Indy is a smart-ass by posting my voluminous yearbook entries in her books. So I did some super-sleuthing and found MY yearbooks, the three in which she is also featured, and upon perusal discovered that Indy herself, indeedy, had the ability to wax diarrhetic in prose. Thus, I have taken it as my honorable obligation to importune her forthwith as much as possible and in the same manner as I have been affronted... Ha! My next four posts are dedicated to friends Indy and Short Round, who are two of the (only) four people to have ever graced the pages of my yearbook with their beautiful adolescent penmanship.
*Note to readers (all two of you): keep in mind that our inane high school thought it best to provide yearbooks in the fall of the following year, so in many instances what is written for the year in print actually pertains to the following year...
NANI,
Wench (ha) you did too! Guide right Eileen! We have done so much to and for the band. Laker Nag and Laker Rag have been put to rest and on the the new year.
THANX for taking the scared and thin blonde under your wing! And the dough of life really kneaded its way out! Well look, I'm Vice Prez of band, one of the uniform managers and a front rank and a prospect for the honorable position of drum major.
I'm glad were band fags together.
(heart)
Eilee
Remember Guide Right and Cover Down!
You're my best friend and don't forget it!
Now, wasn't that sweet? And all of the capitalized words were in Indy's signature bubble-block letters (we all had our signature block letters, right?) Indy was SOOOOO good to make up for the brevity of this yearbook entry in my next yearbook...
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Didn't we have a Laker Nag and Laker Rag song or something like to the tune of I saw mommy kissing santa claus? "I saw Fischer yelling at the band. At the football game one Friday night....it wasn't nice at all, he made us stand up tall, and kept us at attention till we thought that we would fall, Oh I saw Fischer.....etc"
How did you not smother me with a pillow in Europe I will never know.
Still not going to marry you. hahaha
Well, if you won't marry me then, I'll have to resort to my first 'husband' whom I married between our houses when I was like 4 years old... My neighbor, Brian B. Oh wait, he's already married... And on that thought, so am I! I'm married, Ei! You don't have to marry me after all! Woo-hooo!! You're right, we did have a song, I can't remember any more than you just wrote. But give me 4 1/2 more months (after baby #2 arrives) and a cheap bottle of wine, and I'll rewrite it better than ever.
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