Lovington High School - Mirror Yearbook (Lovington, IL)

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Jeff Krauel ‘‘Watch out, John Travolta!” Pam Maycroft “Dumbo” Lorri McKinney “Mac Apply foot in mouth.” Amy Newberry “How do I spell relief? M-A-Y-25.” Penny Newberry “Life is too short to go through it crying, so live it up, laugh it up, and just keep on trying.” Terry Owen “Shorty” Roger Newlan “Now, Mr. Mayo, if we could only have another day out.” Bill Parr “Willie” 29

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Pete Frost “No more Frosts in the morning.” Joanna Gentry Hey you guys, did I ever tell you about the time I watched Barnaby Jones?” Pat Hendrix “Ready for the weekend, to get down and party.” Brian Forbess Ronda Hodge Gary Jackson “Hey, Carolyn, have you “No comment.” thought of something to put under your Senior picture?” Sabrina Johnson “If you love him set him free. If he comes back you were meant to be. If he doesn’t, there are other fish in the sea.” John Jones “Thank God.” David Kidwell Dave” “You’re not the only one with a nickname, Joanna.” 28

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Senior Will We, the members of the Lovington High School Class of 1979, being of sound mind and body, and believing in the certainty of our near departure from the afore said school, do hereby make and declare this instrument of writing to be our last will and testament as seniors and students of Lovington High School. I, Alice (Sandifer) Barnard, leave Lovington High School some hope for a better future than my past. We, Scott Bicknell and Tony Brown, leave Mrs. Thompson relieved. I, Fred Clark, leave my father four and a half more years as a school board member. I, Lorri Clark, leave Amy Fitzgibbons, Sherri Cook, and Jan Grant my ability to get wild and crazy and live to tell about it. I, Scott Clarkson, leave Mr. Toepfer the half cent of gas he lost in Chicago. I, Curt Clough, leave Lovington, High. I, Jim Coslow, leave Lovington High School in hopes of never returning. I, David Creek, leave my sister Cindy the ability to do less than I did and still graduate. I, Cherie Crutchfield, leave. I, Neil Dettling, leave the Lovington Correctional Center knowing that I am fully reformed. I, Mark Dodd, leave Mr. Mayo the stupid bumps to drive over. I, David Edrington, leave all underclassmen the ability to tear up the school and never get caught, just like me. I, Debbie Elzy, leave Mr. Gullick my two sisters yet to go through high school, and they’re both as rowdy as I am. I, Lisa Fair, leave feeling sorry for those of you who still have time to serve. I, Pat Fitzgibbons, leave Dan Griffin the time to count all the good times I had at L.H.S. I, Jeff Foley, leave Mr. May a book titled, “How to Be a Principal.” I, Brian Forbess, leave. I, Pete Frost, leave Stoge, Bob, Ace and the rest of the gang all the good times and a winning football team. I, Joanna Gentry, leave Mr. Mac three more inexperienced females for his advanced millwork class. I, Pat Hendrix, leave Butch Hendrix to finish the rest of his years at L.H.S. (hopefully somewhere else). I, Ronda Hodge, leave Lana Ozier one more Wholesome year at L.H.S.” I, Gary Jackson, leave around ten dollars to fix up the school. I, Sabrina Johnson, leave all my grey hairs to the one who finds them on the floor first. I, John Jones, leave in hopes that someone will be able to “handle Mrs. Solt’s ac-id. I, Dave Kidwell, leave the teachers of L.H.S. a student even brighter than I am. On second thought, this school already has a sufficient supply of burned out light bulbs. I, Jeff Krauel, leave telling Miss Cooke, “Meilleure chance, la prochaine fois, ma cherie.” I, Pam Maycroft, leave Sandy Ellis, Dana Wall, and Donna Cole in hopes that the next time they try to rob a bank the alarm won’t go off. I, Lorri McKinney, leave Brenda Davis, Dawn Stevens, and Laurie Krauel room to grow on. I, Amy Newberry, leave Dana Wall, Sandy Ellis, Lana Ozier, and Donna Cole the Riviera so they can go Reetin’. I, Penny Newberry, leave my ability to party to Tonia Stovall, my ability to party and pompon to Carol Wesolek and my ability to party, pompon, and twirl to anyone who thinks they can handle it. I, Roger Newlan, will my cafeteria working abilities to anyone who is dumb enough to take them. I, Terry Owen, leave the Junior Class a play director for their Senior year. I, Bill Parr, leave, seeking revenge on those who made me read this will. I, Carolyn Phillips, leave Dennis Garmon and Phil Parrish my nickname “Bozz”, since they’re the ones who gave it to me. I, Lisa Probus, leave L.H.S. to keep doing the three best things in my life. I, John Smith, make like a tree and leave. I, Ronda Tarr, leave Amy Newberry, Pam Maycroft, and Becky Woodard each a lifetime supply of combs, so they will never be without. I, Mark Trower, leave Mr. Groothuis the opportunity to kick someone else out of class. I, Jay Tusing, leave Mrs. Dannewitz with ten new bass singers. I, Connie Wood, leave Donna Cole, Sandy Ellis, and Dana Wall in hopes that the next time they take a night drive through the country, some other couple will save them. I, Becky Woodard, leave Sandy Ellis, Dana Wall, and Donna Cole a supply of toy guns from K-Mart. I, Susy Young, leave to Lovington High School what they gave me-nothing. We, the class of 1979, leave: Mr. Bell many thanks for sticking with us for six long years. Mrs. Bolsen in hopes that she has as good a track season next year as she does this year. Mr. Boyd a super-sonic bus so he can survive another winter. Miss Cooke a yearbook staff that is willing to work and who knows what they’re doing. Mrs. Dannewitz a chorus class that is as nice as she is. Mr. Deitemyer a band class that “Don’t Talk”. Mrs. Dunscomb a free pass to all the rock concerts. Mrs. Foley an automatic fan to ventilate her room after noon hour. Mr. Groothuis a name that is easy to pronounce. Mr. Gullick in hopes that he may write his own “Trivia” book. Mrs. Gullick a room upstairs so she won’t feel left out. Mr. MacGregor a wardrobe of coveralls that come in a rainbow of colors. Mr. Mayo new groovy “people” to “bop” down the hall. Mr. Morgan an art class that doesn’t destroy anything. Mr. Peadro a health class with all first names so he won’t call them by their last names. Mr. Schwartz a football team that all earn purple face masks. Mr. Solt an animal trainer so she’ll always have a babysitter for “the Beezer”. The Secretaries, taking their quality office help with us. Mrs. Thomas her own school! Mrs. Thompson in hopes that everything will be “O.K.”. Mr. Toepfer a lifetime supply of “Boloney”. Mrs. Uphoff a class that is as interested in U.S. History as she is. Mrs. Yallaly the joy of seeing us, 90% of the reason for her overdue books, leave. Mrs. Winger in hopes that no one gets “Cutsie” with her. Class of 80 three more years as underclassmen so they can grow up. Class of 81 the position of “senior” next year. Class of 82 Skippy Peanut Butter. 30