Crown Point High School - Excalibur Yearbook (Crown Point, IN)

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RIGHT —Richard Litts ponders the com¬ plicated procedures of calculus. BELOW —A reflection of the old and what will soon be the new Crown Point High School. BOTTOM —Robin Stahl leaves the bus in one of the many cities in Mexico visited by the Spanish Club dur¬ ing spring break. Quiet. . . Like the start ynuLiA d of any other year Then before the bat of an eye, It has begun Begcui Agoat - Slowly, but surely through mud and snow. mMycv Rain and wind, the changes have started See it, and hear it, not believing CPHS will never be the same Bigger, better, modern, all new and exciting Finally, it ' s happened and we know WE ' RE NOT GETTING OLDER WE ' RE GETTING BETTER! 3

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Table of Contents Living it up Scattered Brains Bulldozing ' em Friends, foes, comrades cohorts Supporting cast, with index ABOVE LEFT—A deserted chemistry lab awaits another day and more experi¬ ments. ABOVE —During a tense time out. Coach Bill Fultz confers with his bulldogs. 2

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August 27, 1973, we once again passed through one of the many old doors that lead us on into the halls of CPHS. We never realized that soon bulldozers would bring a day af reckoning to those very ' hallowed halls. Wreck was the word, for not long after tedious school chores were underway did the demolition of Crown Point High School happen, and the renovating was begun. Then no one could be unaware, the process was never-ending and at all times, loud! The back parking lot was converted into a field of dirt and dust, filled with Miller- Davis trailers, trucks, bull¬ dozers and other odds and ends. Soon the same fate overcame the front and side lawns. Time saved not a foot of land. The football field and practice baseball field were consumed by caterpil- lers, and that doesn ' t mean the insect. The football field was modernized, but our practice baseball field was divided, part being a parking lot and the other, a section of our new hallowed halls. The many doors we could have chosen to enter in August, dwindled to two, just months into the school year. It seemed the strolling through mud and sand was just a small price to pay, because WE ' RE NOT GET¬ TING OLDER, WE ' RE GET¬ TING BETTER.