Wabash High School - Sycamore Yearbook (Wabash, IN)

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Whatever Floats Your Boat! Bans of stripes. Somehow, striped uses of all colors, sizes, and pes found their way into many ' s wardrobes. s of legwarmers. The winter of 3 brought legwarmers into the Is and classrooms. tly Calvlns. Although they are e, these popular jeans are no e light special ' . 1 Halen fan. Part of the fun of go- , to a concert was coming back on nday wearing the tour shirt. Hey John, have you seen that wild looking outfit that Robin ' s wearing? She says that it ' .s the latest fashion! Yeh, it ' s totally unreal! How anyone can wear pur- ple peg pants and a green and yellow striped top. I ' ll never know . . . This is what you inevitably hear each time some brave person models an odd. new- style. Even if you happen to be a total space case, there ' s just no overlooking some of the latest rages in clothing taste (or the lack thereof] that appear in the halls every now and then. In 1983, the in girl might have been seen wearing prairie skirts, leg warmers, and ruffled blouses with STRIPES. Not just a few stripes, but oceans of stripes. Everywhere you looked, so- meone was wearing a maze of stripes. Men ' s fashions at W.H.S. made no radical changes from the year before. In fact, it ' s doubtful if they changed at all. The majority remained content with wearing jeans most of the time while dress- ing up on occasion. Others still remained loyal to preppv dress codes and never aban- doned their button do s n shirts, topsiders. and polo shirts with reptiles attached to them. Whether your st -le is prep- p - or sloppy, just follow this simple guideline when choosing clo thing — Whatever floats vour boat. Fashions — lo

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Threads we wore. At the turn of the century, some clothing tastes existed that have reappeared. Preps now wear Windsor collars and thin ties; although, those hats are gone forever. In the early fifties, grease hair tonic filled men ' s hair. Later in the decade, young men had very lit- tle hair to fill with tonic. Button down collars disappeared and show- ed up in the eighties. Lately, fashions have gotten somewhat liberal, on dress day that is. Prepped up. Those plaid skirts, straight legs, and button downs from the fifties are back and big as ever.

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■S - ; - - ' ??JgiSdBaLKa- iAC; Adrenalin spurts through your veins and a tense feel- ing has invaded your entire body. The sounds of battle ring in your ears and the screen in front of you flashes with lasers and lights. You realize this may be your last chance to destroy the aliens before they snatch up your last humanoid and doom you to the blackness of space. Us- ing your long distance radar, you maneuver your fighter across the screen, take aim, and fire! Your prey bursts in- to colors and the noise of bat- tle fades away. Quickly, a new wave of enemies swarms around your ship. One by one, your fighters disintegrate and game over Cruisin always appears before your eyes too soon. Suddenly you become unglued from the controls and notice the reflections on the screen of others who have been wat- ching your battle. That was rough you say, allowing so- meone else to try their hand at Defender. After taking a breather, the circulation returns to your fingers and you ' re ready for a new challenge ... or a cruise, depending on the amount of tokens you have left. Finding your pockets empty, you and some friends decide to go for a cruise. Any place special? you say. Nah, let ' s just find something to do. Hole in one, or two, or three ... Brian Miltonberger lakes his shot at Moores. Take a break. After the ball game, Michelle Wagner and Peg Short break from cruising. No sooner than you start the engine do you slide in your favorite tape or tune in- to Q95. Soon you ' re cruising Cass St. in the middle of the worst traffic jam you ' ve ever seen. Horns blare from all points around you so you turn up the volume to drown them out. Now you join the crowd that ' s cruising through McD ' s and stop to talk to some friends ... or make some new ones. Sound famiUar? Sure, this is the ritual we followed on the typical Friday night after the game or whenever there seemed to be nothing better to do— cruising. Let ' s cruise. Although McDonalds serves ' 40 billion ' , it seems that more than that cruise through on a Friday night. The strip. Cass street appears to be streaked with lasers and lights at nightime. Missile commander. With controls at hand. Rick Ankrom destines the fate of vid-cities. 16— Cruisin '