Lawrence Park High School - Lawrentian Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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PROPHECY In this age of Space and Sputnik Many things we can foresee So let your gaze linger longer And read our Prophecy. JIM DYER became a physicist, He always was a whizzacist. BOB GARDNER still dribbles a basketballg He grew to be eleven feet tall. PAUL MINIER, the industrial designer, In all the land there is no finer. BILL FRENCH a symphony conducts, Needless -to-say, he's in the bucks. ALVIN now owns a grocery store, But BARB takes the cash at the door. Blimey mate, it's CHICHESTER, WARREN, He's sailin' now to ports, all foreign. A beauty queen is NORENE WADE, Wearing diamonds, pearl and jade. JERRY OLSON, coach at Notre Dame, Achieved more than a little fame. With DAVE ORCHARD, golf is no fad, At age fifty -five he may beat his dad. An archeologist is MARILYN JONES, All she does is dust off bones. A fashion designer is CORRINNE RENSELQ She's a real slick chick with a crazy pencil. TOMMY WOODS took over the Navy, He's even sporting hair that's wavy. Cars were ANDY ANDERSON'S choiceg He now has a chauffeur who drives a Rolls-Royce That BAILEY gal, our MARY JO, Has plenty of dates and places to go. A kindergarten teacher is SARAH NEVINQ She dotes on all little ones this side of heaven. KAY SUN DBACK is a sprightly lassg She sure keeps them alert in class. JACKIE YORK is now Miss Universe, And on Broadway must rehearse. JIM PACHELL, our diplomat, Take a look at that high silk hat. Our chemical wizard, TOM MCMURRAY, Got to the moon, but not in a hurry. Christian Dior in France is missed, But we don't worry, we have GRETA LIN DQUIST LINDA ROTH, art is her game, We predict she'll rise to fame. REPINE, EPPERSON, and WITHEROW As engineers are on the go.

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-.l-,1 '.,,,+fg 1 :se '- 'ysafif Q I, sw' 'O -- Y '. 5 U SILVER SERENADE n Our twenty-fifth anniversary was carried over into the theme ofthe Prom, sponsored by the Class of 1958. Neil Charles' orchestra provided the pleasant niusical accompaniment to which Dean Knight and Sherrel Brakeman were crowned king and queen. Co-chairmen Dave Orchard and Jean Robinson are to be congratulated on a social event, not easily forgotten, and which will hold fond memories for the many who were in attendance. C?

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RUTH BARRELL, a studious lass, In one place only, the head of the class. The twins in our class are JIM and JERRY, Had they been triplets, we'd have Tom, Dick, and Harry JUDY KAEBNICK, we'll miss your laughterg But forget you we won't, forever after. CAROLYN KRANTZ,she loved the stage, On Broadway now, has become the rage. When it comes to brains on a level higher, We nominate GAIL FRANCIS MEIER. Sugar and spice and all things nice, That's JUDY RAY. We'll say it twice. FRANK STEFANO, our football ace, As All-American, takes his place. JEANNIE ROBINSON, so light and fair, Is bound to succeed almost anywhere. LINDA FLAHERTY sparks the Red Crossg Without her they'd be a total loss. PATTY JENKS traveled over the sea, But she came back to usp how lucky are we! CAROL LENNING, typist breath -taking, Court dictation, now is taking. TATI, you're so sweet and gay, How we wish that you could stay! The girls will cryg the girls will moan, ILKKA, the day you sail for home. CATHIE wants to be a teachg We know why, she reads Miss Peach. JEANNIE BRANDT, now there's a girl, She'll soon be caught in the social whirl. Madame BRINDLE, our own ROSEMARIE, The favorite violinist of you and me. SCI-IUWERK, SIBLEY, and SONJA STANGIE, Are advertisers who know every angle. A pleasing personality has NANCY JO, There's no telling how far she'll go. Good luck and best wishes, DARLENE, to youg We know you'll succeed in whatever you do. JUDY JORDAN, queen of the dance, Unlucky at cards, but not at romance. MAGGIE, with her beautiful clothes, Looks like a dream wherever she goes. AGNES and HELEN though quiet are sweetg Two nicer gals you never will meet. Miss FEATHERS, is FLORENCE, a nurse of pure gold, She cares for the needs of both young and old. DELORES will be a missionary, PAT JOHNS at least three times will marry. VINCE, who wrote this prophecy, Says, Thank heavens, now l'm free,