Regina High School - Regina Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 112 of the 1973 volume:

Mid m3 MHC f?£f 4Lt ISO! .MUMkH 9 75 MHC AN EPISODE OF LIFE The first day I saw the tree it was like all the rest in the area. It was perhaps a little more statuesque, but otherwise just an ordinary tree, blending in with those around it. As the days grew shorter and the nights colder, other trees in the area exchanged their green for muddy yellows and browns. My tree alone remained filled with green life, almost seeming out of place in its drab surroundings. When the time came for it, too, to shed its summer garments and put on more appropriate fall colors, it far out-dazzled the neighboring trees. Each day I anticipated seeing the miracles that occurred by night. Leaf by leaf the tree turned from green to gold, and then as if it harbored an inner desire to be the center of attention, its gold deepened until the whole tree glowed red, redder than any tree I've seen before. It was really quite humble about its superiority to the others though, and remained friends with the trees around it, although they were now in their final stage of life. They tightly clutched their last dry leaves and shivered in the wind, the surrounding ground covered with their tears. I was sad as I foresaw the fate that also awaited my tree. I knew the day would come when its leaves would tug loose and fly with the wind, but it was still a shock when I began to see bare branches, their black bark a startling contrast to the lively red of the remaining leaves. But these leaves, too, trickled down one by one, and my tree was again like all the others, except to me. As I crunched through a new snowfall, a few curled, brown leaves still clinging tenaciously to the branches waved wistfully in the wind, and I knew it was time to say .goodbye. Barbara Roach '73 I September LaMAWr PaXXo ‘UifriJ tA- O ,«U (Pot TIVjOjaI Br. Edmund Frost Mrs. Joan Madden Faculty Sr. Marlene Neuzerling Sr. Mary Eileen Scully Sr. Francis T. Murray Mrs. Audrey Warter Mrs. Beverly Nicol Mrs. Jane McDonough Mrs. Helen Bosiger Sr. Jean Campbell Mrs. Louise Barker Mrs. Sue Seckinger Mr. Gary Laumann MfllfMfll j( ! l « Yoi ■ Sr. Ginny Lane Miss Dennie McCollom Mr. Jack Hilger Sr. Paula Hirschboeck Sr. June Wilkerson Throughout the years they gave, we took and sometimes we gave more than they could take. Liz Simpson Sr. Pat Yerkcy Mr. John Reardon Mr. Brian Nicol Miss Renee Labandz Mr. Bob Petschl Sr. Leonardine Ehlen Mrs. Erna McMillan Mrs. Lorrie Kohler Mrs. Judy Stucki Mrs. Mollie Rafferty Mrs. Karen Baker Sr. Para Miller Mrs. Mary Kav Williams Sr. Janet Evens Mrs. Betty Bedor Miss Sandy Lawson Mr. Tom Ramsey Mrs. Marilyn Krick Mr. Pete Chilstrom Mr. Alex Were Mr. John Olive Mrs. Julie Fiebiger Sr. Ann Willits Sr. Rosilla Cross Sr. Anita Smisek Miss Sharon Bowman Miss Joan Ladendorf Mrs. Lucille Cashman Sr. Estelle McCusker Br. Arthur Ravelo Miss Kathy Green Mr. Jerry Hendrickson Mrs. Kay Keane Sr. Imeldine Daley Mrs. Mary Jo Meagher Sr. Marie Lee Sr. Elizabeth O'Hanlon Sr. Marthana Muss Mrs. Mary Winchell Mrs. Jean Hafertepe Miss Cash Luck Mr. Mike Barros Mrs. Mary Simpson Mrs. Jane Hilger Miss Neumann UTOPIA A World of Peace of beautiful love and endless understanding with vibrant blue lakes and rolling streams of tranquility of an endless sunset and fiery sunrise with people of one race but different shades of beautiful colors with people of one united community, where greed, death, and war are just words in a history book where everyone doesn't work for the good of himself but the good of his neighbor where friendship is endless where government is not a newspaper article where birds fly and animals are not stuffed exhibits in a museum where the arts are an everlasting fad where religion is optional a place where beauty engulfs your soul a place where God comes for rest and relaxation a place where knowledge is a mirage of infinity a place called HEAVEN? a dream my subconcious hears of, but never has seen A World Beyond Sue Skogseth '73 October 'TAM 'TUl ')7UlasCm -' U dsfL' Gux tfvvri PoPumjl- uMVu- £ffVLO.i h(s 'Love 2 -' VJtfUorv TX oda Football Kay Schneck disguised as a typical senior This Page: Upper Left-Kay Schneck. Lower Left-JoAnnc Carney. Opposite Page: Left- Mary Iffert. Upper Right- Patti Pepper. Lower Right- Ginny h'elna. Don't tafco him; it took me too Jong to got him this far! Halloween - Sadie PERHAPS ANOTHER RAINBOW After Nicollet there were no trees and no popcorn. The buildings had the sun and I had the wind inside me. Glass windows mirrored and walked into each other. I listened to you as you told me your dreams. I nodded even though I didn't know what you were talking about. I suppose that's the way newlyweds talk so I followed. The sun qlasses gave birth to another pair. I wanted to tell you that I loved you but the phone rang. The highways went too fast for me to tell you my future. Perhaps another rainbow. The ice cubes have been melting for an hour or so and I was wrong about the tomatoes. You're a corned beef sandwich, at least you looked that way when I paraded the green dress. You must have been remembering past dairy queens. I have had past dreams lately, they are about lakeshores and singing swings. I have grown but now I am decreasing hourly be indecision. Tomorrow I have planned Maybe. Everything in my life is flowers; a rose, an applause, a carnation, a lie. I love the flowers for their fragile memories. The sun has choked my blossoms, no longer will the bouquet come alive. Music is continual inside my closet. Music brought us together and now it fiddles us apart. It's like the Auld Lang Syne and the hug before the plane flies. Old movies will always go on and the soap operas, too. Then we must be forever, too. It's a happy ending always, but the show never starts. The lettuce was frozen and I shouldn't have said a word about the ice but I had to say something. I had to say something otherwise you wouldn't know I never want to say anything at all. I prefer listening to laughing and embracing to sitting scratching my head. Please pass the mustard and smile. Barbara Johnson '73 November ’Truvty ?n fyA ic-(ftufaf 4 n«- 7?u slowly sets the sun the rainbow colors reflect birds' shadows in air Kathy Moriarity '73 T4 U % Tommy Tommy................Peggy Carr Mother.........Desiree McDonald Father.....................Arthur Ravelo Cousin Kevin...............Teresa Mannle Acid Queen............Mary Deaner The Doctor...................Gary Laumann The Nurse........Diane McCullough Sally Simpson...Mary Anne Welch The Dancer...........Sandy Sawson Newsboys.............Robbie Cogan, Camilla Meagher i never sat down and thought of how i've changed yet with so much growing you'd think i would hurt somewhere. it seems like yesterday the space so limited but filled of so many memories funny how four years goes so fast goes so slow Polly Conway '73 Onposite Page: Left-Jean Hadden, Regina Sipe. This Page: Upper I.eft-Irene Canyi, Lvnn Kerber, Barb Leonard, Rosie Loyc, Moira Keane. Lower I ft-Autunn Hagamo. Upper Right-Edie Skog, Cecilia I.eft- Aitumn Hagamo. Upper Right-Edie Skog, Cecilia Rath, Jackie Milliard, Kay Schneck, Mini Frederick. Lower Right-Haney Horan, Bally Mach, Jane snderson. Fashion Show Opposite Page: Upper Left-Shelley Blevins, Judy Irmitcr, Kim Keenan. Lower Left-Mary Gormley. Middle Upper-Ann Larkin, Nedra Johnson, Jane Hammill, Pat Fritze, Desiree McDonald. Lower-Mary Harris, Jane Hammill. This Page: Middle-Mary Klitzke. Above-Pat Fritze, Sally Mach. Lower Right- Barb Leonard. Saturday, Oct. 9th, 1971 to the Junior Class, Dear friends. It is very difficult to say thank you. Your friendship means so much to me. It is very hard to leave Regina but thru all your visits and gifts I don't feel as though I missed out. I really know now what it means when the song said I get by with a little help from my friends. I'm not sure I'm saying this right but this poem will, so here goes it — I Love you not only for what you are, but for what I am with you.. I Love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I Love you for the part of me