Up in the sky, among the trees- With fingers dainty as the night She grasped the sky and held it there, A silver Broach on velvet green. Her olive hands fondling the air. I woke again and saw the sky Of shimmering, powdered egg-shell blue; The trees of brown, the grass of green. I wonder still which world was true. Debra Shadow of Beauty Is there anything more beautiful than the petals of a flower :unfolding The moth flitters quickly In the night sky, and With his last fleeting breath Dreams to reach the stars. A blade of grass ■.bending (under the weight of eons :raining) Aspirations The fragile moth formed of dust, Flutters freely in the wind, Seemingly content to stay Near the earth in his brief life. Yet who knows what dreams he holds- Sparks of thought within his heart. Flashes of hope, alive but a bit. Only to disappear unheard. A lonesome bird :circling the sky (desolate of fear and pain ) ? Or : a shadow of love on the window sill; where many loves have lain? 190 AT ONCE IF EVER I DIE The thing that is important to me now is not: the reality of god or angels (i don ' t care as long as i can touch the sky) and not the theory of evolution or some mental patient ' s idea of the future as it stands in his mind (which by the way is still hung up on the stock market crash of 1929 !) or even the scientific explanation (behind) the emergence of a winged and wonderful wander ing butterfly . . . from an ugly, brown cocoon. No: i dont care if the wind moves southeast at 8. 10 miles per hour and the days depend on electrical power (for all i know: there would be no daylight at all, per say, if america turned off all its switches :AT ONCE) I want just to have the security of knowing, i can blink my , eyes , tickle a dande- lion (touch the sky) and out of j oy start crying. if ever i die if ever i leave (here) Suddenly! and without warning . . . like a storm; laugh at my departure giggle at my demise. Don ' t let the edges of your smile droop down ward into despair, inch those quivering edges into a smile and don ' t let it collapse ' cause (when you do) i think i will die inside for good. Until then, my mind is still romping in grass roots and dandelions and grasping at butter- flies . , . so let it remain at peace smile at my still body and know that it is happy with in. 191 Jtl This page is for MRS. ENGLISH so she can have all the room she needs. 5 193 It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those timid souls who know neither victory or defeat. Theodore Roosevelt (HH) 194 Congratulations Class of 76 We hope that the end of your high school career and your future, prove to be very successful Val and Willy 195 Thanks, Tuula for always being there — to share in the fun- or to just listen. . . Smiles take so little and mean so much. . . Thank-you Mrs. E.-- for always knowing what to say and for understanding Thanks, James for being there when I ' ve needed a friend- - and for jtist being you. . . Thank-you Mr. Roof for your inspiration and encouragement — and for believing in me. . . ' ' 0bs-. fin k A mtfy Wmr Thanks, Manuel for caring enough to always be there with a smile and some cheerful pessimism. r ■•fit Thanks, Steve for never being too busy to listen. . . t ' Thanks, Peter for all your help and for your perpetual, crazy happiness. 196 , — V tl , X ' KCs XtSV -T f aff. Time goes by As you sit still The moments we have spent Though brief in time Are eternal memories Reflections of thoughts Like a mirror You have inspired many And I ' m one of them A friend in time CHAO Take it easy. A simple thought Is never done 197 Since I have a mother whose many interests keep her excited and occupied. Since I have a mother who interacts with so many people that she has a real feeling for the world. Since I have a mother who has always been strong through any period of suffering. Since I have a mother who is a complete person, I have always had a model to look up to. And that has made it easier for me to develop into an independent woman. -Sx:isan Polis Schutz You know how I feel you listen to how I think you understand. . . you ' re my friend. -Susan Polis Schutz Thaiiks Mom for so much. . . I love you. -Li Never let the waters slow down their pace I ' ll ride with the tide until I find my place, For those who have helped me along the way Thanks for smiling, sharing, guiding, laughing, caring, and being you. Special Thanks to: Chris, Debbie, Tuula, Valerie, Willy, Mark, Monica, Mr. Schweikher, Mrs. English, Mrs. Sonderman, and Mr. Roof. - Susie 198 At least humans don ' t stand in the comer and shed their feathers. . . c.n. . . .but that ' s feudalism!. . . That ' s why it ' s under FEUDALISM. . . l.r. i ' m in love again. .. s.d. , b.m., m.n. , etc. something ' s wet Well i should hope so. . . e.g. Oh, mylessa, i forgot. . . b.m. BEAR CHRISTOLOGY nymphos, bimbos, nimbos. . . c.e. my lovable teddy bear always. . .mark Hey, you wanna injure my olives? e.g. U ' ' Even after the departure of the class of ' 76, there will be plenty of nuts on campus. 199 Along the many roads I have traveled, looking for something hard to grasp, something I can hold forever, this is what I have found in you. Not in between the trees, or underneath the rocks. but in you, and I always keep it near inside of me. Thanks for all the love and care you have given me, for all the memories I will hold, and for all the things that we have done together. To John with all my love ! Thanks to all my friends and teachers who have made this year very special to me. Monica GOOD-BYE FOREVER TO THE PIT Many thanks to: Mr. Schwelkher, Mr. Roof and Mrs. Sykes Jeannine 200 !«l ' f «