MacArthur High School - Crest Yearbook (Irving, TX)

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. . . four history folders, three pens not writing, two books out-dated, and a partridge in a pear tree . . . ff. ' l 1 n I 3 i|cre tl|e uffalo oam I am represented by all things. Recall that locker, decorated on the outside with red-and-white crepe paper and kiddie water pistols. Interior decor included two coats; an old sack lunch; one stiff, almost- white gym sock; and a multitude of loose papers, yellowed with age. I returned this past year (As I do every year) in a number of different objects— from the mythological elevator pass to the space- skipping typewriter that seemed to have a mind of its own. Remember that too-small, wobbly desk in Room 224— the one nobody wanted to sit in? it was constantly shuffled from row to row, person to person. That was a part of me. Like that growang herd of buffaloes in Mrs. Tracy Youngblood ' s classroom, I am traditional. Their genesis, like mine, was long ago, and as time elapsed, we both gradually populated a shelf full of memories. But I was also represented in unprecedented forms. A kazoo became the basic symbol of an authentically spirited Senior -% ' ing with imderclassmen for the newly revived spirit stick. New trophies were added to the shelves of old ones as memories of the past and present interlocked. gallery IT

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The misfit desk from Travis Junior High is strangely out of place when surrounded by MacArthur students Ijnda LaBleu, Phyllis lindsey, Gigi Brown, Beth Williams, Jan Burkhedter, Susan McQuiddy, and Catherine Abadie. Kard Kazoo Klub members Don Smith, Stan Slejko, Todd Fagan, Mike Fhipps, Tuny DeChellis, Don Weaver, and John Nunley, disguise themselves as mild mannered Seniors at a sparsely attended basketball game. Mrs.Tracy Youngblood explains the theory of Buffalogy to her Psychology students. 16 gallery

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0 l inct IHtfec omt I lived in all places. Not only was my presence sensed in the parking lot with no place to park, but also in the attendance office, where tardy passes were awarded to those who: a) couldn ' t start their car, b) slipped in the snow and dropped their books in a drainage ditch; c) forgot their locker combinations; or d) any two of the above. I was in the Cardette office on a Friday afternoon, when a small group planned upcoming routines amongst papers, Dr. Pepper cans, and cookie crumbs. I was seen in the bookroom, the corner DECA store, and the patio, not to mention the decorated restrooms. I was perceived in the clinic, where matters were taken slowly, carefully, and systematically, much unlike the usually boisterous scene at the Bird ' s Nest following each football game Bob Spears and Kelly Karris await service while Deca Store personnel I eth Whitehead and Sylvia Smith consult the price manual. 18 gallery