West High School - Shaheen Yearbook (Davenport, IA)

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A whirling week Both students and teachers wore masks of whipped cream after the pie eating and pie throwing events. Meanwhile, a repeat performance from the faculty band charmed my ears. And even Bobby Uncer would have been mystified by the speed in which seniors Becky Wear and Ber- nie Bornong raced around on their tricycles. In the evening at Brady Field, first place was awarded to the Art Club for their entry in the car rally. And I gazed on once more as shiny Cor- vettes paraded around the twelve Homecoming candidates. My enthu- siasm was at its peak for the game against Dubuque Wahlert as we fin- ished with a victorious 7-0. Friday morning, something espe- cially unique happened to me while at the special hour long aud, featur- ing Dr. Irwin Ross, a well-known hypnotist. just like the Sominex jean- ie, the hypnotist put me to sleep in a matter of minutes. And while under his powers, I performed more strangely than usual in front of a full house. Impersonating Elvis Presley, a four year old child, and a person who did not use his Dial that morn- ing, I showed hidden facets of my personality. The week's spirit-filled activities came to a close on Saturday night as couples danced amid the soft lights of the illuminated carousel to the music of the Travelers. And finally at 10:30, when the last notes of music faded away, most couples concluded their festivities at a nice restaurant or Narrative by Kathy Krafka continued Senior julie Stroupe plasters the pole and car with tape while a friend makes sure it is straight. All the decorated cars drove in a pa- . rade to Brady St. Field with a police escort. As her high speed racer topples over in Laugh-In style, sophomore Marta Hean repre- sents the Spanish Club in the stock division of the tricycle races.

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Even before the celebration was near, murmurs of homecoming could be heard everywhere. And as the week of Falcon Days finally ap- proached, the murmurs of the crowd were so loud, homecoming became a daily chant. Not wanting to be different, I chanted right along with the masses. Homecoming, Au- tumn Carousel, Homecoming, Au- tum ... Since it would be my final year at West, I decided to show more interest in the activities - but what an understatement! My participation began Tuesday when we were all herded into the redecorated gymnasium for the :oronation aud. Shuffling through a :math of colorful leaves, our Queen, iodi Rice took her place among the I' ill, I I royalty. fMeanwhile, I was smashed between two other applauding per- sons, and it was difficult to show my own approval.I The outdoor track was the setting for Wednesday's evening of activi- ties. I had heard there was to be a bonfire, but even Smokey the Bear would have been astonished to see the blazing glory we created. My first opportunity to show more en- thusiasm came when I was chosen mummy fmore like dummy J in a mummy wrap contest. I could tell my partners had had some exper- ience with wrapping toilet paper when my entire body was bound in white Charmin. Later, I was officially baptized a Falcon fan in a game of waterballoon volleyball- receiving Brrr! Cool October nights are ideal for a dunk- ing machine - unless you're the one on the seat. Falling prey to someones perfected aim, !Mr. Rassmussen plunges into a tank of icewater. What better way to get Homecoming off the ground? Mr. Swim and Pep Club members set off colorful helium-filled balloons. more than a few drops of water as the thin plastic burst over my head. But, I wasn't the only person walking around with H20 molecules drip- ping from him. Mr. Rasmussen looked quite undignified on his seat in the dunking machine. And since West High falcons never do anything the easy way, not just any simple rope pulling contest would do- ours had to be a blind tug of war. At the completion of the contests there were skits by the pep club, and I even learned how to do an old fa- shioned snake dance. Thursday was another highlight of our Autumn Carousel activities. In the afternoon, the Homecoming pep aud was held along with the fin- als in various contests.

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With the music of the Travelers playing in the background, juniors Irma Gillum and Kirk Ho- venga enjoy dancing to a fast beat. Splat! It's not that senior Dave Mattke is a sloppy eater, or that he usually wears whipped cream in his hair- it's just that someone has to be on the other end of a pie throw! Under a hypnotic spell, sophomore Greg Ben- ischek falls backwards without concern into the hands of Dr. Irwin Ross. Plunging one's face into a mound of sugary meringue doesn't do anything for the com- plexion, but as these two sophomores find out, it's a great way to start a pie eating con- 1651.