Bellmont High School - Legend Yearbook (Decatur, IN)

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Far left: Barb Braun assists Mr. S. Clous at the Chamber of Commerce Santa Clous Lond. Left: Peggy Blomenberg and Alan Schroeder enter- tain at church ice cream social. Above: Jerry Steele and Bob Johnson find Spaceball a new exciting sport. Below: Ex- uberant fans celebrate a 40-0 victory at East Noble. Machines cannot replace joy— or God A time to be enthusiastic! Never halfway but always the extremes; Reaching for the heights, Trying for the whole cake and eating it quickly. Surge of triumph when Bellmont makes two (Come on you guys!) Heatedly defending the merits of Fords or Chevys; Unlimited joy as the radio announces at 6:30 a.m. That there will be no school for North Adams — Push aside undone homework and fall back To warm rumpled beds. (I like snow!) Yet a time to be down, really down. An orange IBM numbjr stamped on the forehead With triplicates on file. Persons don ' t exist for computers — Only numbers. (Just call me 296550.) A puppet with strings attached to the hands Of a clock; Is God dead? Snow covers ragged leaves in gutters But trees grow green again and spring smells good. There ' s hope and God too in a green leaf.

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ifnas Teens find self-expression doing own thing A time to be irresistibly young — Following fads and fancy. Throbbing, pulsing music not only heard But sensually felt; Transmuting trivia and soulful seriousness. A time to be a drive-in gourmet. Blobs of thick red catsup covering golden fries; Murky brown cokes choked with ice; Slices of wavy green dill pickles — Colorful, if not nutritious. A time to be eager for speed In cars (laying rubber Peeling out); For change of any sort. A time to have your own bag ; Self-identity in sideburns and short skirts And nehru collars (mystic influence of India) Each dancer in the circle In the dimly-lit Community Center Doing his own thing. A time to be reaching out of self and Touch someone else. The first, fearful trip with Gold Teens; Distributing campaign stickers smeared with color; Tentative smiles at strangers. A time to be touched by war, Sometimes death. Tirelessly writing airmail letters to the jungle. The V of two fingers no longer victory but instead (please, soon) Peace .