Renville High School - Renvillon Yearbook (Renville, MN)

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CLASS POEM (CONTINUED) G is for Gail, a really sweet lass, She must be the shyest one in our class. G is for Gary, he dresses so well. In blue jeans and paint shirts he looks real swell. G is for Gail, with charm and poise, She does real well when talking to boys. H is for Holly, initials are hah, She's a shrimp, but oo-la-la! J is for Joe, a mechanic all the way, Down in the shop he'd like to stay. J is for Jeff, who monkeys around, Wherever there's fun he is sure to be found. J is for Jim, a fine athlete, When you want something done he cannot be beat. J is for Jane, a good nurse will soon be, A really great gal just between you and me. J is for Jenny, and her real cute giggle, But when she walks, it's matched by her wiggle. K is for Ken, he speaks with a drawl, He fits himself in and is we 11-liked by all. K is for Ken, known as a bird, Speaks quite a bit; in class nary a word. L is for LaDonna, makes competition tough, When it comes to studying, she'll never skiff. L is for Larry, a speedy lad, Makes baskets with ease, and makes us all glad. L is for Linda, she's really sweet As a navy wife, she'll really be neat. M is for Marcia, the Queen of the Year, As Vinnie Day she was truly a dear. M is for Marcia, she likes to dance, She'll really go far if given the chance. M is for Marlys, secretary in our school, At handling books and machines, she's real cool. M is for Marilyn, so jolly and gay, She never lets anything spoil her day. M is for Mike, a disc-jockey he'll be, You might even hear him on KDWB. P is for Paul, Butcher to most, Of football skills he surely can boast.

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CLASS POEM Come gather 'round people wherever you roam, And admit that the Seniors around you have grown, And confess that soon they'll be far from home, For the times them are a-changing. A is for Al, his Ford is green, He looks real tough, but he's really not mean. B is for Bill, our wrestling star, With all of his talents he'll surely go far. B is for Becky, bright and full of joy, She's got her heart set on one special boy. B is for Betty, a hard-working gal, Always around when you need a real pal. B is for Barb, our editor so true, She worked real hard to bring this to you. C is for Curt, our wrestling brute, Always found with a girl that is cute. C is for Corny, he can be found Usually where Stan and Ken hang around. D is for Duane, our own Cowboy true, He always comes out with a victory or two. D is for Deb, in music does well, Her YFU Summer in Sweden was swell. D is for Delton, he really has height, When used in basketball he does alright. D is for Dick, our school Peter Fonda , Usually is found on his mean green Honda. D is for Dan, a real bag of beans, Always totally lost it seems. D is for DeWayne, he's got some kind of luck, He's taken a car in the ditch, plus one truck. D is for Dona, our artist go great, Personality plus talent, they really rate. D is for Dave, our red-headed Dad. If you listen real close you can still hear Oh, Gad! D is for Denny, likes lots of fun, Alias, Holy Terror Robinson. D is for Darryl, he's Whitney, remember, Listen real close when he says Dezember! 11

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CLASS POEM (CONTINUED) P is for Pat, F.F.A. Chief, AS Reverend Lloyd his sermons weren't brief. P is for Peter, he is a riot, He's always forgetting about his diet. P is for Pam, a real dilly, Giggling in class and acting silly. P is for Peggy who liked French real well, Her award alone is enough to tell! R is for Ron, our own prankster true, With a sick joke, he'll always come through. S is for Sue, as cute as can be, A hit in life she surely shall be. S is for Sara, she has her own spirit, And when she is cheering, you really can hear it. S is for Stan, a real nice mouse, In Olivia he has another nice house. S is for Steve, a squirrely sort, He's also known as a dandy sport. S is for Stan, he's one of those boys, Who fixes cars, like they were toys. S is for Steve, the poet of our class, Some of his jokes are really a gas. T is for Trix, our own Swiss Miss, Her dimples make her sweet enough to kiss. T is for Tom, he has his own walk, In class discussions, he really can talk. W is for Wayne, he's always late, Looks forward to the bells, he just can't wait. Now Mother's and Father's throughout the land, Don't criticize what you don't understand, Your sons and daughters are beyond your command, For the times them are a-changing. CLASS ADVISORS CLASS OFFICERS