Sahuaro High School - Viva Yearbook (Tucson, AZ)

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ART, STAGE CREW, BOOJUM BOOK Art, Stage Crewbidispensable to clubs, Boojum Book begets un beknownst bards Any time during theschool year a stu- dent could walk down any hall and see some type of poster advertising a ,dan- ce, a play, or any other school activ- ities. These attractive silk screened posters were made and designed by members of the art club. Working during class and more often after school, the art club provided the medium needed for students and clubs to publicize school activities. Every performance held in the auditor- ium was put on with the help of Sah- uaro's stage crew. They set the stage, the microphones and the lights. Without the stage crew, the brightly colored lights and the microphones would not be turned on and off for they were the only people who knew how they were operated. l RIGHT: Cathy Lundberg works on an abstract done in yarn with a burlap backing. l U P PER RIGHT: Almost every window and door displayed these posters advertisingthe first Boojum Book. I BELOW RIGHT: Fifty feet abovethe sta- ge, Mike Jeffers adjusts a light for the up- coming Spring Concert. STAGE CREW: Kim Sahulis, Mike Jeffers, Marvin Ferneau, Larry Andrews. Tim DeMars, Tom Demlow, Ami Ferber. ., I 5 ,i .. i I E' 1' --i r- 4 i. -f. .., ' C i in Jiiillf Tgtr .i-.Q be f '1f .w .fl . I .tir 'HL Q: '.yVq 2 T' I Ill . 178 ORGA NIZATI ONS

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I BELOW LEFT: Carole Chouinard prepares to per- form her drama cutting from I am a Camera byJohn van Druten. I BELOW RIGHT: Pamm Ettinger won 1st place trophy in serious at the Winter Trophy meet with her moving selection, I am but a lump of clay. ,M w.+fiif'Y 4'S:,,i 32'-4.71511 i Q l ABOVE: Jay Goodhart frantically assembles data for his rebuttal while Lewis Feldman watches their opponent and awaits his turn. l RIGHT: Jay, who unfailingly won in debate, sets his arguments before his opponent. For students who loved the literary world, were enthusiastic over intell- ecual conversation and could show some dramatic talent while speaking, the Speech Club was the club to join. Any student interested in becoming a poised public communicator was wel- come to participate in Sahuaro's foren- sics fcompetitive speechb program. Led by their new coach, Mr. Jim Stroud, over fifty Sahuaro student entered one or more of the fourteen tourna- ments throughout the state. Sahuaro's speakers were among the most suc- cessful in the state, competing for 1st place school honors with arch-rival Tucson High at most tournaments. Speech students competed in various kinds of speaking, ranging from oral interpretation of literature Qpoetry, prose, dramab. to extemporaneous speaking Coff-the-cuff speaking on cur- rent affairsj, to oratory Cmemorized public speakingh. During the year our debaters domi- nated competition and Sahuaro's teams never placed lower than 3rd. Associated Speech Students, or A.S.S., provided focus and unity for the squad. It also sponsored large bashes after each tour- nament, where they gathered to cele- brate their victories and lick their wounds, except, as Mr. Stroud com- mented we didn't have any defeats over which to lick our wounds . ORGANIZATIONS 177

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ART CLUB: David Encinas. Barbara Green, Robyn Fuchs. Cindy Haas fPresidentJ, Lonnie Phillips, Mary Ann Montgomery Wice- Presidenti, Jon Snellstrom, Judy Gardner, Susan Fifer. Members missing: Abbie Watchman, Cherie Haas. TO A NATION The downfall of a nation is not accompanied by deafening noises and wailing mourners. Rather, it is like a ball rolling into a ditch where it lands with a th ud. A nation does not crash downward sendingvibrat- ions th rough the earth. Rather, it droo ps deiectedly as it slips into exhaustion. The crumbling of a nation is not when the people turn away from a leader that no longer speaks for them, But when a nation is no longer capable of pro- ducing men worthy of leading. Nor is the end of a nation when men speak with the sure tongues of conscience. But when they utter blindly what they have been told. And a nation does not die when it discards that which is no longer useful. Rather, it must continually absorb the new and changing even as a tree constantly grows new leaves and drops old to maintain its vigor. A Nation does not fall when it examines its wounds,and brings them into light that they may heal. Rather, it dies of the poison of sores hidden and neglected. When a nation dies few know, for most have been blinded by false pride in protecting that which they have already lost. Therefore, Nation, con- tinually examine, change and improve, and do not be overly fierce protecting someth ing you may lose while your fists are turned to the pseudo-enemy. The real one is yourself. Dale Lu pu l LEFT: One of the pictures submitted to the Boojum Book was this landscape of Sabino Canyon by Bob Burnett. Paper bosoms? Boojum? Poetry? What all these had in common was that they were all part of Shauaro's first literary publication, the Boojum Book. The selections for the 24-page book were chosen by a student selection com- mittee made up of staff members. All works remained anonymous during selection. After being sorted into groups of reject, maybe, or accept , each type of work was again looked at by the section editors and the staffs. Contributions had to be original, unpublished works of current Sahuaro students. To help pay for publishing costs, the staff members held a candy sale in Feb- uary. Proceeds from the sale and any profits from the book sales went into a fund for next year's book. The staff also made plans to set up a scholar- ship fund for the outstanding writer. Boojum Editors were Michele Bailey, peotry: John Bockman, fiction: Mike Myers, non-fiction: Vickie Ballard, lay-out: Jim McCammon, art and photography. Coeditors were Jim Wil- loughby and Dan Blanco, who was also business manager. Advisor, Mrs. Karen Menaugh, said that the biggest problem was slow sales. but she believed that once the book was published, future issues would havenotroubleselling. ON SOME MORE High on a hill on a windy day l turned to watch the children play One cries out lets play war And so they played and played some more But as I sat there on that day A vision came from far away Of soldiers, guns, blood, and tears Of wars that last throughout the years Someday I knew that these two boys Would be using guns that were not toys And as l turned to walk away I realized men must have war And on it goes and on some more. John Hedtke ORGANIZATIONS 179