that you bring out. I Love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool and weakling in me and for laying firm hold on the possibilities of the good in me. I Love you because you are helping me to make of the timber of my life not a tavern, but a tenple, and of the words of my every day not a reproach, but a song. I Love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me happy. You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign. You have done it first by being yourself. After all, perhaps this is what being a friend means. Thanks for being yourself you're all fantastic Love, Mary Rochford In memoAy oh MaAiy RochhoAd IN PARAV1SUU hAom The. Requiem by Gabniel PauAe In paAadi um deducant angeti; -in tuo advenXu. AuxcipianX te manXyAei, et peAducante in civiXaXem iancXam, JeAu alem, 3eAu aiem, JeAu aZem, JeAu axem. ChoAuA angeloAum te ucipiaX, eX cum LazaAO quondam paupeAe, eX cum LazaAO quondam paupeAe aeXeAnam habeas Aequiem, aeteAnam habeas Aequiem. In paAadi e Ae t; led by the angeti. May the maAXyAi Aeceive thee, Aeceive thee aX thy coming, and may they guide thee into the holy ciXy, JeAu alem, JeAu alem, JeAu alem, JeAu alem. Choinx ofa angcLs will Aeceive thee, and tcith LazaAiu, pooA man oh old, and wiXh LazaAuA, poo a man LazaAui, may thou have eXeAnat aeit, may Xhou have Ae t, eXeAnal Ae t. December 7%VUf ChwiC- 'iTluvuity' T VL £4L- . l aytvru . 8 L Wa AiTUzris 'riUst 4 t4 Walk into the wind of life, Flow with the music of your heart. Merge with the realm of beauty. Immerse yourself in being. Cathleen Shannon '73 I Chorus Opposite Page: Upper Two: Christ- mas Party- Jane Stasscn, Sue Seckinger, Sr. Alice Ann, Terry PietraszewsKi. Lower Left- Toni Brown, Mary Schneider, Mary Anne Kaiser, Lower Right- Sr. Anita. This Page: Upper Left- Pat Carlson, Minnow Walsh, Pat Olive, Anne Hughes, Jeanne Hartle, Katie Perrier. Lower Left: Shelley Blevins, Nancy Horan, Mimi Murphy. Above: Top Row- Mary Gruidl, Barb Johnson, Sandy Dalcki. Middle Row- Toni Brown, Marcia Simonson, Mary Anne Kaiser. Bottom Row- Jeanne Hartle. FROZEN MOMENT The old man was lost. Lost in a deep iron black woods. Everywhere around him steel gray ice glazed the tangled vines that hung low from dead branches. The air held no sound except for the crunching of his snowshoes across the crusty dry snow as he stumbled aimlessly through the woods. Each movement was stiff and painful. He knew that he must continue searching for the fire he had built of heavy logs that he chopped early that morning, but where? He could see the fire in his mind, but he could not find it in reality. He turned in every direction. He found himself trapped in a state of oblivion. Fear seized him. His whole body shook. His throat tightened and a warm tear slid down his frostbitten face. The old man shut his eyes to the biting air and the torturous reality and leaned heavily on his pole. There was blackness and no feeling left now. He dropped to his knees and with a silent cry of desperat-ion, his body drooped and fell foreward into the snow. An icy breath of air crept through the trees and passed over him, for only a moment, then was gone. Ginny Welna '73 January RjtuA- TTUnoc -iutfU' 1 Joa XoaAsH, Father Daughter Lower left: Upper left: Upper ri  ht: Mr. Kastl, Mr. Clements and Marv, Ann Kastl and Marv Tallifer Donna Rblcnz Marv and Mr. Schmidt Upper left: Theresa and Mr. Pomnortl Lower left: Mary and Mr. Steinhagen, Cicilia and Marv Motzko I ower right: Mr. Uevereaux and Marv Vou are hereby Invited to a celebration. Stung your elf,, all you love a laugh and a mile or too. (In cate of rain; bring buckets.) The Celebration I from ’ Here to Eternity' and ticket are attainable when you tmlle. The Celebration I LIFE.... enjoy, enjoy. February tULtZt Taa44 . BaaJj- Lsunuuil TlAsIlC s FrUy Urtn U- — CaaJU ™ ' 'TTlOAtf ■ YtUPWWcl $ CCt KaJfath The 50's dance this year was really livid. Crazy dadio. Moondoggie picked me up at eight and we got to the big dance and we cut a rug to all these wild numbers like Teenangel, Chantilly Lace, Blue Swede shoes Blue Moon, Tell