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

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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.

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Zeal i iiii .fwfr 41 lb-s 1' , Richard Rice was sel- ected as having the best bawwwwwwdy on campus by a panel of thirty-eight drooling girls, Richard can be found running around the halls in skin tight P, E. trunks performing gymnastics tricks and goinginto his imitations Charles Atlas . Ri c h a r d attributes his physique to his ballet teacher. Exhibiting one of the most thought provoking bods on our campus, C arol Presnell is quite a c o ll e c t i on of molecules. When Carol walks by, there's sure to be a rise in temp- eratur e and a speeding of tn e pulse and heartbeat: so e at yo ur hearts out boys, and look at that terrain! Wea! T n e unique thin about Claudette Martin is Stat her clothes are made by Union m ember elves and munch - kins. Alwayskeepingin sty- le with the latest fashions, Claudette wears the latest in c anvas nylons with high top Army Surplus combat boots, ,, topped'off with a Green Bay Packerfootballhelmet. Be- ing well -dressed has its hangf ups though. Sporting a Catsup stained sweatshirt with ruffled cuffs and collar, flashy Rick Steed is noted for his ability to wearjust about anything and g et away with it. Why just the other day Rick was seen wearing see -through shoela - c e s , a bow -tie that lights up and says Merry Christmas, a nd a Roy Rogers tee -shirt t h a t s a y s Visit Beautiful Flatbush, Minnesota. .ferubr WUI: Susan Graham I will my sister Cheryl Danio all the memories of our exciting w ee kends. I also will her Whittier Blvd. and all the West C oast Vans and the members. Also the ability to stay out of trouble. I will Teana Mosler the biggest taco and burrito in the world. To Wanda Brown I will a super big Hughhie . To Glenda Bagley, Mr. Jessup! Trudy Torrence ITrudy Torrence being of sound mind and body do will blue and silver snow flakes to Miss Williams and my loud voice and some patience to the next Girl's League President. My great GAA ability goes to Pat Shanley and Pam Marks, may they have as many bruises as I do. My apple cores go to Kelly Y eomans. And to Miss Lingenfelter my ability to keep my temper! Dona Oshiro Iwill Debbie Albers International Airport and the Jumbo Jet. To Kristi a sprained ankle and a new coat. To Bob Phillips, the b i g one everyone missed. To Ray Ebbers, Seal Beach To Cheryl Stoa a irst gear, to Tonya Dooleey the ability to shift in a automatic, and a ticket for 5 in a 25. To Ronnie Keener a years supply of thyroid pills, and to Jim Quinn a big hug, and a trip to Hawaii. Jim Miller I, Jim Miller, in my sound mind, will to Dan McMeeken m y cross-country time. To David Miller, my track shoes for the two-mile run, to Scott Danforth and all other future Physics students, sympathy, good luck and pityg to anyone planning on taking Psychology, the ability to laugh at some of Mr. Shaw's questionable jokes: to any potential German students, Viel Vergnugen. Finally, I most humbly bequeath to all new-coming freshmen, some fond memc ries at El-IS. Patty McHugh I will to Mr. Fountain my everlasting laughter and embar- r asment. I also will to Mr. Fountain an exact copy of my class ring. Thank you Mr. Fountain for your help and ever- la stin g friendship. I will to Cindy Collins a new door for the p a ss en get side of her blue bomb and a inside door handle for her side of the car. I will to Barbara Marquez a he ar in g aid so-she can understand others when they are talking. Iwill to Helene Sciortino a dime a week for phone calls and a compact mirror for her purse. Marsha Puz I b equ ea th to all of next year's students at EHS the mis- fo rtu ne of a five-period day, the horror of three lunch periods, and a beautifully littered campus. Craig Dong I w 1 ll my car to Cindy Collins, my Mickey Mouse watch to Tim Gilkison, to my little sister QBonnie Biedermanj, I will a se at on the firstbus, to Mr. Kilmer, my .infinite knowledge to math, to Mr. Franco, my automotive genius, to Mr. T . a new record of The Star Spangled Banner fcomplete with a new PA systemj, to Mr. Martz, a life- time subscription to the Free Press, to Mr. Mays, my slide rule, and to Ross Biederman, all of my debts and IOU's. Kerry Woolston tc L ouise and Debbie a giant key. To Karen Leventhal my old pornporn s . I will my friends the ability to do som ethin g without getting caught. Mrs. Wheeler a new p a ir of knee caps in case hers pop off. Carol and Cathy the ability to pay attention when I talk to them. Carol Kiy an my gpld loomers. To Debbie Albers a filing kit. To Debbie Ro erts a 4f3 Cheri Brady I will my little sister, Karen, my empty tube of Clearisel.