Philo skimmed through his book. Nothing outstanding. He hadn't gotten noticed for any particular mention in the student surveys but then a lot of people didn't, so he was used to it. Plenty of pages in the back for scribbling. He could do some drafting there but he had a notebook for his mechanical ideas elsewhere. His brother Foster always claimed he got every girl's signature and address in his yearbooks. Philo doubted he would ever get that many. But if a certain someone were able to to sign his yearbook...