El Paso High School - Cometeer Yearbook (El Paso, IL)

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Class Will I, CAROL ALLEN, leave Sandy, Starr and Jane knowing that some day my candy bar will be gone. I, KATHY ALLEN, leave my red-ball jets to Sharon and Karen Miller. I, CHUCK ARBUCKLE, leave my brother to take my place in shop. I, DAVE ARMSTRONG, leave hoping Sandy, Susan and Duke Davison find a new ride to school. 1, BETTY AYLWARD, leave knowing there is always something worth waiting for. I, JOE BAKER, leave L. J. my uniform if he promises not to get it wet. I, LINDA BAKER, leave E.P.H.S. knowing I finally made it. I, LOIS BARKER, leave my love for Math to anyone who is capable of handling it. I, DAN BENEDICT, leave my seat on the bench next to Coach Wolf to Gary Raymer and Tom Stauter. I, PAT CAREY, leave with the thought of never returning. I, ANNE CLEARY, leave to live the ultimate. 1, RICK COX, leave my pole vaulting ability to Mike Cleary. I, DON CRAIG, just leave. I, KEN CRAWFORD, leave my short hair to Mr.Wolf. I, CYNDI CRUMP, leave my old cast to some other unfortunate soul who happens to fall out of a truck. I, MIKE DELANEY, leave my ability to foul in a basketball game to Steve Young. I, ARTHUR DRAKE, leave my acting ability to anyone who feels like a wishy-washy guidance counselor or a miser who needs to be reformed. I, GARY DRESSLER, leave my perfect attendance in P.E. to Dave Cline. I, TOM EDWARDS, leave for further enjoyment of school. I, JEFF FAULK, leave. I, RANDY FAULK, leave my masculine body to whoever wants it. I, DENISE FEVER, leave Lawrence Welk to Mary Cleary. Uh one-a, uh two-a. I, DENISE FEVER, leave Mr. Schwab a trash masher. I, ROBERT FICKEN, leave my intelligence to Mark Mahaffey. I, CHUCK GARRELS, leave 25 gallons of propane to my cousin Charlie, providing he burns it in the Munchinkin. I, SUSAN HAAS, leave remembering all the good times, forgetting all the bad. I, THERESA HAAS, leave Connie Tipler my old gym shoes so she won't have to wear her new ones to work. I, KAREN HARMS, leave with wings on my feet and relief in my heart. I, DEE HARRAWOOD, leave cool, calm and collected after 4 years of hair-raising adventure. I, FLOYD HARRAWOOD, leave my quiet ways to the noisy Freshmen. I, DOUG HARROUN, leave my sparring partner, Mr. Kays, to Mark Mahaffey. I, MIKE HASTY, leave my athletic abilities to Matt Hynes and the Snyder twins. I, PAT HINTHORNE, leave, I hope. I, COLLEEN HODEL, leave, hoping Mr. Schwab finds someone else to argue with during his free time. I, SUSIE HUNSINGER, leave my space in the parking lot to anyone who thinks they can handle it. I, CRYSTAL JAKOB, leave hoping if you ride with someone to school, you will get here on time. I, MIKE JOHNSON, leave. I, BEV JORDING, leave my sexy smile to joy jarman. I, BUTCH JORDING, leave my ability to smash fingernails to anyone with feminine fingers. I, DAVE KAUFMAN, leave the Mool brothers my green Minnesota tennis shoes. I, SUE KAYS, leave my gym socks for next year's team to Starr Yount. I, DAN KEARFOTT, leave my good looks, charm, sex appeal, flirtatious ways and shyness in a shoe box in locker 81. I, KAY KINDGON, leave wondering — is that MY transmission? I, JANICE KNAPP, leave my nerve pills to Jill. I, JOHN KNEPP, leave my acting ability to any devil who wants to try it. I, GENE KOOS, leave my Spanish book to John. I, DUANE KRUG, leave knowing that Mr. King will miss me in 18-19 mods study hall. I, JOWANDA LEDFORD, leave El Paso headed for a Grace-filled life. I, TONY MALCOM, leave all my friends and peaceful ways to settling arguments to Ray Dirks. I, DONNA MARTIN, leave in my truck to become a Carr. I, DON MILLER, leave my P.E. clothes to Larry Wadsworth. I, PAM MILLER, leave wishing I could take a special someone with me. I, DEB MOBERLY, leave my Ford to anyone who is stupid enough to take it. I, SHARI MOOL, leave to become a Partner. I, TERRY MORGAN, leave my artistic ability to Kay Kelsey. I, DOUG NOHREN, leave Friday nights to Mark Mahaffey, hoping he can get along without Porky and me. I, BRUCE NORTH, leave Mr. Hertel the peace and quiet he deserves. I, RON PORTH, leave E.P.H.S. after 4 years of dedicated service, knowing everyone is going to miss me. I, TERRY PUNKE, leave the back seat of my Super-Six to Rastus. I, KATHY REDENIUS, leave my 29 volumes of College English notes to Mrs. Besse to complete her reference section in the library. I, CHARLES ROBBINS, leave nothing. I, ROGER SAULCE, leave to Mr. Schwab my ability to drink the chabeau neuf du Pape. I, VICKI SCHLATTMAN, leave Frankie to anyone who can put up with her. I, CHARLES SCHRECK, leave the title Larry Love to Steve Armstrong, who is really better qualified. I, LEROY Sizemore SERVIS, leave, knowing Chas. Van Scyoc will take care of Southern Bell for Chuck Garre Is. I, SHARON SPARKS, leave my lost gold 1971 class ring, black onyx stone, size 11 to rush away in some crack in the gym. I, CONNIE STEPHENS, leave my ability to stay out of trouble to the Armstrong boys. Good luck, boys! I, SHARON SUTTON, leave to see if Ford has a better idea. I, SUSAN SWANSON, leave my height to Morgan Brown so that El Paso can have a champion team again and a player taller than Kerin Jabbar. I, LOREN VAN SCYOC, leave my luck with girls to some shy backwoods guy. I, RODNEY WOLFE, leave my noon hour abilities to Loren Breach. I, MIKE YOUNG, leave my seat in the front of study hall to Duke Davison, Mike Cleary and Dave Kitchell. We, THE SENIOR GIRLS OF 6 and 7 MOD P.E., leave our stack of swimming excuses to Mrs. Rodgers. We, DAN BENEDICT, JOE BAKER, JOHN KNEPP, AND RICK COX, leave, still wondering who the Dud really is. We, the 8, 9, and 10 BOOKKEEPING CLASS, leave Mrs. Banks peace and quiet. We, SUSY AND CRYSTAL, leave Mr. Grose, know-we will never be forgotten. We, DEE, JOWANDA and BETTY, leave locker 78 to anyone who can cram three coats, and a year's supply of used notebook paper — who needs it?