Eckerd College - Logos Yearbook (St Petersburg, FL)

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last WiH atrt Roses One dark rose in a wild garden grew Vith none but red, and red, and red; And because its clothes vere a darker hue. Found no connection in that bed; So knowing of directions only two, Let fall the petals from its head : A rose is a rose when a rose is dead. Anonymous Never allow school to interfere with your eductation. Mark Twain Kyle Amon 1, Max R. Bricka, being of waterlogged mind and windblown hair leave : Rescue 2 ' s engines to Murray , the problems at the V.F. to Jen, my timing light to Brad, an everlasting ski trip to Watch B, and a tremendous college tab to rny parents. But most of all, I leave my love for Stacey for all to see, envy, and enjoy, forever. Max R. Bricka You can ' t always get what you want, You can ' t always get what you want, You can ' t always get what you want, But if you try sometimes, You just might find, You just might find, You get what you need. Rolling Stones Stefano Carissimo To Cling-Free, I leave sole control of Clint Don ' t forget the traditional CB ' s, and Cling, you haven ' t seen the last of m ! ! To the rest of Blakley House, I leave you Howie. Steve Frew I, Charlotte Kondracki, being of sound mind and boogieing body here to bequeath the following : To the Surf and Paully , I leave my backrubs. To the girls of Knox (and Lisa), I leave my favorite pastimes : dancing and sunning. To Larry , I leave my Miami music : I ' ll miss my dancing buddy, Champ! And to my friends, I thank you for the best memories of my life, best of luck always. Charlotte Kondracki To Dr. Re ynolds, I leave my invertebrate collecton, complete with scar patterns, as well as immeasurable thanks for all the help, knowledge, and guidance you ' ve given unselfishly . To Dr. Ferguson, I leave gratefulness for all I ' ve learned. To Drs. Roess, Trexler, and Haines, don ' t worry , I won ' t leave biology . To Dr. Jennings, I leave ALOHA! To Doc Rock, I leave BUGS! To Bill Covert and Lynn Russell, I leave best wishes. To Nadine, I leave shells with holes and the Bellows (here ' s to the future). To Valeed, Chris, Andy , Bob, and Rich, I leave years of cardiovascular health. . . . To Jeannie, I leave dresses and high heels. To Jim K., Karen M., Ted B., Howard R., and Mary D., I leave every ounce of fortune the future can hold for you. To Kim B., Dr. Johnston, Megurn, and Irie-san: Arigate gozaimashita. To Eckerd College, I leave unwillingly ! Shana Smith I TV T

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To my brother Mark, I leave my ability to show up to class six times and still get a ' B without classnotes. To Mark and Dave, I leave all the entering freshmen girls of ' 88 and ' 89. To rising Junior and Senior males, I leave Jen, Michelle, Sandy , and Tracy : Are they as innocent as they lead you to believe?!? To Jen and Michelle, I leave my room, Ibsen 24. And most importantly , I leave my car to Mark! Good Luck! Laura Ringley Nov what?! Let ' s get the hell outta here! Andrea, Melissa (and James) : I love you all! ! A child stands motionless, He holds a bottle in his hands, There ' s a ship in the bottle, He stares at it with eyes that do no t blink, He wonders where a tiny ship can sail to if it is held prisoner in a bottle. Fifty years from now you will find out, Captain Martin, for the sea (large as it is) is only another bottle. Richard Brautigan Joellyn M. Ferguson . . . but those who hope in the Lord will i renew their strength. They will soar on wongs like eagles; they will run and not grow weary ; they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40 :31 Melinda Nykamp Being of sound mind and body , I, Jeanie Connell bequeath my estate to the following recipients : To Tammy Vredwoogd (my loving roommate), I leave rny hamster Retard , my replenishing envelopes, and all the food in my refridgerator. To Tom Vest, I leave all of rny books, (they ' re all from your class!) To Katy Townsend, I leave my pictures of Mister Wonderful . To Fred Savage (my love), I leave a case of Copenhagen, whatever food Tammy doesn ' t eat, and my little Escort, and all the fishing tackle I own. Jeanie Connell To Skip Bradley , I leave my Elvis posters, Jason postcard, and Death handkerchief. To Chase Smith, I leave enough car wax for him to wax his car every Saturday morning. To Rob Rodgers, I leave a clue. To Rich McNair, I leave my radio and shirts that he already has. Russ Newman My Eyes rs blind, but I can see, The snowflakes glisten on the trees, The sun no longer sets me free, I feel the snowflakes freezing me. . . Dreams that have shattered, May not have muttered, Take another point of view. Eric Buzz Yaskot