Edgewood High School - Aurigan Yearbook (West Covina, CA)

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Senior Wi ls Greg Carter I w ill to Ralph Maeda my trusty lab partner, all his lab r e ports I had reproduced in the library. To Mr. Mays, an entire class of5tudents like myself, so e would not have to te ach around the sleepers, he could join them. To Dale M a gner for Jon Watsonj I leave my right knee, so he will have a pair of bummers . Finally, to A vin Frazin, I leave m y subscription to the Pervert's Post , and Good Luck at next years parties. William Roberts I William Roberts do, with sound mind and body, will to E d g e w oo d High my borrowed gym clothes, to Mike Jones enough mo ney for a squirrel cage, to Jill Karasak a pair of elephant tusks and a one year pass to a hair dresser, to Mr. Sergio an ego, to Elaine McKenna a tongue to fix, to M ik e Baxter his brothers ability or a muzzle--or both. to C arl Ciarfalio my nickname fPorkJ and my unbroken hand and to Dale Magnet a hurt knee and a broken hand Sr my ability to get hurt--AND COACH WELLS GOOD LUCK! ll Mrelgan Weeks I egan Weeks being of sound mind and bod will to Dexter m y eraser for all his mistakes in bookkeeping: to my sister Susan my shovel, hoe, and weed killer to Work on her plot w ith, to Mr. Sweat four cans of tulipsg to Mr. I-laymond a half-way decent joke book. I will to Sherry and Jay a nice big diamond, to Pat and Mark lots of understandingg to Rick Y aklin a girl as wonderful as his brother hasg and to Jane Wyatt another Rod and my lunches, she can have my project too! And last of all to the Freshman class each a pair of elevator shoes. Bruce Hall I will my tried bones to Coach Wells. I will my brain to Mr. Mays. I will my locker to my one and only girlfriend Thisha Rector, take good care of it. Michelle Lumia I will the administrators one saw, as it may be the only thing left no open their minds, and the drama department some new costumes to replenish the wardrobe. Charlotte Kiyan I, Charlotte Kiyan, will to my sister, Carol, a slide rule fo r chem istry next year and a wonderful senior year. To Mrs. Wheeler, I will another Pep Squad as sweet and quiet as this year's and a louder voice, and to Kelly Yeomans a life-time supply of apple cores. Sherrie Ross ISherrie Ross will my old beat-up typewriter to Cindy Haas. My assembly seat to Larry Roberts. My seat in the cafeteria to Susan Geiger. Jodi Ball the locker she wrote no-no's on. My gym cloths to Maureen Calnan. My extra credits to my senior friends who didn't make it. Laura Jones I will to all the counselors, Mrs. Bauer and Mrs. Dunn alot less pr oblem reports. A closer police department to Mr. Hochb er get and to Mr. Kinzler I will my brother Mike's voice and to next years seniors all the problems of the Senior Quad. Don DeLay To Dexter, my bottom locker. To Dave Baxley, my half ofthe chemistry bill. To Greg Stel, a l00lb. bag of pretzels to make up for the ones I scarfed from him. To Glynnis Alexander, happiness . To Glynice Alexander, my P. E. shirt to remember my by. To Vicki, my sideburns. Jfool dillkefelio M f N lX X, lil? D I ,W Pi n nin g people on the quad and throwing body blocks in the halls are some of Randy Moersch's activi- ties , which have won him the title of Most Athletic. Capping off this season as the ca ptain of the varsity foot- b all a nd wrestling teams, Randy has also ran varsitv tr a c k for three years, tqu'enJla'e4l 7 '2 , two-hundred and eighty-three pounds, runs the fi ty in 5 seconds flat are just some of the reasons why Georgia Thomas w as selected as 'Most Athletic . Georgia has had an early interest in s ports, mainly because her parents gave er a football o n her 4th birthday. Elaine's one word vocab- ulary which consists of Hi with a smile attached to it is about as friendly as you can get at Edgewood with- out getting mugged or being called a sosh . Relatively new here at Edgewood, Elaine has learned that be- in g c o n stantly friendly to 3, O00 people can be tirin , so she makes up for it gy w eating a tee-shirt that sa y s Hi, dammit. Shut-upstuped , 'Back- off Honey and some other phrases uttered in his native langua e are some ofthe re asons ghai Bunyagidy has r e c e i ved the Most Friend - liest award. You can bet y o ur bagel that every time ther e's a crowd of people. C hai will be in the middle o f it telling one of his dirty T hailand jokes.

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UQ. f p. A-3-ef E , 2 Q z. ,, . 919?'?Hr5'5'7f,,,gn:p, vamfih, are Q 3 it must be noted, he had pas- sed the w o rd - -and -yet the Great Plot was on! Sergio eavesdropped on Mr. Wenner, teacher of m ath em a tics, ICM, and other hardstuffs. Mr. Wenner had paused in the middle of a tirade of differential equations, an absent, far- away look onhis face. Even as he began to mumble, the chalk was poised--ready to scribble mathematical state- m ents of the most violent n ature . 'I'hete's nothing more powerful than an idea . . . . You don't know where you are untilyou get there. Oh, b0yl ' Sergio b rea th ed with a grimace, IC M must be a winner! Yet the word was passed. Norman Silvey passed thro ugh the Sergio dream. H e was fingering his growth of side- urns, probably pla n ni ng next year's fan- tastic crop, as he instructed his O-4 class. A P e e ki ng Tom would have observed Sergio quiver a nd grin a little while still in the grips of sleep, for in s piration of inspirations! Si lvey had suddenly broken off his lecture on Far East civilizations, stepped down from his carpeted dais, le a ped to the door opening into the rear of 0-3, opene it without turning the knob, and passed the word to Sergio next door! By George., I thing he 's goincg to do it! Silvey cried won rously. A few weeks passed. It w a s after graduation cer- em o ni es. Various parents a nd students were scattered over the grassy amphitheater th at was the scene of many te a r s , smiling faces, and ha ppy gestures a few short m i n utes before. Dusk had fa ll e n . Nearby pine and spruce trees stood like shad ow y scarecrows in th e sterile warmth of the e v e ni ng gloom. Even the sounds of voices floating across the lawn carried a note of despondency, as if tonight were truely the end, instead of the beginning. Then out of the dusk ap- pro a ch ed a single, dark, trenchcoated form. It slow- ed to no nchalance, then petered out to aimlessness, head bow ed as if in con- tim plation, But it was joined by another, sporting a co at, before too long. A third , with a sweater, walked up, and then a fourth. Soon the group had grown to a crowd, which then expand ed to a party. In seconds, wonderof all w o n d e rs, the party had a- c hi e ved m ass movement proportions! Somewhere in the mass, somebod began to whisper. Ma k e that several people. Well, what happened is that soon the mass was a quiver- ing, turbulent body of hand m o t i ons and mouth move- ments, a ll in a seriously hushed tone! lt wasthe Edgewood High fa c u lt y gathered there on that forlorn space, telling a bout how it had struggled, reached, attained, hesita- ted, failed, and started all over again day after day for four years: nine months a y ea rs, four weeks a month, fi ve days a week, seven hours a day, etcetera, in a m a g ni ficent effort to ed - ucate! And it had suc- c ee ded in grand mystery-- grand magical mystery! The Great Plot was over, for a while, at least, The t e a c h e rs had not gathered th er e to pat themselved or their backs. No. The Great Plot had worked, but the G r e a t Plot would have to be started again next year.