Laura I love her, and 16 candles. Alice in Wonderland Opposite Page: Upper Left-Jan Olsen, Mary Jo Meagher, Sr. Marlene. Middle-Judy Stuck!, Bob Petschl, Dennie McCollocn, Sr. Pan. Lower Left-Jan Olsen, Sr. Ann, Fr. Ronan Lyles. Upper Right-Tom Houde, Fr. Ronan Lyles, Sue Seckinger. Lower Right-Greg Bartel, Gary Laumann. This Page: Left-Fr. Ronan Lyles, Jan Olson. Upper Right-Sr. Alice Ann, Greg Bartel, Sr. Sharon, Gary Laulann, Tom Houde, Bev Nicol, Sr. Mary Eileen, Dennie McCollom, Sue Seckinger, Fr. Ronan Lyles, Mary Jo Meagher. Lower Right-Peg VoPava, Dennie KcCollon, Tom Houde, Judy Stucki. Basketball Basketball Team: Pegp.y Anderson Patty Cronquist, Cathy Costello, Patty Jeffery, Mary Harris, Mary McDaniel, Carol Markham, Marg O’Dell, Loretta Westlin Marcia Simonson. THE LAND OF MIRRORS Far away in the heart of the Amazon jungle is a secret unknown place, the Land of Mirrors. From the outside it appears to be just part of the jungle, but if you step inside a brilliant circle of red stones under a specific rubber tree, you will feel the outside world slip away. Colors flash by and the chattering of exotic jungle birds fades. Then with a jolt you find yourself in a seemingly boundless room. From all sides of the room a face stares at you. With a shock you realize it is your own, reflected in the mirrors covering ceiling, floor, and walls. I know all this because I've been there. I was assigned the job of collecting sap from a section of rubber trees along the Amazon. When I came to the tree by the ring of stones, I stepped in the circle to pick up one because it was so extraordinary. This brought me through the swirling colors to the Land of Mirrors. Before I had time to wonder what had happened, three blue balls covered with shiny silver dots suddenly rolled into sight. They surrounded me and began to speak together in dull, monotone voices. Welcome, stranger. We're glad you dropped by. For a long time now we've been feeling the need for an admirer. The last one we had has already been converted. I wasn't too sure what that meant, but I found out eventually. A secret mirrored panel was opened, revealing a long hallway of mirrors, which opened onto a huge reflecting room. Inside were many of these same creatures, all identical in shape, size, and color. The three balls I had come with announced, It does get rather dull for us sometimes, being the only ones to admire ourselves. That's all we do, you know—reflect upon ourselves. But it would be much more exciting to have someone else admire us, too. And that's what you're here for. All the others in this room have already served their year of admiration. After that we rewarded them by making them as lovely as we are. You'll have this privilege, too, a year from now. I became terrified at the thought, and my only desire was to find a way to escape. Finally the chance I had hoped for arrived. The three balls left me to get acquainted with the other balls, who were so busy admiring themselves that they didn't even notice me when I stealthily slipped out of the room. They had eyes for no one but admirers, and since I was only allowed to admire the three in charge, I was invisible to them. Racing down the hall I came to the end where the entry room was located and frantically pushed on every mirrored panel until I found the one that slid aside. Once inside the room, I paused and glanced around hopelessly. Suddenly I saw in the mirror the three blue balls. In unison they growled, And where do you think you're going? Surely you aren't thinking of escaping, are you? We have a place for people like you. Follow us and don't try to run. There's nowhere you can go. Then I remembered the red stone I had picked up. I had put it in my pocket and it was still there. As the three balls pressed the panel to leave the room, I suddenly turned and threw the rock at one of the walls. The mirror shattered and I scrambled through the crack in the wall before I could be stopped. For a minute I was in corrplete darkness, but then I saw swirling colors, and finally the familiar jungle