Cascade High School - Ketochi Yearbook (Cascade, MT)

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system for his truck, so the dead my rest in peace. To Matt Savoy I will my Kay Caldwell decoder ring: maybe he can find out what she’s all about. To Lisa Allee I will my driver’s license; at the rate she’s going it wouldn’t hurt to carry an extra one. I, Paul K. Plummer, being of backward mind and stout frame, will the above mentioned articles to the above mentioned people. I, Matthew Shawn Savoy, will to Mr. Sept, my easy-going personal- ity. To Christy Caldwell and Paula Barnhorst I will, because I love them both. To Lisa Allee, I will my love and my truck so she won’t have to be seen in George anymore. Finally to Blair Patton, I will my pole vaulting ability and my underwear so he will no longer wear ones with hearts on them. I, Teri Maxwell, being of intelligent mind and bodacious physique, will to Monica McKamey and Adana Pepos, the ability to realize that they are only Freshmen. To my studyhall buddies Hoser and Barnie I will mine and Kathy’s thrones at our favortie table in studyhall. To Jodi I will all my cleavage because maybe with hers and mine together we’ll be able to fit into a size A. And lastly I will to all my Senior classmates all the luck, love, and laughter that life has to offer them. I, Christine Cay Caldwell, being of educated mind and Grinch body, will to my sister Kay, my position at first clarinet and my Susie nickname since she’s the true homemaker. To Darren, a train ticket to Colstrip so he can get a suntan from the RAYS, and my ability to go to the bathroom on a train without falling out the door. To Kersten, Traci, and Pam, my bruises from those awe- some cheerleading pyramids. And to Quent I will my mattress company since he’ll definitely get more use out of it than I ever will. I, Jaye Strandell, will my pair of coveralls to Tom Doty. I will to my cousin, Ross Marquis, a good year when he becomes a Senior. To the Juniors I leave an early case of senioritis. To the faculty I leave a bottle of Pepto-Bismol in fond memory of the great class of 1984. 18

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will my thanks because she’s the best choral teacher. And to may teachers I will my thanks for putting up with me. I, Darren Robert Collins, being of extremely gifted mind and desirable body do hereby bequeath to Mr. Banhorst my used gum and only detention in my high school career. To Darren Newman I leave my brain for obvious reasons. To the mosquitos of Mon- tana I leave my cunning so they may evade Mr. Sept’s wrath. To Curt Gifford I leave an accurate speedometer. I leave my sister to all the leaches who are constantly after her. I, Casey Nicholson, being of demented mind and imperfect body, will to Scott Van Ness a real car so he can pick up a real woman. To Rob Martinson I will a ride to the moon on the space shuttle since that’s the only place he fits in all his moonman clothes. To Mike Windecker I will my old spot on the football team, Left Out. And to all you wild and crazy girls out there, I WILL!!! I, Monica Fox being of intelligent blond mind and foxy body, will to Vernon Grismer the ability to sit through 180 long days of study hall and not get a simple detention. To Kim Nicholls, I will my locker because she told me to. To Mr. Gebhardt, I will the ability to distinguish a female voice. And to Mr. Robbins (Dad), I will my ability to keep a cool head under the most stressing of moments. I, Daniel Patrick Harris, being of witty mind and lanky body, will to everyone who loves it, my African bird call. To Miss Rose, I will two of mine and Lisa’s trainees from the freshmen class so she won’t feel deprived of her favorite brown nosers. To Lisa, my abililty NOT to fall down the Great Falls High bleachers. To Mr. Allen I will my memory of the last Harris to graduate from CHS. And finally to Quent, my ability to act like a human being. I, Allan Maxwell, being of above average mind and below average body will to Quentin Rhoades the ability to find his own. To Wes Sparrow, my drivers license. To Ross Marquis, I will my position in basketball as Left Bench Warmer. To Paula Barnhorst, I will cherish it. And in retort to Kevin Stuart Moore’s will of a year ago, Ha, Ha, Ha. I am still laughing. To Terry Chase I will an exhaust 17

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I, Lance Styren, being of tired mind and similar body will to Mr. Gebhardt, the ability not to be on the telephone when you need him, and the ability to cut a piece of wood straight. To Mr. LaLi- berty I will the ability to weld. To Penney, I will the nickname “Fuzzy”. I, Jackie Lee Grismer, being of semi-sound mind and body, will to my baby brother the ability to get along with Mrs. Nicholson. To Kandi McGee, I will my baby brother (I have no use for him). To Laurie Day I will my ability to chew gum in math without getting caught. And to Mr. Woody I wll my blue and green nail polishes, considering how fascinating they are. I, Scott Van Ness, of perverted mind and out of shape body, will to Morten the ability to go to a ZZ Top concert without earplugs. To Rob Martinez, the abilitly to go out for an expensive dinner with- out getting butter spilt on his tux and slipping on ice and ripping his pants. To Cyros, the ability to remember who your parents are and visit them at least once a month. I, Larry Wood, being of sound mind and overworked body, will my personal flare at programming to Mrs. Moore. To the staff I will a Norelco air freshner so that anyone entering the teacher’s lounge can see and breathe. To Rick Bogden I will my ability to survive mechanic contests so that he might win a contest in the future. To Mark Malady I will my ability to handle two cans of Cervesa without throwing up. I, Paula “Smurfette” Barnhorst, being of short mind and smurfy body, will to Traci Collins the ability to be the official “bright moon” on all the basketball trips. To Julie Jurich, I will my great eating habits. To Kersten Lersbak, I will the ability to be able to tell the difference between a closet door and hallway door in hopes she doesn’t ever embarrass herself as I did. To my brother John, the ability to make his own bed and learn that you don’t fry steaks in the oven and that he may be able to put up with my dad for the rest of his high school years. And most importantly I will Allan Robert Maxwell my hand. 19