Bradley Central High School - Ocoeean Yearbook (Cleveland, TN)

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The Night Was a Keepsake Making Waves; Boogie to the Beat; Pictures “Boogie woogie bogle boy! Paula Hannah catches the beat at a Taps Dance. At periodic intervals, the Bradley Boosterettes sponsored dances of various distinctions. Tickets were sold during school hours for a number of days before the Back-to-School, Homecoming, Christmas, Valentine’s, Sadie Hawkins, and end of school dances, as well as the Junior-Senior Prom. The dances were fun, but so were the preparatory activities. The most important step was to select a date. Who was the one person you would want to share that fantastic night with? After the decision was made, then it was time to figure out how to finagle your dreamboat into escorting you. Of course, this was where having a steady paid off — the dilemma-of-a- date department was already handled. After the companion crisis was settled, then came the shopping spree, looking for the perfect fit in the perfect outfit. That was a big chance to show your best and express your personal tastes in lavishly original ways. Then came the trick of color-coordinating your impeccably-perfect, hand-picked attire with that of your date. A soft touch to the decor, flowers (the kind she liked best) were ordered in a shade com- plimentary to the couples’ attire — a bouquet or corsage for her, a boutonniere for him. Souvenirs were an option for the prom, in the form of glasses and garters. There were memories and special keepsakes from all the dances, though — the flowers, if silk; the tickets themselves; and the personalized decorations that presented the warmth and memory of the special moments of the dance night. To add to the drama and extravagance of the evening, a fancy, expensive, dinner was also on the agenda. Or, for the romantically inclined or the budget-minded, an intimate, home-made dinner for two could be enjoyed alone at the house. Another memory keepsake, pictures, were available in a room adjacent to the dance during the first couple of hours for only five dollars a packet. A couple could pose together, join with other couples, or unite with a group of friends for a great, jumbled, laughing snap shot. As you left the picture line and shuffled towards the ball room, or cafeteria, the music of the live radio D.J. floated to your ears. As a ren- dition of the theme song was aired, you could boogie to the beat, or sway to the music under the starry lights, making dreams come true. -Vi. 4 V, Of Li A U Are you going lo wail al night? Joe Harter! casualy survey's his posstote choices of a dance partner BACHELOR OF UGLINESS COURT — Kneel- mg. Left to Right Angie Gil. Glenda Keller. Pam Sosebee, Kely Bowen. Missy Harris. Kristen Olkowski. Carol Aszman. Starting: Richie Hughes. Larry Ramsey. Phi Pippenger. John McCbre, Mite Blackmon. Chip Davis. Tim Efcs. Dances — Student Life 15

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THE VALENTINE COURT — Lett to Right, ns, row: Tammy Fetzer. Cassie James (Queen), Lisa Trewhiil. Second row: Carol Aszman. Glenda Keller, Cheryl Thomp- son, Kristen Olkowski. That little itch could be telling you something, Glenda Keler's conscience tells here as Karen Lamm becomes con- cerned it wHI ward off prospective dates. No such danger! 14 Student Life — Dances

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Danger: Mass Movement Proceed with caution; shoves ore possible. Contused is the look on the faces of Mickey Scott and Glenn Hicks as they proceed to their next class. Was that sound a buzzer or a bell? Whatever one labeled it, that periodic tone set in motion the mighty Bradley Beast. His four thousand legs would shuffle methodically across the floor of the entire school. Whenever a Bradley event occured, the beast was there, an impressive mass pushed by its 4000 tennis shoes, boots, and loafers. It moved slowly to rallies, steadily to fire drills, hurriedly to lunch, and wildly to the bus ramp. Only the bell did it obey. We aptly called this monster “hall traffic.” Remember the bottleneck at the B building and E building entries. One would pray, Lord, let me make it through safely. A dropped assignment, if one was lucky enough to retrieve it, would be illegible. A slipped candy bar would be unedible. A few people avoided the rush by traveling outside routes unless the weather proved bad, but most simply endured the crowds. Our first thought while standing up to our necks in people was to escape the madness by dodging behind a locker. However, we were often shoved away by an aggravated couple or a belligerent football player. Sometimes a restroom seemed a refuge, but more times than nought, it too was equally packed. Actually those five minutes between classes were spent doing more than telling others to stay off our toes. They were moments to talk with friends, make a date, or share a few laughs. Unfortunately, we sometimes had to buy a pencil from the bookstore, had to exchange a book at our locker, or had to run to our next class a half mile away. On those occasions, we felt as if we were in a footrace with time. When we were the losers in the race, Coach Zvolerin was always there handing out tardy slips. Of course, this student mass was not all of the traffic at Bradley. Every morning and after- noon, 1000 cars and 50 buses filed through the gates. Wendell Smokey” Goins was always there to insure proper driving in the parking lots. Yet, it was not our cars, but we the Bradley students who enlivened the campus. We shared our amiable handshakes and cordial smiles as we went relentlessly about our business. The shoves, bumps, and trips were acceptable hazards on our five minute trek between classes. After the interlude the bell had again rung. Near silence pervaded the halls that had previously gleamed with the heads of Bradley students. Class had again begun. Is it a raid? No, it's only the after effect of an exciting pep raly Hurriedly students head for the bus ramp to begin their weekend Indulging n friendly conversation. Kim Stafford and Tina Turner move reluctantly to their next class. 16 Student Life — Traffic