scenery again. I always wonder what happened to the blue balls with self-images in a mirror for personal satisfaction. They probably just fixed the broken mirror to preserve their unblemished image and went on staring blankly at themselves forever. Barbara Roach '73 O 6 u e- B' frw— TjjjUnasi TopvtuJ ' AsMnt, ' LhTV-n- (PaXnAtc OJUwL' (Pcutto KdXU fWUASi Truest ThMu s iTUyryu- faXhicu ITUajuio 'Wo-site' Opposite Pape: Left-Sue Skogseth. Middle-Marv Lou Pumper. Ripht-Rosie Loye, Barb Leonard. This Page: Above-Peggy Bittner, Jeanne Hartle, Nancy Berlin, Marv Ellen Brom. Upper Right-Hary McDaniel, Sr. Pam. Lower Right-Toni Brown, Mary Lou Atkinson. Bye Bye Birdie Albert Peterson Rose Alvarez... Mae Peterson... Kim MacAfee.... Mr. MacAfee.... Mrs. MacAfee... Conrad Birdie.. Hugo Peabody... Ursula Merkle., ..Chris Lasley ....Edith Skog ..Barb Johnson .Katie Perrier ..Dan McMullin .....Liz Lamb .....Joe Bums .Doug Thompson Eileen O'Brien Peter Ran Peter Pan.........Jane Hamm 11 Wendy............Katie Perrier John...........Barbara Johnson Michael...............Mary Log !,'ana.............Kay Schneck Mother..........Jane Santolnan Tiger I.ily.......Marv Klitzke Smoft...............Edith Skop. Cantain Hook...Michael Barros Abortion The seed was planted. Nature provided nourishment for her fragile seed and protected it from abuse. Its roots took strong hold and became a part of nature. The seed grew and breathed, feeling life. One day someone pulled it out by the roots and threw life away, saying for comfort Weeds don't belong in gardens. Peggy Cottrell '73 A SEED Slowly, sleepily I awoke Gentle warmth seeping through My brown coat I curled inside it Reluctant to leave Fearing the touch Of reality But inborn thirst Compelled me To send out A timid root And once outside my tiny coat I found the joy of drinking sun And dew And dancing in the wind. Mary Santelman '74 Manchild Manchild, look at me! gaze into my eyes — know trust. You stand alone, hurt, mistreated, your ideas rejected, your hopes smothered. Your tear-streaked cheeks glisten in dim light; Manchild do not become weak. Know strength, be strength, through your skyward bound for freedom, become a leader. Act now Manchild, while tears still stain your cheeks and you remember well your hurt and rejection. Learn now another emotion — anger. Let this be your weapon to gain what you have fought lifetimes to achieve. Manchild, look at me! gaze into my eyes — know trust. Mary Ellen Aretz '73 Talent Show HAROLD AND MAUDE Life and death are two things that are basic to all people. The film HAROLD AND MAUDE is an extremely sensitive illustration of this idea. Superficially, the film is hysterically funny, brimming over with both subtle and obvious humor. There are only several pauses that are not filled with laughter. However, after viewing the film five times, more can be seen and felt than the humor that is woven throughout. To see beneath the surface of the two main characters provides many insights into the experiences of life and death. Life and death are illustrated in many ways in the film. The use of color is one, and the use of irony is another. The use of color might not be considered a great work of art by the critics, but it is an effective tool in this film. For example, at the beginning of the movie, Harold is always dressed in black or some other somber color. Upon meeting Maude, and after a relationship has been established, he is seen wearing lighter, more cheerful colors. Also, the color contrast of Maude and her surroundings when she is first introduced, is striking. She is a sunflower in the rain. The use of irony is very effective and probably contributes to 80% of the humor in the movie. The most obvious examples are Harold and Maude themselves. One would expect a young person to be full of enthusiasm and vitality and an old person to be more obsessed with ideas about death. In HAROLD AND MAUDE it is just the opposite. The reasons behind their feelings are even more ironic than their attitudes. Harold, who has had everything he could ever want, is