McCluer North High School - Polaris Yearbook (Florissant, MO)

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180 Faculty Lee Drederichs, Drivers E Flo Garifo, School Nurs Jeanne Garofalo, Soci Peggy Gies, Home Economics Delores Graham, Senior © Principe Carol Greer, Library Ai Marlene Gustafsen, litle Susan Benassi: “Ruffian, our Weimaraner, has great big eyes and long ears, the kind you could pet all day. Her short tail goes non-stop when you call her name. She loves to jump up to give you a big kiss and chew on your ear at the same time. “One of her talents is getting the newspaper every day, rain or shine, as long as there's a reward waiting for her. Ruffian’s favorite trick is hiding slip- pers. Of course, she loves to curl up in a tiny ball in front of the fireplace at the end of a long hard day.” Ruffian is a favorite of Mrs. Benassi. Looking at his soulful eyes, it’s easy to see why Carol Mulliken: “Tam an animal nut. I’ve had quite an assortment of animals already, ranging from an alligator and a Pira- nha fish to a raccoon, a flying squirrel, a shrew and an endless stream of dogs and birds. Rocky the Flying Squirrel was prob- ably the most fascinating of my orphan animals. (I would never take a wild ani- mal from its environment unless it had been abandoned.) | raised Rocky trom an infant, and he was imprinted on me. I think he identified my face and hands and thought the rest of me was a conve- nient tree. He'd shinny up my legs, burrow under my clothes, and then perch on my shoulder, watching my face. “Sometimes when he was leaping around he would land by plastering himself across my face like a large, fur- ry leech. The first time he did that, my mother thought it was attacking me, and she screamed. Strangely enough, Rocky was a to- bacco addict. He'd hide in the draper- ies, waiting for an unsuspecting smoker to enter the room. Then he’d swoop down, raid his shirtpocket pack, and dash off with his trophy. Having climbed the drapes again, he’d sit on the curtain rod, holding his cigarette like a flute, and chew contentedly on the end. | was sure they would hurt him, but when he had stolen a ciga- rette, he'd never let me close enough to take it away.”