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

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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

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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

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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