Hopkins High School - Warrior Yearbook (Minnetonka, MN)

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Amko Sten Christine Word J J Noun Gretchen Eisner Mke Lon BOW 3: Eric Tuck. Sue Hennemon. Ann Kee-lev. Bi« Mannng. Both Alford. Scott McOasson a Bob Kempainen and Aroka Sten. b. Mike Unn and Gretchen Eisner c. Christine Word and J.J Noun d John Meyer and Heather Bracken e Leslie Litman and Joel Smith f Scott McGtasson and Beth Alford. Winter Coronafion 25

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WIN GflM G0R0N ROW 1: Ross Gckxerg. Mary Von Tassel, Joe) Smith. Down Josper Heoine Brocken Dove Snuggerua. Les- lie lltman. ;onn Meyer, Trocy Tom. R J. Heckmon ROW 2: Mark Thompson. Lisa Jorgenson. Bob Kemoanen, I a Sophomore Attendants R.J. Heckmon and Trocy Tart b. Junior Attendants Mary Von Tassel and Ross Goldberg c. Dawn Josper ond Mark Thompson. d. Dave Snuggerud and L«$o Jorgenson. e. Sue Hennemon and Eric Tuck f Ann Keeley ond 81 Manning 24 Winter Coronation

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Heart-O-Grams: Not To Be Taken Lightheartedly I was a solitary student, slumped in my desk, huddled over my assignment in the corner of the room. A sudden thump on the wall across the room startled me and I looked up. Four girts, dressed in red. stood in the doorway and sang their familiar entrance. Heart - o - gra - amsll and flit to the center of the room. After shuffling through the flowers and sentiments piled high in their wicker basket, they came upon the pink (PASSION!!) flower and slip they had searched for so diligently. The room was buzzing with tension; who would be the next victim?? With a great burst of energy they shouted a name. It echoed across the room to me and my mind went blank. I sat. dazed, as my classmates (some of who I had been certain did not know that I existed) snickered and pointed at me; huddled so conspicuously in the far corner of the room, my face already a bright crimson. The four girls turned in unison and made their way towards me. They began their popular Rubber Duckie” serenade. They seemed to prey upon my embarassment as they sat me on their laps, ran their fingers through my hair, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. My vision was blurred except to see the 30 pairs of eyes focused on me. How could my love have been so cruel? Better yet. who was this secret admirer of mine? Certainly I hod no knowledge of her. Revenge was in my thoughts as they concluded the song with four short kisses planted on my rose cheek. But who??? I called frantically after them, anxious and unnerved. Anonymous, they giggled in reply. I walked from my class, a pink flower pinned to my chest, looking to the throng of people for my hidden love. 26 Heart-O-Grams