Central High School - Prospectus Yearbook (Flint, MI)

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“Help!” The pitful plea of a Pow Wow victim rises over the gym. Hmm .... I wonder what the directors of the Junior Senior Talent Show are scheming now. ftotuAe, CHAudzestAr The air holds a novel refreshing tang, the blue of the sky gains added brilliance, sunlight sheds accelerated warmth and glow, birds burst into song, buds sprout on winter’s barren branches, flowers thrust their way through the moist black earth. Nature awakens — it is spring! The earth turning in its orbit creates spring, the blossom- ing of nature’s beauty, and feverish joy in man. The books and studies of the student are neglected briefly as enthusiastically he snilfs the delightful aroma surrounding him. Spring stimulates boundless student energy-. Invigorating spring sports provide a physical outlet, while the slump in extra-curricular activity gives way to the preparation and presentation of the Pow Wow and Talent Show. Increased mental awareness causes the classroom to foster a new look as the student tackles his studies with renewed effort and interest, enjoying educational projects such as the Science Fair. Spring is the time for love! Spring pud- dles. however, prove minor obstacles.

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With the coming of spring, our campus begins to resemble the future model pictured above.

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Ghee iA, and t aHA, Sorting out the year’s accumulation — Ken’s energetic activity is stimulated by the closing of school. No more books or teachers’ looks! chant these gleeful students as school closes for another year. Wham! The crack of bat against ball resounds over the athletic field. The tennis courts overflow with white-clad figures wielding rackets and balls. Lunch hour finds couples relaxing under the shade of a cool oak tree enjoying the fragrance of the moist green grass. Books are returned to the closet to collect another summer's dust, locker accumulations sorted, grades given out. Bouncy juniors and exuberant sophomores throw their cares to the wind, slide gleefully down the bannisters out the front door, rushing out into the summer ahead. June rightfully belongs to the seniors. Capped and gowned,they drift slowly across the campus, wander wistfully through memory-crowded halls. Their talk is of the past — the carefree years behind — and of the future — the responsi- bility of the mature years ahead. School closes for another year. The earth continues to turn.