Cubberley High School - Totem Yearbook (Palo Alto, CA)

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vvx, r' J' I y. Larkin Smith and admirer. Not porcupine meatballs for lunch again! tudents Ever Da Dave and his nutfsofhriefcase. How hard it is to capture one truth ahout Cuhherley students s no stereotypes can he found. Notice Boh Gregg silently seowling, Larkin Smith in a pensive mood, Dave Coats negotiating a eorner with a large leather rudder. The perceptive ohserver will notiee the handiwork of Mr. Parson's hoys f an energetic crew of painters who transformed quietly green garhage barrels into hlaek and gold Cougarfeans . Our candid camera eatehes the difference, Ln

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Z Mr. Cronin rescued by Secretary Bain. Teachers on I.B. . Da Certainly the most confusing day in the annals of Cougar history was Tuesday, November 3. This was the day of the eight minute period, the two minute be' tweenfclass dash, and the day when confusion and chaos disrupted the normal routine of the Cubberley classroom. Campus oracles prophesied that this day foreshadowed the complete mechanization of Cubberley and muttered darkly that electronic brains and robots would one day take over. At the start of the day, students received gaily colored IBM class record cards - one for each subject and a salmon-colored one for sixth period - and set off on their journey. They spent each of the short periods returning the cards to their respective teachers and forming theories about the meaning of the rectangular holes in the cards. According to one theory, a certain sophomore boy was eight feet tall and had an IQ of SM. Eventually machines will take over . But there will always be a need for the man with an oilcan! 1 ,L ,ws y s wpvfi.-Wa

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Lunch and Brunch The Cuhherley luneh hour has a distinct flavor all its I own. The mad rush, the Boys at Brunehtime long lines, and the eternal laek of forks in the eafeteria eharaeterize our noon hour. After the hattle, the wellf filled students join the paeifists, who hring a saek luneh, For some a game of pingfpong ensues. Others enjoy the ealm of the lihrary, make the rounds of numerous eluh meet' ings, or rest in the vvisps of shade ofered hy the two amphitheater pine trees. Brunch is equally a saered tradition. Not a seeond of the revered ten hetweenfelass minutes is wasted. Students stretch, talk, study, and rest. The luneh area is filled with nonfhreakfastfeaters and of eourse, those who have hottomless stomaehs. Lawn Loungers Lunehing The Smiling Sanitation Squad