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

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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

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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

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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