Valley High School - Valhalla Yearbook (Las Vegas, NV)

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302. curly blond hair, Robin Hornreich, a Bird and our To Danny, Raymond, a case of Strawberryllflill, the Maquire, redlcrepe paper flowers, 200 tacos, Kar- Danny Shearin, a size 7 football helmet. To Tom eye, ing lesson. To Jeff Fleitz, many more fun times the rest house and GR '73, To lanet White, Mike and also o my best O Mr. Qne- to Algeria and Influence to pass along and thouroughly. 0 Robin Koenig, 60 to all the a life size portrait of Bridget Bardot. gf all hail- gn my I leave personal, ro- Freund, solarcaine to ease the bur t a coke To Nico Simponis all Craig Roles black book of gan and Bellamy many mor Andolina, appreciation for thanks for everything. To M Tina Teodora and Lanette he LeBaron, Wayne Webb and all r T clothes to last a life time. To of Aspen. To Eric Ingersol, with members of the opposite store. To Kathy.O'quina, a recepients of my will, I I beer store of his very own times together. To my ley High School, Summer '73 49, Booboo, Johnny lock, T more to come and friendship ic e e osen rry my closest friend, Kim, I I, M' h ll R be , will the following to y d I breakfast every Sunday at m and many happy flying days full of my best love bet er half, Mark, no and many I, Elizabeth Ross, my last will and I To Dave Moore, Rolls biting your shoulder. To and ice-skating. To Mike Kevin, a new polka national Club. To Tina working order. To Scott S.M. To Carla Ford, Kathleen and Steve, too. To Wendy Black, Hobbitts and performing, drive-ins, the family . I, Mary Salerno, Sue, Cookies, Bill R and Mrs. H., I leave To Heather, a big stick to the bank. To Biafra Deb, To Ms. Leavitt Robert Red- le ave her games personal I and my and WO all of times with parking stall C next year I leave a octor out. T an future boings V.W. T dark a pair of a skirt and Black Jerseys wicked To Mike with Inter- a jaguar in good kiss from Cheryl, ' 'V To s. Clubbers E Russian two, and five And to Mr being of artificial the following: I leav d 21 Hat. Brad . o t and all my musical talent and I leave to To Meg Heart lt to find supply of Roll Over Beethoven 1 e t an original 0 Kenny, I Thomas, a levy of girl, dka col- l leave a carpet so she can that won't fall I illustrious and the I forget, find his not ike to leave and me too! and body hereby will yping eraser and ability to type White, 3,000 bibliography cards. butter sanwiches. To To Vickie El- one folded-up Mrs. Poole, a .f ive minutes How to take and not so great body here- , salty dogs.

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a 1974 brown Camero, an ever-lasting cruiz, a maid, Wendy, Vi- annel, my ankle-turn shoes, and last, Ben and Evelyn. To Butch- a mountain with year-round snow. To Sue Crawford- 3Vz years of friendship, a ski lodge to sit in, a giant-sized phoni, and Bill Le- Barron. To Mary- all my ceramics! To Toni- a good time. To Rob- by Maloney- a fight twe haven't had one in a whilej. To John lrole a summer night in the park. To Pam Ruby- a new bed. To Danny Shearin- a hundred pounds of clay. To Debbie Stone- afinished project. To Darci Gogert- Albert! To Tom Gordon- an annual supply of my Hellos. To Tina Teadoro- a big, stuffed toy Bran- can. To Miss Clausing- my wicker chair tnow you ,Toro won't have to sharelj To Kathy O'Qu3nn- Mary Beth Higgins. To Val- erie- a giant sized leg to pull, Hubble Gardner, my macrarne wall- hanging, English muffins, two retired Wildcats, and a washed-up Reberta, the picture I stole of Mark, and of course, a hearing aid! And to Kevin, jimmy, John, Tim, Fencetermaker, Albert, and Mark- I Valley Girls. I, Mary lane Kirby III, being of no mind and blossoming body, do hereby bequeath: To Debbie Gonzales, one withered marigold to remind us of times when trophys ruled. To Kathy Flanagan, Lime, salt, and a bottle of Tequila. To jim Dowling, a pair of wings, and to 'A' a jar of MIB coffee to rernernber me by.. To Mrs. Mc- Guire, 25,000 green activity sheets filted out all for the same day, clashing with an atheletic event, all Signed by the Drama Dept. To Madame Mongeot, tu me casse pieds. To Bill, the rent-a-cop, may you always have night-mares about students in your parking lot. To Cheryl, I leave a boo in the stairwell, and also a