Vestaburg High School - Wolverine Yearbook (Vestaburg, MI)

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The alarm clock sounds. Another school day. For a moment he holds back a choked sob. “Will this madness ever end!?” YOU took my picture! reacts seventh grade cheerleader Lisa Deyarmond after photographer Neil Moomcy triggers his flash. No, Larry did, smiles Larry McClellan, quick to catch the real photo. FACIAL expressions often say it all, as is evident by the look on sophomore Phil Frisbie's face, above, and teacher Bruce Torgcrson's face, far right. Who knows what interaction is taking place between Mr. DeShano and junior Lynn Krafft; and Rusty Sanders, as usual, looks like he knows something we don’t. St It We

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 Cosh, I was sure I had a full tank... of Dating Don't eat onions and garlic before you go out -Kelly Kane Go somewhere with anice atmosphere. -Jeff Anna Smile at yourself in the mirror and make sure you don't have spinach between your teeth. Have your date stand beside your dog and if you have a hard time deciding who's better looking, stay home with your dog. Check and make sure he has a pulse. -Miss Brokop Don't date before you're 50; don't date after you're 50. -Mr. DeShano Stay away from wild women; do any- thing that's legal. -Randy Camp Do as much as possible, as long as it's legal, don't bore your date. -Tracy Keyes Try to be goofy. -Leo Hernandez Do be kind and place. -Dan Purcell H0W to get yourpicture yirthey rt00k .Hang aronnd etv sport Jlefs»P«f’'ganW t'°n «Belong I» “ outrage0 3 0° s°mtose ' X atcning Zvlss tun ? I.o°K '“Liing Be g°°®° ,,er around foUoVJ otograP f •oate ' e Ppograjn« pltotognaP take her to a Student Life

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Moods by Brad Olrich A day in the life of... It is morning. The sun sends its gentle orange shaft through the curtains of a small dark bedroom. A strange gutteral sound emanates from beneath the covers of a bed in the corner. photo bv Larry McClellan Ohhh, cripe... he thinks ...night over already...? Grimacing, he rolls out of bed onto the floor. They go so blasted fast lately, he grum- bles . Another school day... LATER... It has not been a good day so far. His usual first hour nap had been rudely inter- rupted by a rather disturbed English teacher who insisted that One could not study Longfellow with one's eyes closed! , and furthermore, he had been given a pop quiz in algebra. Now only one and a half minutes stand between him and lunch. It seems an eter- nity. He feels a quivering of anticipation in his knees. The hands of the clock loom ever closer to the fateful time. His mind whirls with the thoughts of escaping the boredom which holds the class in its iron grip. He glances at the clock; fifteen seconds and closing. His eyes become glazed; he is sweating profusely. The bell rings! Y ay!!!!!! He springs from his seat with a scream of glee and finds himself running in a joyful dash to the cafeteria for lunch and eternal happiness. Ah, sixth hour has just ended. Opening his locker, he takes a quick look in a mirror hanging on the inside. Mmmm, whatta face, he smiles to himself. He turns and scans the masses milling about in the hall. Then ho sees her. She doesn't know it, but this is her lucky day. He had always suspected she was attracted to him; now he's going to give her a chance. Here she comes. Closer... CLOSER.. .He makes his move. Hi, my name's... And there she goes. He's in shock. She doesn't see him. She doesn't hear him. She never even stops talking. Hmph. He feels a blackness in his heart. Scowling at her form making its way down the hall, he slams the locker. With an indignant grunt of fury, he angrily storms outside where the setting sun greets him with gentle warmth to soothe his flaming rage.