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

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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

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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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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