Sylvan Hills High School - Bruin Yearbook (Sherwood, AR)

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ABOVE: David Spencer and Tony Tutt put in a few of their many hours spent after school in an effort to make their darkroom one of the best in the state. LEFT: John Moss, Patti Tucker and Martin Crutchfield discuss deadlines, insane staff members and other problems that arise in journalism class. 29 l l

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RIGHT: James Kersey, the Chief Photographer, expresses surprise as he views the work of his fellow photographers. Extremely dedica- ted, James is as hard-working as most hard-working members of the staff. BELOW: From the left: Carl Bain bridge, the editor of the paper; John Moss, editor of the an- nual; James Kersey, Terri Olive, Patti Tucker, Linaa Brune; Presi- dent, Vice President, Secretary and Treasurer of Quill and Scroll. 28

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Annual Staff plagued by inexperience Although it didn’t have as many deadlines as its brother, the BRUIN carried just as much (if not more) tension, sweat, discouragement, and fatigue under its wing as it was being prepared. Encountered with a complete set of greenhorns and a lack of coordination between 4th and 5th periods, editor John Moss was forced into the treacherous task of teaching his new crew the basics of a year- book starting with layout sheets, ad sales, and the many uses of a ruler. This knowledge was sufficient to meet the first deadline. With deadline 2 breathing quite heavily down his neck, John began taking drastic measures allowing a few friends to try their hand at pic- ture cropping and fitting. After a number of such frustrating sessions, they caught on to the new game and proceeded cautiously showing off their new-learned skills. Photography, by this time, had become populated with those few shutter bugs that ran around liter- ally shooting up the whole school. From a grand total of one person, the editor himself, the de- partment increased to eight well- trained photographers. The beginning of '72 rang in round three for the group, now a bit brighter. The one and a half month span between January and Valentine’s Day were packed full of pressure, both internal and ex- ternal, posing as the staff’s big- gest problem in its desperate struggle to hit the hovering dead- line on the nose. Late hours at night were typified by the hum of electric typewriters and drab work over the light table. It was solid torture; but alas, they made it. 30