sexy humor. To Tom Grill, a belt to hold his pantsgup. I leave Bary Forbuss, a bag of oranges. To Leslie DenDooven, aflet Smart Series. To Marc Mieczkowski, a lifetime of Howard Frieburg and Bruce Kirsh. To Duana Posey, a night free of 'A's interrupting in room 322. To Mrs. Marshall, a recording of my Interp. To Valley High School, I leave. I, Jessie Lehman, being of psychological mind and freckled body, do hereby bequeath the following: To Terrie, a FOX of her own. Chris, a can of laughing gas, and a Norweigan girl without rela- tives in Sweden. Kim, a bellshaped taco. Diane, Dennis, Dave,. . . and jeff. Gish, tyou shanishlj a laugh,,a hat, Walter Brennan, un- breakable skiis, and all my love. l.au15ieQ1-Za- Cheer ibig beater of frosting. Michele, joe, 8 kids, friendship, and all the happiness in the world. Rick, Spanish 4 and a Cuban Finger. Rosemary, a guy without a girlfriend. Bobbie, motherly advice and the hopes that I won't be a grandmother before 20, Mr. Calvert, a 5 foot steward- ess. Mr. Edwards, sunshine, a bottomless coffee cup, and a Jewish tank rolling into his office. Mr. Brown, a self-rotating Marquis. Mr. Bellamy, revolution, an ear itch, a mustache, Adam Smith in all his glory, a smile and much thanks. Mr. Piggot, Freud, a girl named Steve, humbleness, and love. Mrs. Neely, a goat named Fred, flowers, Mrs. Ellison, and more thanks than I could ever ask for. Mr Moses, Des Moines Iowa. Steve the ho esthat someda ' . , 1 i ,'.V he'll find real love. Nico, memories, a date withoutiiltatlom, a on How to Grow Up in Five Easy Steps, a Marshmellow, and himself. twhich is all he really needs.j Glen, a hamster that fights back, a shoulder-to cry on, John Denver, my friendship. . .and the last dance. Millie, globules of fat, Mitchologolvich, midnight talks, coffee at Caesars, baking, memories ofgour friendship, and hopes that we will always be as close. To my iiiii little sister Dorothy, dear Dot, Dottie, or whatever you name is. I leave you sad memories, happy memories, Muriel, tears, puns, poetry, all the laughs we've shared and hope of so much more to come. And to the Senior Pres- ident of 1975, I leave 2 gallons of paint, 158 parking stalls, and lots of luck. . .you'll need it! I, Chris Plummer, being of querolous mind and decadent body do hereby bequeath the following: To the administration I leave Valley High School in its state of eternally evanescent moribundity. To Mr. VanWert, I leave a brownie from Gertrude Stein, a doll from jane Auril, and a manageable ego from R.K. To Mr. Moses, I leave Cashman Ir. High. To an ex-Spanish teacher, a return to teaching or a real administrative position, and many thanks for friendship and advice. To Mr. A , I leave a bagiof cookies in your desk. To Mr. Juarez, la Razu , and remember grasshopper, be like the river.. . To Mrs. Lane , I leave Boulder City and to Boulder City I leave our Varsity Quiz Team. john Howe, doyou remember why the Scarecrow went to see the Wizard of Oz? To Mrs. Harney, I leave a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas, and a film rolling across the floor of room 207. To Craig tBand on the Runj, I leave The Renaissance, eternal friendship, and that sound, Bong! To Brad tAmerical Owens, the true profession of D.B., Banjos playin' through the broken glass, and the one real poem-life. To the count , I leave the Medi- tations of Marcus Aurelius, an 8 by 10 glossy of VanWert, and the piper who'll lead us to reason. To Charisse, I leave one very large oven. To David Steinberg, a Yaqui Way of Knowledge, and a view of the woods through the jaded eyes of UNLV freshmen. To Scot, I leave a new morning and its creator. To Toni, the Tro- jans, for what their worth. Mrs. White and Mr. Schlude, NHS officers with more time and fewer obligations. To Pat and her hus- band, eternal happiness. To Dorothy, the future and UNR tnot necessarily in that orderl. To Tanya, I leave my body. To Andie, my love and a vision of the tragic stars. The king started laughing and talking in rhyme. . .To Mark and Paul and tno errorj Paul, I leave the memory of beautiful deserts, and Peep, a quail in the family. To Ric, the party that never was. Whispered softly to the missing Mary Ann, I love you. Finally, to Jessie, I leave opti- mism in face of the somewhat depressing prospect