Bushnell High School - Gator Yearbook (Bushnell, FL)

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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

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

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Junior-Senior Prom QHow can we ever forgetj. The work and fun we all shared in, and joys we reaped. Morris Eaddy and Betty Anne Beville travelled to Girls' won their trip to Kansas City to Course, we fumished the 5 lyn Hall was our cf' girls' team ' - - Sylvia Center I 'JJ DA activities around who made all , Jones playing Donald Jones went to Boys' State, and State. Larry Cowart and Bobby Hall the National FFA Convention. Of basketball team for the boys. Caro- Old Faithful representative for the from our class. We mustn't forget was our head Majorette for the band. we were well represented in all the school. And then there is Bobby Hall conference in football, and Donald first Trumpet in the BIG Bushnell Band. fWe nearly burst our buttons offj Don't ever forget our MOTTO: If it can be done, WE can do it, The awaited day. We become Seniors, at last. Poor Mr. Witt and Mrs. Davidson cou1dn't seem to get rid of us, for which we were very glad. Mfg, Gray has attempted to teach us English life. Qwhich we neededy We were the Gatorzette, The Annual seems time with the help of parties, games work, dates, Church, and what ever of the Seniors decided to venture off road school. QWe couldn't decide if and a few facts of ' still struggling with r to take up all our fairs, dances. school comes along, Some to Wildwood to rail- ' it was the school or the people in Wildwood. The Senior Play contained unforgetable memories and work we never shall forget. Who could forget all the parties and trips we little angels made, except the teachers. And that last minute rush of the Annual to meet the dead line. Never thought we would make it. . .QNot only us, but Mr. Moorej. Today something happened to us little angels that we shall never forget. We found out that Mrs. Gray couldn't take a dare, and Norman and Billy got the HOT SEAT. Last but most im- portant, we. the Senior Class of '53 leave Bushnell High with a sigh! I I QAND NOW, the teachers can relax and go to a rest home for their nerves.l i 1' Who could forget those dignified SENIORS!!