Fruita High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Fruita, CO)

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p X crched in the bleachers. Norman Vincent watched his mat- mates hold tight to second spot at the Western Slope Wrestle- offs. Syd O'Connor wondered why Linda Guccini was so ecstat- ic; Jeanne Heiny wondered why Syd didn't watch the action to find out. Patty Maluy. left, paused in the hall to brush a stray wisp of hair and mull over the up-coming class work. In the spring diamond aces Kris Keith. Dennis Price. Dick Reed. Ed- die Serrano, Larry Reed. Tom Warren, Ray Ball and Lcs Smith fired the old apple; someone had forgotten to bring out the bats. Gourmet Glenn Erkman beamed after downing two milks, then he settled down to eat. Sheryl Arbogast riveted her attention to the action at the tourney. Bryan Beck expounded the virtues of music while Tom Cronk seemed doubtful that Tim Tomlinson could navigate the crowded halls. Linda Mcinscn had a ball at the Sweethearts' Ball, and Harry Oliver blew his horn but not hiscool as he aided with Stunt Night. 13

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F 1— levating an injured leg. songbird Yvonne Brownell gave her vocal chords a rest at Swing Choir rehearsal, a weekly Thursday night affair, top. left. Pepsters, on the other hand, were never quiet not even in class. The cheering gallery, above, right, rooted for a win over Hotchkiss. Attentive Kathy Buhler. right, waited for a ride home and kept an ear tuned to the chit-chat while Jo Adair Welch tried to convince the office that she had not been late to class. Larry Reed staggered under the ponderous load of hefty upperclassman Gerald Clawson during F-Club’s initiation, and Vicky Carnal mirrored the “What? Me Worry'?” philosophy of the senior class. Donna Barbee and Mary Lou Beebe were apprehensive at the mat tour- ney; Kris Keith and Frank Fry compared notes in study hall, and Chuck Greager jumped out of the woodwork to steal the scene from Julianne Moore and Linda Guccini. Kirk Monger and Mike Moon packed up Fruita's mat gear. 12

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Atop a Paunch of Talked of Snow soggy it fell on the moaning's blues and our world sparkled Winter was a ball Pillows, Santa At last it came the snow, ankle deep and splatter- ing wet; it was beautiful! In a season gla cd frothy white. Fruita's winter was a big. red apple. It was the best of times. While Kenny Miller traced silent hearts across the campus with his toe. girls, armed with per- fumed lemons, matched squirt-for-squirt the water pistols wielded by sophomore badmen of the buses. Days began dark, wc kicked through the snow, be- tween the fog. and sighted on the eerie glow of streetlights laughing at our efforts to look awake. By 7:30. warmed with hallway chatter, we were off-and- running toward 3:05. toward gab sessions at the Can- dy Shoppe. Later there would be Science Club and a moonlight stroll—on the roof! Pep Club trips, class meetings, last-minute study as buses jogged schoolward these were the sugar coat- ing of our days. It was difficult to be at four activities simultaneously. Dennis Retherford, Jeanne Heiny. Gene Saw and Mickey Cox. the 'Just Us exponents of soul, crammed rehearsal into a hectic schedule preparing for Stunt Night. 14