Polytechnic High School - Parrot Yearbook (Fort Worth, TX)

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RECENTLY erected, the auto-body and auto-me- chanics building stands deserted on January 8 and 9, as icy streets halt nor- mal activities. - ' - ;:t:,- ' C ' EXCITED about the advent of practical courses, these girls are waiting to enter the new cosmetology lab.

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FROM ITS vantage point on an East Side hill, Poly ' s building looms forth, as it has the past 10,585 days in the hour of dawning. Swiftly one is carried to a new morn, a new scho- lastic year, and a new frame of mind. Poly Holds Records of 1,647 I have seen them walking among the buildings, one revealing thirty years of use while others, the cosmetology lab and the automotive industrial build- ing, were used for the first time this year. I have heard them laughing in the cafeteria as they shuffled across the newly covered linoleum flooring, and I have heard them whispering in the halls which no longer echo their thoughts because of the up-dated, lowered ceilings. I have seen them write everything they know about the American system of government on four sheets of paper in fifty-five minutes — without squint- ing — under the just installed fluorescent lighting. I have smelled the aroma of freshly-baked cookies and listened to the humming of sewing machines as the girls learned in the completely remodeled and new-fashioned Homemaking Department. They spread to every building in quest of a teach- er or classmate who could wake a desire for wis- dom. Their accomplishments are stored away in metal drawers: yet, this book is to tell their story of 1968 — a time of beginnings and finishings. TWO OF the eighty-five ROTC cadets, Robert Moore and Charles Henry, hoist the flags amid morning silence.

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Seconds Swirl in Teen Activity New cars, different acquaintances, class competi- tion flashed across my mind in remembering the 175 days of the 1967-68 school year. Poly opened its doors in September and I assumed my share in establishing the fads, fashions, and follies for this year — the year of the mechanical man on the moon, the first human heart transplant, and the six presidential aspirants jockeying into position as President Johnson stepped down. School life was crowded with events as I searched for time — time to park my late-arriving car on the disastrously crowded parking lot ... time to celebrate a friend ' s birthday party . . . time to sign for the draft . . . time to listen to the beat of Day Dream Believer by the Monkees or Never My Love by The Association. Classrooms and hallways forced me into kalei- doscopic mixtures of individuals. My mind, with its disciplined ideas was invaded by strange inventions of a national hippie movement. I found friendship and understanding in the school community, although many times I felt disappointment and confusion in my disrupted plans. With each day came new happinesses and difficult decisions to be made. Each second touched my life, flowing like sand through an hourglass, and unleashed my hours of anticipated hopes into a brilliant frenzy of reality. Surprise! We didn ' t forget! Lunch periods are filled with parties as seniors reach the decisive age of eighteen and realize they are becoming adults. PARKING proves to be an everyday problem as more and more students drive their own cars to school.