Edina High School - Whigrean Yearbook (Edina, MN)

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From Out Of The Woodwork Enjoying the quiet of a seldom empty coffeeroom, janitors relax between duties. UNDERCOVER The behind the scenes workers never had a dull moment as they kept East running smoothly. The lunch ladies that helped us with our scrumptious snacks and luscious lunches were dressed in classy, matching uniforms. The senior men displayed their approval of the lunch ladies by donating photos to put on the malt machine. Our beloved lunch ladies were not alone, for they were accompanied by the jovial janitors. When seen working in the halls they seemed to be tough guys, but when visited in their coffeeroom they were full of life. Enjoying their breaks playing cribbage or using the microwave ovens they were trying to fix, the janitorial staff agreed that they enjoyed their work. Dedicated workmen labored contin-uosly to give the school some internal surgery. They added the modern architecture to the first floor, and gas grills in the courtyard. We think these people are great and deserve recognition. Alright! Working amor is performing the .irtons and equipment in the receiving ■ Mine duties. room, a lone janitor 14

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Sunny Side Up A slightly warm, recently emptied bed lies cluttered with the paraphernalia needed to prepare for another school day. Lynn Fore, suspiciously eyeing the boys in the back of the bus, chooses a seat. WAKE-UP He turned over in agony to turn off the buzzing that rudely invaded his dreams. Alas another day had begun. His sister, he knew, was out delivering the morning papers. Brother Bill, as usual, was jogging around the lake. It was beyond his understanding how anyone could rise this early, even for a quick trip to Perkins. Six-thirty was early enough for him. A glance out the window revealed a fresh foot of snow. Preferring not to think about it, he headed toward the bathroom for his morning ritual. Somehow the breakfast of raisin bran and O.J. did not suffice. Additional nourishment would be required at snack break. Books in hand, he headed for the door. Just to be sure he checked his folder for his history assignment. It wasn't there!! A dash to the bedroom-panic ensued. He would have to go to school without it. Time was wasted and the big orange limo had probably left without him. With biking out of the question due to the snow, a hurried walk was necessary to beat the homeroom bell. With South View Lane in sight, a lump rose in his throat as he noticed a lack of activity on the school grounds. His pace quickened for the final jog to the main entrance. A grasp for the door handle was met with a resounding CLANK. AAAUUUGGGHHH! It was SATURDAY! t)

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Among an isle of supplies, this janitor makes sure everything is in order, admits included. ick a little, talk a little, pick a little, cheep-cheep-cheep, pick a lot, talk a little more. The 'eginnings of a great meal.