constantly staging fake suicides for his mother, while Maude, who lived in a Nazi concentration camp during World War II, loves everyone and everything. It appears ironic, but looking deeper, it all makes a great deal of sense. It is not often that a profound message can be successfully communicated without being labeled as that-profound. HAROLD AND MAUDE is indeed profound, but it is subtle. Its meaning does not pounce upon the viewer and detract from the humor and the enjoyment of it. It can be both funny and serious. It can be beautiful. Nan Roth '73 '-'A. May PuAdif' ybdr M£iruLns' lOturUr t l, 'Ttm ui - 'Ttuiam bhnJ t 'TtUa'z- 'Tftifnc Mvt Color-Red Class-Biology School Event-Talent Show Did Most For Class-Mimi Frederick Typical Senior-Marg O'Dell Female Teacher-Mrs. Keane Male Teacher-Mr. VanEpns Year-Senior Hall-500 Cutest Smile-Barb Leonard Musically Inclined-Mary Rasmussen Best Socks-Kathy O'Brien Prettiest Eyes-Carolyn Kent Favorite Sinp.er-Bev Davis and Katie Perrier Favorite Actress-Edie Skog Biggest Eater-Anne Murray School Spirit-Mimi Frederick Most Talented-Barb Johnson Genius-Chris Adams Sarcastic-Patty Olive Ham-Cathy Forby Favorite Singer-Cat Stevens Favorite Group-Moody Blues Most Athletic-Marcia Simonson Changed the Most-Ellen Qualy Most Likely to Succeed-Barb Roach Most Liberated-Minnow Walsh Senior year was a time for smiling, a time for putting our shoes on. This Page: Above-Sandy Doi, Terry Cunningham, Barb Foley. Upper Right-Lisa Grage. Lower Left- Pat Molumby Lower Right- Peggy Killen. Opposite Page: Upper Left-Monica Little. Upper Right- Ann Kastl. Lower Left-Stana Mack, Patty Laegeler. Lower Right- Peggy Cullen A Earner went out to his field to sow raln. As he scattered the seed on the around, sone of it fell on a footpath and was tramnlod on; and the birds cane and ate it as f t lav exposed. Other seed fell on shallow soli with rock beneath. This seed bogan to prow, but soon withered and died for lack of moisture. Other seed landed in thistle patches, and the younr grain stalks were soon choked out. Still other fell on fertile soil; this seed rrew and produced a crop 100 times as larpe as lie had planted.’ (As Ho was giving this illustration He said, If anyone has listoninp ears, use then now! ) His apostles asked ilin what the story neant. He replied. Cod has rranted you to know the meaning of these parables, for thoy tell a pre.it deal about the Kingdom of Cod. Rut these crowds hear the words and do not understand, iust as the ancient prophets predicted. This is its meaning: The seed i3 Cod's nessap.e to men. The hard rath where some seed fell represents the hard hearts of those who hear the words of Cod, but then the devil comes and steals the words awav and prevents people from bclievinp and beinp saved. The stonv ground represents those who enjoy listoninp to sermons, but somehow tho nessap.e never really pets through to them and doesn't take root and «row. They know tiic nessapo is true, and sort of believo for awhile: but when the hot winds of porsuction blow, they lose interest. The seed among the thorns represents those who listen and believe Cod's words but whose faith afterwards Is choked out by worry and riches and the responsibilities and pleasures of life. And so they are never able to help anyone else to believe the Cood Mews. But the pood soil represents honest, good-hearted people. Thov listen to Cod's words and clinp to them and 3teadlly spread them to others who also soon believe. Luke 8:5-15 June W Mx n4 TTUuu. tlk_ srvyt- Jt a duni . J4 A U W7 l Jttf L Sa l r CuaaMo Dotwul i£. PoKm C r?xMT Jy O Ksivf -r ft Surrounded by peaks. Beautiful, yet enclosing. Wore the childhood days. MY FRIEND my friend do not fear all that is you is also me i will not leave you to strive alone, though my guidance may not comfort the pain in your heart, nor the desire of hope in your soul my friend love me for my need is strong too accept me as i am willing to accept you may our bond be one that exists for another for only through giving does one find happiness Mary Ellen Aretz '73 THE