Granite High School - Granitian Yearbook (Salt Lake City, UT)

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Left top, First row: S. Nordgren, ll. Hartman, Nl. johnson, L. Oreno, R. Wlrigltt, S. flark, Nl. Hodgen. Second row: ll. Uipo, B. Loukas, U. Peterson, N. Van Dam, B. Riches, M. YVagley, B. Christiansen, C. Showell. Third row: Lvthgoe, C. Morgan, P. Strong, M. Briggs, R. Hart, U. Mauer, XV. Stevens, B. Ash, D. Sharp. Fourth row: M. Sheldon, G. Davies, F. Roach, D. Faust, Biesinger, L. Lamlwert, Ottley, R. Nilsson, M. Klemm, N lk-Younfg. Fifth rowzj. S1liIlSl'llll Y,l3. Larsen, R. Thomas, -I. Hilton, P. Meadows, jaeohs, R. Armstrong, R Aposhian, C. Pomeroy, R. NVells, M. l.inton. Sixth row: C. Wleight, G. Harrison, G. Condie, Harline, li. NVil son, Hadley, V. Drage, Lyon, M. Olson, N. Huffaker, Ii. Barlow, l.. Paek. Seventh row: Charon, A. Pnel eher, P. Pmall, S. Laml'1ourne, S. lviurdock, L. Lvon, R. Record, Nl. Howard, U. Peacock, F. Alsop, f. Olmstead j. Lake, M. Hall. Left hottom, First row: N. Rutherford, S. l3urhidg.:e, Heiner, B. Brewer, johnson, S. VVatkins, A. Howard, I5 johnson. Second row: M. Newman, R. Pollard, T. Wriglit, S. Nelson, R. Tronier, C. Liston, G. Lloyd, A. Burrows li. Smith. Third row: j. Holding, A. Stewart, L. Baldwin, B. Peterson, M. Ivey, K. jones, J. Turner, G. Soren son, ll. Candland, B. Meliissiek. Fourth row: N. Sutherland, D. Udle, D. Magana, R. Van Dongen, L. Pnrewer R. Allred, F. Pserndt, li. Parris, A. NVood, Stuhlws, S. Millgate. Fifth row: R. Morse, R. Lavton, U. Moffat, L' i' th Maxwell, R. Bingham, L. lowell, G. Merrill, D. Stump, M. Peterson, N. Erickson, R. Clark, T. Duncan. Six row: Plant, li. Melde, l. Richards, G. NVood, B. Gudmundson, D. Martindale, G. XVilliams, l. Hancock, li Ostler, M. Prireh, Rogers, M. Reynolds, C. Newman. Seventh row: B. McNeill, B. Green, D, Christensen, M lilw, O. Lamlwert, D. Robertson, D. Clayson, B. Marehant, V. Belnap, P. Anderson, V. Mantvla. lm ..... .. ...

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FRAN cis NliSLl2N Plllalic SPC1'ld'w ipwc Prov.lucil0n . . ,. Drami' . Stubbs ,. xx. s . and han' H Brcwcfy . - AN , . , S nh 1- Roach, Knuhn tm y Yrvsm - rchcmsc lmcs .. turv . , w c-IP ASPKLB '. Own . . LMYW I I tonumu l lcinil love in Emu hr 3 ,.' - hC3W ' luidd N95 5 Uaite Parissian Ballet? Cocodicetts? These weird heterogeneous terms circulating ahout the cam pus impelled me to conduct an investigation. They originated in the art department, headed hy amhitious Mr. Edward Neslen, who explained their significance. lt seems his class in pictorial composition designed costumes, scenery, and choreography of the Quite Piirissiun Bullet after hearing the plot and accompaniment. The cocodicetts, or gold diggers, furnished inspiration for the fanciful creations. Having satisfied my curiosity, I sought to gain the answer to a most pertif nent question. Vifhat is love? To ohtain this hit of wisdom I journeyed to Mr. Francis Neslen's puhlic speaking class, Here students were delivering tenfminute speeches on the suhject. No one could come to a definite conclusion, and as yet, this controversial question remains unsolved. Another department of the fine arts which caught my attention was drama. Students enacted, produced, and directed plays, one of which was Don't Take My Penny. A new class, stage prof duction, commenced this year. Here l found it interesting to note students applying stage make' up, manipulating scenery, and learning lighting and stage techniques. My suhjects will he amazed at the accomplishments of the fine arts department which provides vocations for ' tertainment for many. some and en- as

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A CAPPELLA CHOIR CAPTIVATES MANY AUDIENCES I Billie Loukas, Jim Hadley, Bonnie Dipo, Don Martindale, and Sydney Lambourne listen to lively Brigadoon records. As I was sitting on the doorknob of S114 pondering my next move, the blending of tenor and bass voices smote my ear. First the altos then the Sopranos joined the refrain. This mixture of music with education perplexed meg therefore, I marched into the room hoping to improve my concepts. But the multitudes, tier upon tier, with their voices blending in a crescendo was enough to frighten the boldest of the bold. After my heart ceased its vibrating, I jumped upon a cabinet for music to survey this group, the A Cappella choir. I learned from Mr. Humphries, the director, that the choir rehearsed seventh period each day so they could perform in the opera, in the district music fes- tival, and in church services. Returning from a Sunday engagement in Cgden, they bounced Found a Peanut from every cranny on the bus. I have still to find a peanut. Z7