Bushnell High School - Gator Yearbook (Bushnell, FL)

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HOMECOMING QUEEN BETTY ANNE BEVILLE MAIDS BETTY MERLE MORRIS BETTE LEE SPARKMAN

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BETTY ANNE z BETTE LEE Di'ec BAND ON PARADE HENRY STRAIT

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SENIOR vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv CLASS HISTORY On a hot.. clammy day in September a whole bunch-of half scared and half eager younguns stomped up the concrete steps of the Bushnell Elementary Building to begin an extraordinary experience known as School Life. They loved ' f , to hear Mrs. Parker read '--- - ---- R' : : stories like Bret Rabbit gl?-1 1 ' 'iv ' f , A - and the Tar Baby, The Jack and Jill books were exciting literary morsels beyond description. There's a sawdust pile behind the elementary building, and no other element of Mother Nature has ever supplied more fun for us than when we were in the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grades. We dug tenches through it and played soldiers- -we rolled in it, we crawled in it--and probably some of us tried to eat it! We were the Sawdust Kids. nd we do m Mrs. Fussell taught us demons in the 5th and 6th grades. A ean TAUGHT! She was a good teacher. QTQ put up with us for 2 yearsj Oh, Glorious Junior High! Mr. Amberson taught us to Love Kentucky. Rah! Rah! Rah! 'l'hat's what we yelled as our two basketball teams--boys and girls--scored to a- nother victory. That was the year the girls had one section with FOUR different sponsors, and the boys had Mr. Simmons. We went to the State Fair for the first time, and returned home broke. High School! Never thought we would make it. Of course, we had two sections for our huge class. Mrs. Davidson's Algebra and Mr. Witt's General Math class. Oh, glorious day, when we passed our first semester of work. Naturally, Mr, Flanagan's Civics Class added a bit of color. Especially when the boys gave Mr. Flanagan's car a lift off the ground and wrote a series of eighteen themes for him. QEveryone always picks on us.J As we left the green hom stage and entered into the wise fool phase of life, our Sophomore year, the entire school had to adjust itself to our mischievous ways. You might not consider fire crackers, spitballs, racing over dirt roads in a jeep, skipping school, drawing pictures, and what's left over, so bad. QWE D1DN'T, as everyone knowsl. We Sophomores got a big thrill out of seeing David Hutto, Bobby Hall, and Larry Cowart play A string football. Happy Day! We are Juniors. fpoor Mr. Witt and Mrs. Davidsonj tl , 45 lt's a good thing they had the patience of job. That year seemed to , , fly by. Football games! Our rings qbeautiful little pieces of brassj, xiii? 4: -,j 450 Zi' Q En' ,f 5 J - The Junior Play QOh. those night practices and sick peoplej. The