of reality. Good- bfye Yellow Brick Road. I, Debbie Petersen, being of ? mind and mammoth body hereby bequeath the following: To Heather, shotgun , an orange spin after our big cruise, and her bery own slanty-eyed sweetheart. To Val, Louie, a trip to AWC, the way things were, and another beautiful snowy night. To Butch, a never ending search and a BIG place in my heart. To Mary, a tube of clearasil and a stampede of fury black cows. To Sue Crawford, a white picket fence, two kids, and a marriage to John Allen. To Frank, a book called So- cializing is My Life. To Robbie, a little more class, and all the smart remarks I could ever think of. To Bill LeBaron, the dreadful creeping hand.. .ahhhhhh, and a degree in cheating. To Wayne, a promise to do my shopping somewhere else. To Darcy, the hot line to Wendfs houseand another night with Al . To john Iroz, a friendly glance across Mrs. Harney's room. To Mrs. Harney and Mrs. Harker, two hard but rewarding years. To Kathy Kulas, friendship and the hope she'll have future classes like Mrs. Black's. To Mark McDonald, a couple of jokes to keep us laughing at lunch. And to my bosom buddy Sue, who has put up with me for almogtsix year, I leave memories of happy times. tCruise Onj. I, Patti Moore, being of disturbed mind and unstable body, do hereby will the following: To Mike Iacobs, 40 pounds and more 30

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Kevkl English, of partially sound mind and body, at time of ,Sheryl Cameron, to have someone to take her on a far away trip. Bill, a cute smile, a fantastic wedding 8: my autograph. Trena Sr Frankie, sold bird and a wrecked Porsche. Michell Harris, Femi- nine mystique lesson. Sherrie Nickell, a Septmember wedding. Mr. Bellaney, a sleeping bag. The the class of 75, my condolences. I, Sue Crawford, bequeath the following: To Paulette tChar- lette?J Stanga, our crazy world of Betsey and Bitty, Big Mac and Twinkle Toes, i'Nellish nights and hubba hubba, potent per- fumes, and buzzin' boys, L4 and 733. To Danny Shearin, a band- up good time. To Mark McDonald, Bill LeBaron and a lot of luck. To Tono, money, matzoh balls, and the memory of Maloney. To Marion Zorn, David Dumb and a lot of tacky laughs. To Terri D., peanut butter and what's really in it. To Dani A., Elmira. To Frank Cocchie, cinnamon and anything else that spiced up your life. To Robbie Maloney, the song somethings Burning and I think it's the girls at Valley. To Heather, John, Jonathan 8: Jeanette, and endless summer and the impossible dream. To Brady Exber, the class you can't buy with money. To Gary and Loring, the famous Physics tromp. To Bruce O., What you want to believe happened on New Year's Eve and to Patti Moore, What did! To Butch Brown, only good things and to certain cheerleaders, only bad. To Kevin English, kisses and to Sue Dobbins, embarrassment. To Wayne Webb, burnt Poptarts and a great night's sleep. To Bill LeBaron, Betty, everything she ever stood for and a wife just like her. graduation do will: Key Club, my pair of boxer shorts for the new innocent on-coming members. Brad Roberts 8: Bill Schulman, .each a Doreen Nino doll to keep them both happy. Mark Schepp- a body razor to slip through every morning before school. Ken Thompson, a pair of elevator shoes so he can look into Shar- on's eyes. Sharon Moore, a can of peas for the Jolly Green Gi- ant . Joanne Catello, a pair of hand-cuffs for Donald. Donald ?Newman, the key. Jeannie Enders, a larger soccer bunny uniform a life subscription to Playgirl Magazine . Kathy O'Quinn, a life-size poster of David Maturino. Byron Crawford, freedom and 'a fake I.D. Frank Cocchi, better luck next time. Craig Roles, beauti- ful girls and lots of fun in Salt Lake. Susan Andrich, lots of soccer 'parties and lots of luck. Chris Plummer, a optimistic look at life. I, Kathy Flanagan, sober mindedly do hereby leave: Lisa Meta- deth, a marrage in 2001. To Mary Jane, my book The Happy Hooker. And to Mary Raftery, the remembrance of the tongue in Mira Costa. To Debbie, a rotten bannana. To Dwana, her first love, Howard F. To Jim, a apt. full of love, happiness, and a little help from our friend Tequila. To Valley High, GOOD Riddance. V I, Valerie Forsythe, being of sound mind and questionable body do hearby leave to my friends and