George C Marshall High School - Columbian Yearbook (Falls Church, VA)

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 Crack-down on cuffing is too severe. I'm making up for lost time. The big, fast start is unwinding to the nothingness underneath. I'm involved in school more than ever before. This year is characterized by nothing more than active apathy. I have more friends, more people to have fun with. School spirit is all talk ano no action. More responsibility is being given to the student. Are we really getting anywhere, or is everyday just another beginning? Classes are closer and more unified in spirit. This year is a farce — a joke. There's a great upsurge of interest. Nothing at all is new around here. I'm changing my social circle to a wider, broader base of people. It's pretty sad that people around here have to get their kicks by pulling fake fire alarms. I'm having more fun in class after smoking pot before and during school. There is to many restrictions. Cheerleaders don't have to drag cheers out of fans. Everyone's in his own clique. Marshall cydists enjoy the independant feeling of environmental wheels. Seatless in a two-period Steno class, Debbie Kennedy shows signs of fatigue. Industrious Kcyctte Jane Dawkins prepares Sadie Hawkins messagrams. Students paid 10 for public and private messages which were later delivered to unsuspecting recipients. Polly Batchetder awaits an executive decision from SCA President Debi Bender. Besides painting the room a bright stars and stripes, temporary Vice-President Don Rellins stenciled gender determinations on lavatory doors.

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A rffafffjf- From within Marshall 1975 comes no great global philosophy. Ours is a little world consisting of no more than ourselves, our friends and families, parties and work. We can't Philosophize on the world, because we don't care. We're just here, we know nothing about Arabs and Israelis, we don't pay taxes, we just come to school. The lights still go on at the flick of a switch, the radio still pours forth our only real escape to a larger world, the electric can-opener still opens cans, and our toast is still warm. Which is not to say ours was an empty world; it was just ours, that's all. If the people of Marshall 1975 did anything, Marshall 1975 imploded. Toro Hoose and Tiare Wilson sit one out at the .Christmas dinner-dance. Orchvtlrl Left: Keyette President Lisa Barlow rests after a. day of ushering at Wolf Trap. Doug Spiro is caught rooting the Statesmen to a 59-50 victory at Oakton.