Martha Appleberry

Mr. McNeill. Sigh*

I recall the revolutionary lunches we would have. We brought in communal food and shared among our little group. I remember one time we had a cooler of Boone's Farm apple wine disguised as apple juice. I think this activity was a response to the bad food.

I also recall some magic phrase that some guys used at the cafeteria checkout that reputedly got them free food. I think it was hoof and nipples.