enemies the following: To Caro- lyn, many more memories of our everlasting friendship, an apart- ment to share, more classes to ditch, a new door that will open, a bottle of Strawberry Hill, and another Sadie Hawkins Dance. tPitJ Darnell, alias George Jetson, the happy thought that the last For- sythe is gone. To the girls of the world, look our Robbie Romance and to him, a little class. To Butch, my love, a scholarship for foot- ball. To Danny, dancing is the moon light, another class with Nor- dine, and a night of uncontrolable madness. To Toni, another Sunday night at 'BB's , no power, and Dale, Jody and Debbie, a never ending fabric design class. To Mrs, Lane, a sour cream lemon pie and teacher-of-the-year award. Mr. Calvert, the thanks for H sm..f.e..ff.mrs,-1' . . . . iftuiiipgg it -wx :eayfaw.aaew.it..,,,f. V: my 1 f your help thru school. To Mr. Bellamy, a book on how to explain international trade. To the selected members of the football team, I leave intrusion of your straw hat by Curt Garham and Company. And to all my teachers, old and new, a year of perfect attendance. Last, but not least, I leave Sue something she likes-a year's supply of gum, a krout dog, and keys so she can keep it cool. Deb, I leave Jifnmy, the love I lost, a repeat night at mycols and a six pack of Colt 45. To you, my Heather, I leave a wickered chair, PAID IN FULL, a picture of Mark so I can have mine back, a DREAM come TRUE of the one you love, a mountain of snow in your backyard all year around, a book of my stories, and the thanks and memories of the best Christmas ever. To all three, I leave many more nights of cruizing, summer baseball games, bundles of shoe polish, tub of water ballons, a quarter for gas, a car made for four in the front, and all the Vegas guys you can handle. To Terry, Kevin and Jimmy G. poster, to swing with a girl from Valley, and the girl to go with it. To Mark and Albert, love and long hours on the phone! I, Mike Trapp, in hopes of returning the favor that J.R., M.V., and G.V. did to me, bequeath to all them the R.B.C. given only be Valley's favorite sport. l, Diane Watson, bequeath the following to the following: Terrie Baratz, Dennis-W.H.S. To Jo Dickerson, sophomore year, perfect 6-some, Friends Elton, and Glen. To Frank Cocche, the roller skating championships. To Tom.Gordon, Hungarian Tuna. To Sheryl Cameron, eyewatering talks and pinkies To Dorothy Di- vot Gallagher, a rock-out concert starring us, and Chemistry, Bobby Reidell, Annette Funachele, Mageinsky Tullemellow Golf Classic of Lima Bean, and a six pack of frog hair. To Rhonda Bled- soe Bleis, Lake Sahara jet set, Dominic, Sunrise Medical Building, Vodka Collins, show, Satch and Sonny, Clark, Curt, and Ed, Plata Del Ray, Tommy, George is the big bear still in the woods? Colonel Klink, Dodge City, all the advice we traded but never took and a sincere wish that you can find true happiness with someone who can give and love as much as you. To Valley Hi, a fond fair- well, you gave me the best years ever. Long Live Valley High. I, Suzie Welling, being of sound body but questionable mind, will: To Tina, a bowl of gold fish and a lifetime supply of T.P.! P.J. a secret kept, a parking stall with top billing, and an appoint- ment at that funny hairdresser. To Karen, a lifetime supply of Kleenex tissues, and a pro-baseball player with a over-developed muscle. To Brad, a bathrobe and a private line. To Tom and John, all my Eskimo Pies. To Tom and all the other Redheads of Valley High, the secret we all share! tshhhj. To the student body of Valley High, the best luck in the future and I hope its as good for for you as it was for me! I, John Wilcox, being of worped mind and strange body leave: To Mark Scheppmann, a box a panty hose, enough golf balls to bill each one, a book of party games, a cold spoon with enough string on it and a bottle of Nair. To Jeff Fleitz, 10 girls dying to go out with him, a how-to book on conducting yourself with a girl at a drive-in movie and a bottle of Pepto-Bismal for every girl he takes to the drive-in. To Brad Osgood, a good sport trophy for his fine performance at Key Club initiation. To Kevin English, les- sons on how to control yourself in the presence of young ladies, boxer shorts or not. To Ralph Freund, a year's subscription to 303