Eden Prairie High School - Eagle Yearbook (Eden Prairie, MN)

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Rose Mary Christenson- Cute, sweet l'gal. full of fun. Monitor SSH ll; Pep Club 10, 11; Chorus 9; Homecoming Attendant 12. Patricia Boyd-11A smiling face that a dark cloud seldom shadows. Class Officer 10, ll; Girl's Quartet 10; Art Club 9; Chorus 9, 10, 11, 12; Citizenship 9; Courtesy Club 9; Monitor SSH 12; Annual 12; Buzzer ll, 12. Patricia Eames- Picture of vim. vigor and vitality. Pep Club 9, 10, 11, 12; Art Club 9; Class Play 9,10, 11,12; Office Work 11,12;Chorus 9.10.11.121 Girl's Quintet 10; Citizenship 9; Courtesy Club 9'; Class Officer 10, ll, 12; Cheerleader 9,10, 11, 12; Student Council 10: HomeCOming Queen 12; Co- Editor of Annual 12; Buzzer 11, 12; Wayne Chevalier- A real Taffy. Class Officer 10; Student Council 9, 11; Basketball 10. 12; Class Play 9; Homecoming M.C. 12.

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Class Will Patsy Boyd- I will my ability to ask so many questions to anyone who wants to keep Mrs. Wanek on her toes. Wayne Chevalier-I will my title as the llcraziest driver in school to Jerry Roeser. Rose Mary Christenson-I will my height to Barbara, HChris . Pat Eames-I will my position as co-editor of the annual to Bobby Kopesky because he has so many ideas. Pat Fisher-I will all of my typing skills ? ? ? to Janet Holasek. Elizabeth Florez-l will my position as alto to Doris and my position of checking attendance in the lunch room to anyone who can remember faces. Luella Gilbert-I will my perfect attendance record to Jim Lueck. Bob Hirt-I will my position as business manager of Buzzer and Annual to anyone who can figure out the books and also by ability to get nominated for all school offices but never elected to Bob Pauly and hope he has as much success. Pauline Kocourek-I will my position as cheerleader to Harold Duda. Bev Kopesky-I will my position as circulation manager of Buzzer to Jackie Pavelka because she likes to circulate. Bonnie Kormylo-I will my position as president of Student Council to anyone who has their own bank account. Bob Listberger-I will my position as drummer in band to Joe Holasek. Maryann Mar shall-I will my privilege of driving the nicest and newest car to school to anyone who likes to walk. Bob Moe-I will my ability to miss as much school as possible and yet pass to Don MacKinnon. Berton Pierce-I will my duck tail to Jerry Story. Jerome Pomerleau-I will my ability to get along with teachers to my brother, Denny. Jim Simons-I will my ability to get the most sandwiches in lunch line to Barbara Bren. Marlene Wenisch-I will my position as Secretary of Student Council to anyone who can write fast enough to keep up with the expenses.

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10 Class Prophecy During my reCent trip around the world, made possible by a million dollar cashiers check from Mr. Michael Anthony, I met up with the graduating class of 1957. Now come along with me, and you'll see exactly where they are and just what they're doing. My first stop took me to the North Pole, where I see Maryann keeping house for an Eskimo family. All Maryann had to say was, HIive run out of ways to prepare blubber, We bid farewell to Maryann and weire off again. We are now in Australia where we see---Oh no: It's Bob Hirt and he's pole vaulting of course! He says, HI feel gr-r-rreat because I eat my Mellougs Frosted Brakes. Pm aboard the plane once more, and I Certainly feel tired. But just as I am about to drop to sleep, a large grape-fruit hitls me in the nose. Iturn around to see who the joker might be, and low and behold: Thereis Luella. What do you suppose sheis doing but practicing her base- ball. Our next stop is New York where we find---you guessed it: Pauline Kocourek modeling: My, but your looking good, Pauline: How do you like your modeling career? H Honk.' Honk.' was all she replied. She has a wonderful job working for Pink PonyH modeling the darlingest bridles and saddles you've ever seen: My plane is now soaring over the Pacific OCean heading roward Guatemala. I just looked out the window and who do you suppose I saw: Pat E. and Jim S. Pat is riding a large red balloon and Jim a blue one. I asked what theyire trying to prove, and they replied, Hwe're member of Conley Engstroniums WHAT DOES THE FUT URE HOLD, CLUB testing the strength of red and blue balloons. As our plane flew on, I heard Jim reply, HLOOOOk OutZ: Bang. Here I am in Guatemala at last. As I step off the plane, I see a great Cloud of dust, and the buzzing sound of a raCe car attacks my ears. As I approach the raCe track I see Wayne oiling up the wheels on his car, called LADY GADIVA. I was off once again, and in the direction of Mexico, when I looked down from the plane and saw California below. I-had to stop at Disney Land; while I was viewing the roller coaster, who should I see but Bob L. and following him the Mousketeers. He's taking Roy's place for the summer and Certainly enjoys his work. I next decided that I would visit a real night Club. I entered the Gold Nugget, and who do you suppose I saw but Pat B. singing ttPEVO . I also saw Rosey C. sitting at a table in the background eating a Kiddie Calorie Peter's Porkette. You see, Rosey is the President of Rosey's Low Rate Lose Weight Salon. I guess Ilve had enough of this night life, so I'm now on my way again bound for Europe. Here we are in Paris, and I'm just in time to take in a style show. The head designer is none other than Liz Florentine. She says, HWe, you notice the style this year is that Dior Look . As I am just about finished with my tour of gay Paris, I strolled across one of its many lush parks and saw a young Couple enjoying the scenery. It suddenly occurred to me that they were Pat Fisher and Chub. I greeted them and went on my way. Itm now on my way back to the good old U.S., Champayne flight. As I got nicely settled in my seat, the airline stewardess said we were entering wind belts and to fasten belts and be calm. Just then the pilot came rushing through the crowd and said, HI can't do it, I'm scared: Ithought I recognized his face; of course it's baby face Bert. Donit jump Bert: Don't jump: Now I had to bail out since there was no pilot. I made a safe landing in Lake Superior and was rescued by two healthy farmer's daughters Bev. and Marlene. They immediately rushed me into the ambulance and took me to a nearby hospital, where I woke up to the words of---Bonnie Kormilly wanted in surgery. The first thoughts which came to my head were, oh no, not me: Just then an orderly picked me up and wheeled me to the operating room where there was none other than Bonnie and Bob Moe with scapel in hand. Help: Help,'