Box Elder High School - Boomerang Yearbook (Brigham City, UT)

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Basketbal Coach Harris V baskets Vi Tip it to the Bees, was the cry that went up at 8:00 on Friday night, Decem- ber 3. Box Elder High School was tipped off to a wonderful basketball season. From the pre-season games through the state tournament, our thump-thumps kept the ball whistling through the hoop chalking up victory after victory. There was something just a little ex- tra special about our team this year. They weren't five basketball players out on the court; they were a team of eleven top-notch fellows working and pulling together. Never once through the whole season did anyone see one of our team members lose his temper and blow-up. They took the calls of the referees in their stride. Coach Grant Moser is an extra-special person, too. He really worked through the weeks of practice to produce a good

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Aujumn calmly fades into winter. The fall- g ijaxes sifting away the time graduate to snqfWniVy and the days start to drift by. ped in her saff.Ntthite coat of snow, our campus lies pa cefu fy ob er ing her stu- dents come and ndiri ifeitr their load of wet snowflake Th ide p-jgreen fir trees add color to our 9 hepKli$ev colorless campus. Loftily mounted Highest yalIs, profiled against the clda 'ni by sky, and capped by a ridge of srldfe from the last storm, the B stands above me door guarding the entrance to the Home of the Bees. The roof- top pigeon nests are empty and all is serene- ly peaceful except for an occasional blast of wind whistling through the bare graceful he trees. ter at Box Elder and winter is whi fTTSgHyotjgh the bare graceful branches one of the busiest seasons oj tnli fear. We meet opponents on the bask$tbA «Arts, in the swimming pool, and on wrestling mats. It is also the season of all tK? Christmas activities, other dances, and parties. ,The air grows colder, but our school spirit and enthusiasm grow war net. As the snow (e£pens, as the cold icreaies jad as the dc%tG enlarge; our m ncNhipi deepen, our Mates increase, and our goals £nlarge. 17

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Veran Smith Kirk Gardner Paul Morrell Jay Stewart John Johnson Frank Rees Alan Thompson Greg Young team. Then — game time came. There was nothing more he could do for them except watch and sweat. They are his boys; and he knew they could do it, if they would. When they did it, he was the happiest man around; and when they didn't, he was the most disappointed man around. At the first of the season we, the student body, didn't follow the team's example of good sportsmanship. We were just another student body except that we yelled louder and longer than the others. The cheerleaders did their best to put a stop to our poor sportsmanship. But, we love our team, and we figured that it was our duty to them to let the referees, the opposing teams, and the other student bodies know that we didn't like the way our boys were being treated. When we just about didn't get to participate in the state games because of it we finally realized the kind of reputation we were giving Box Elder. Then there was a complete turn about. At the tournament we had the finest team and coach, even if the records didn't show it, and the peppiest, most enthusiastic cheering section. But, most important of all, we had the best sportsmanship of any team, coach, and student body in the entire state of Uah. Reese Nielsen Harold Thompson