Central Catholic High School - Lance Yearbook (Lafayette, IN)

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This book is dedicored ro Rev. George Duckwheor Loner

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No Homework Ple-e-ecse!!! The first thing a person thinl s of when he hears the word school is work. Films on MacBeth, never end- ing notes, lectures on morality — they ' re all there. Academics isn ' t as boring as it sounds — at CC there is always something unusual going on to help a person enrich his learning experiences. Mr. Dubiel brightened second hour English Class with Book Beat . The period was spent dis- cussing all the popular (and not-so- ABOVE: A decorated locker promotes spirit for cross country runner Dave Sny- der. TOP RIGHT: Searching for answers, Camille Brennen and Debra Mauie find it easier when they work together. FAR LEFT: Mork from Ork (Mr, Wilder) uses his head in class during the teachers skit at a pep session. LEFT: To prove their cooking skills Pam Boes and Cheryl Bur- rough take on the project of muffin mak- ing. popular) literature that was being read outside of class. The highlight was a spirited disagreement about whether or not the book Forever , by Judy Blume, was X-rated . The Spanish Classes prepared and ate a hot and spicy meal in the Home Economics room. The lus- cious scent of delectable goodies during 5th hour reminded the stu- dent body that their own stomachs were growling. Boys ' chorus went out into the hallway for section practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays. If one lis- tened closely, he might have heard the sweet serenade of mature (?) male voices. CC is the place to learn, to find answers. The answers aren ' t easy to find . . . it ' s as if a steady breeze continually lifts them away just as the person is about to grasp them. I looked for the Spirit in the wind, but the spirit was not in the wind . . . Follow me . . .