Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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meteor EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Peri Ann Raygor Published by American Yearbook Company ASSISTANT EDITOR Terri Curtis 1970 LAYOUT EDITOR Patrice Carpenter COPY EDITOR Introduction Cinda Swagarty 2 ATHLETICS EDITOR Gary Moody Activities 6 ADVERTISING MANAGER Niki Juarez Shirley Light Athletics 26 BUSINESS MANAGER Linda Burrage Organizations 62 PHOTOGRAPHERS Bill Michaels Roger Jones Rodney Chavez Peri Raygor Academics 88 SENIORS Faculty 90 Linda Burrage Patrice Carpenter JUNIORS Seniors 96 Regina Ezell Bernistine Bonds Juniors 118 SOPHOMORES Betty Jo Adams Janet Wemhoener Linda Gallegos Sophomores 128 FRESHMEN Fresh men Sally Cody Betty Attakai 138 FACULTY Cinda Swagarty Advertising 146 Patsy Montoya Index 173

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International bike race on... No! It's the G. A. A. bike hike. People Are Happenin' All Over the School Here we are, about 800 students, weaving in and out of classes like spiders in a web. We come—and we go in a seemingly senseless manner. Why? We have rows and rows of lockers lined up side by side with hardly enough room to squeeze in a hot pastrami and pepperoni on rye. Why? We’ve searched under microscopes, through textbooks, and various other sources; and we finally came upon the greatest discovery since alka-seltzer. We have discovered the answers to the baffling question, Why do we come to school? Take a look down that long corridor filled with students of every size, color, and I. Q., ask any one of them, and each one will give you a different answer. That tall, husky boy who's rushing to his locker will surely tell you that his reason for coming to school is that he enjoys it---that answers are to be found there if he would just look for them. He finds it a thrill to solve mentally exhausting problems. Maybe this boy will someday become a Newton or a Curie. Who knows? Now take a quick peek into the study hall. You see at a desk a thin boy with glasses. Ask him why he goes to school. He turns slowly around to face you and looks at you with owl-like eyes. Then, he says, Well, you see, all my life I've been nothing. I don’t go out for sports. I haven't the time. I stay here almost all the time—studying. I want that diploma in my hand. Then, I can say it's real. I want to graduate from college. Then, I can do anything---be anyone. Then, I can say---I'm real. So you go back to the school and find yourself pacing up and down the halls again. You almost fall against a water fountain as three girls brush past you, talking in excited giggles. Honest, Mary, I don't have a thing to wear to the Prom. I wonder if that old green rag I wore last year will do? Suddenly you hear a new burst of giggles. If it weren't for these dances and the boys, you wouldn't care what you wore whenever you DID come to school! (continued on page 5)