Carroll High School - Cavalier Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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t C t deaActc caXco4€ H ey, where did that come from? How long have those been there? I don ' t know. I don ' t really remem- ber. It began in the spring of 1984 and continued through December of 1985. Trees, bushes and plants mys- teriosly appeared from nowhere. The west side of the building beside the gymnasium was the first to under- go landscaping transformations in the spring of 1984. By early winter of 1985, pine trees claimed the corners of the front lawn. The project was sponsored by the Carroll Community Association; how- ever, it was also funded by outside contributions and donations from oth- er Carroll groups. — Madeline Hayes Adding a touch of life to Carroll ' s exterior, new trees planted by the Carroll Community Association dot the landscape. — Clark Kent Under cover until spring, the newly-planted pine trees are blanketed by the first snow of the winter. — Clark Kent m 16 LANDSCAPING PROJECT

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rti I id I ' I I was approached on a dreary Saturday morning in my Parl Avenue office. I was sitting back enjoy- ing my fifth cup of coffee when the blonde with ice- blue eyes came storming in. We need your help, She demanded. Carroll ' s lost something and it needs to t e found. Calm down ma ' am, Can you describe what ' s missing? Not really. It ' s wdl, sort of like, uh, SPIRIT. •Spirit? Yeah, you know, that certain something that makes a school special; it ' s in the kids. Carroll ' s is gone. Gone? Spirit doesn ' t just up and leave. Well, something Is missing. Finally, looking up from my racing form 1 said, Ok. Blondie, I ' ll take the case. Day I: Aug. 28, 1985 So this is Carroll. Disguised as a student, t enter the building for the first time. Ail around me kids talk about the Summer of 85. (index pg. 10-11). Nothing much seems out of the ordinary. The bell beeps (When I was in school they rang). I made it to all my classes all right, but 1 didn ' t once see the ice-blue- eyed Blonde. Day 27: Oct. 1, 1985 After a month in this joint, the Big Guy announces a play, (index pg. 34-35). 1 figure I ' ll check the script out; after ail, they may have a part for a dashing P.l. Leaving the library, I am tracked by the Media Specialist welding a rubber stamp. Back- ing me into a corner, I see no way out without hitting the lady. Then, out of the blue, she appears; her voice sends my heart racing. Mrs. Whetsel. Not now. This young man has yet to show me his due date. This is my book; I checked it out already! Mrs. Whetsel, they ' re burning the 800 ' s, the Blonde calmly cooed. Students with matches, Stop ill she screamed, leaving me to my own resources. After regaining my composure, 1 went to thank the blonde, but she was gone! Who was this girl? Day 82: Dec. 18, 1985 While making my rounds, I droppe ' i search and Development Class. Today i pfoject was Classes You Wish You Had. (index OOOO) This group of trailblazing teachpi young maverick. Brad — The f Man — McAlexander was working !■ lum for underwater t asket weaving. At the end of the day, on my way out to Jessie (my car), the blonde appears again. Have you found it yet, gumshoe? Gumshoe? Where did that come from? Oh no I haven ' t, ma ' am. I thought you were the best What ' s taking ao long? Quite frankly, ma ' am, I haven ' t seen anythlnfl out of the ordinary. No? But things have changed. When I started school there was a special feel to it. Now it ' s gone. Reaching for a Stogie, I began to say something but she was gone again. Who was this dame? Day 259: May 16, 1986 Prom (index 36-37). Discouraged, I ' m sitting here alone in a cheap tux I got from Doolie, the Stoolle. Then she appears: The Blonde. Care to dance, big guy? Sure. We trip the light fantastic for a while. Then I notice everyone is staring at us. BCIMSI Who ARE you? I ask. You ' re the detective. You tell me. 1 don ' t ask arxither question the whr.i» m.ihi Concfuaion: All I heard from the Blonde and olde{ a,,, ..,-, -o, things were different at CHS. Things have changed; something was missing. Of course it was different. Things change with new people. Carroll hadn ' t lost its touch. Carroll ' s changed it ' s touch. Things were different — not worse — and will keep changing. That ' s what keeps Carroll fresh, alive and special.