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

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Like a freight tra i ramblng toward its inevitable destination. Bradley students enter the stadium for another stimulating pep raly. Waiting for their ship to come in. Barry Goins and Phil Watson recount the activities of their busy day Pausing to give an enthusiastic ‘ brother handshake. Rowena Matthews and Steve Crump strike a friendly pose Catching a laugh in the midst of the haH traffic. Lisa Bettis and Pam Jones are unaware of the all-seeing Coach Zvolerin. Traffic — Student Life 17

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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

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Relating the chilling tales ol first period. Barbara Satterlietc describes her latest test to Nancy Payne Being a true patriot. J J Hysmger stands at attention durng the morrwig pledge. Emptying into the afternoon sunshine, students move out of “E buiding and progress to their other classes. After a tong 60 minutes it's refreshing to make use of the five minute break between classes. Busy buying their much needed school supplies, ea students prepare for their hard day of labor. 18 Student Life — Typical Day