AMERICAN DREAM - IS IT STILL ALIVE? Through many decades of struggling for survival, America has come to be what it is today. The settlers and explorers of this country had hopes, dreams and goals they were willing to pursue. All these positive goals were lumped together under a general term which has come to be known as the American Dream. Present day people often question the existence of the American Dream. Many feel it is distorted to the point of extinction, but I feel the American Dream is not dead. It has been molded and reworded to reflect the needs of today's society. Every person has his own dream whether he wants to admit it or not. This dream could range from material success, to one's own peace of mind. No matter what it is, this dream can be related to the main source of the American Dream — the Constitution. This marvelous piece of literature reflects the ever-present goals for the future. Through its meaning and interpretation, people are able to work for their dream. As a result, our country, as a whole, strives for the American Dream. Frequently, one person's dream disrupts the plans of another, but this exploitation is not completely negative because it tends to improve the situation upon the realization of this conflict. The youth, mass media, and influential citizens have awakened the majority and caused them to react to the injustices seen in our country. Even though we strive for betterment, a small part of everyone still tends to be selfish. Our government has stepped in to compensate for this selfishness through programs such as social security, low income housing, unemployment benefits, wage and price controls, equal opportunity agencies, amendments to the Constitution, and the like, hoping this will enable each man to live and work toward his dream, and give him a place in society. As each man lives his life, he builds for his future as well as that of the next generation. Without the freedoms we have enjoyed in the past, we could not survive? therefore, we unconsciously preserve them. We have fought in the past for our beliefs, and we shall always fight the element in ourselves and our neighbors that prevents us from achieving the American Dream. D'Ann Topoluk '73 July (J i4Aaj£' £ cua4 tfUrvut- K £« - •£ Torus (Syun rru niffju -' -tUotyr -' This Page: Left-Stana Hack. Above-Katie Perrier, Kathy Cruit, Marcia Chan Minnow Walsh. Opposite Page: Upper Left-Mary Lee. Lower Left-Nancy Berlin, Sheila Brown. Right-Hartha Lutz. Opposite Page: Upper Left-Jane Hanneman. Upper Right-Carol Markham, Monica Little. Lower Left-Irene Ganvi. Lower Right -Anne Hamel. This Page: Upper Left- Marcia Chan, Maggie McDevitt, Nancy Berlin. UpperR Berlin. Upper Right-Mimi Frederick, Kathy Gair. Lower Left-Ann Larkin. on a happy day as i ran freely near the lake i stooped down to break a dandelion from its root while gazing at its beauty i put the meaning of my whole day into that tiny flower it was a part of me i then stuffed it carefully into my pocket never wanting to let go where is it now? it left me but it's not forgotten it was mine it held my meaning i love that golden weed joan galvin '73 August YTU neur 7Aaa£' (Uofaz' 771m , fa - ClsnwA PaAAjL tnA TKUiMte. -Set dtafrtrhs i couti, cut tte. cth . 4l a£ nU'l let -htty tfhhM lu Qxat h jM' d' rUfn vu o4ul tit , jtchae l JtUt' crK4 urj KAhul Gibran STAFF Senior Book Editors: Barbara Johnson, Joanne Moore Layout Staff: Peggy Geurts, Anne Hughes, Mary Anne Kaiser, Carol Markham, Anne Murray, Mary Lou Pumper, Mary Schneider, Anne Simpson Literary Coordinators: Teresa Hudoba, Patricia Olive Associates: Barbara Roach, Nancy Roth, D'Ann Topoluk Literary Staff: Ann Barlow, Elizabeth Doherty, Nancy Foley, Mary Lee, Mary Beth Olive, Barb Pumper, Mary Santelman, Micki Sausen, Peggy Walsh Cover and Lettering: Anne Simpson ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Mr. Chuck Haas, Mr. Richard Muellerleile, North Central Publishing, and Dellarson Studios September i 234 I§glEtoer101112l3 1 kinu™yl41') Mi T? 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