Harlem High School - Meteor Yearbook (Machesney Park, IL)

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Meteor Staff The foolhardy sticking their necks into Room 41 seventh hour would hear the staccato of Peg’s typing, the sound of Judy’s fumbling through cluttered drawers, and the rumble of general conversation. Above the strains of the portable radio the)- would hear a few oft-repeated phrases such as, Who brought the food?”, and Hasn’t he approved that writeup yet?” Our first fall meetings featured a spirited fight over theme and cover decisions. A partial staff met seventh hour (Aw, pretty please, don’t give me the boards!) and the full staff Tuesday nights. Adjusting schedules at the semester and determined to find out what went on seventh hour, a few more staff members managed to get last hour free. Joining the staff, the)' were met with a miracle of inefficiency—inefficient in that everyone wandered around trying to look busy and a miracle in that somehow things were being done. In our spare time we even worked a little here and there, to the tune of copy, lay-outs, and deadlines. Everything (except the staff) was geared to the deadline—seventy pages cf copy each time. We learned a few things—such as we should have stayed awake through the most useful of all courses: plain, ordinary English. It was the old refrain: Those editors just don’t realize how tough a time us miserable unfortunates of the copy staff have on these writeups. By some act of the gods a deadline would finally be met and we would once again be a big happy family. Our ever-foraging advertising staff had to come up with the difference between subscription receipts and company invoices. It was hard scraping; those ads came in painfully slow. It was a lot of work but we had a lot of iun. We the seniors feel that this is our yearbook—a contribution to the records of Harlem High School. 181