Hillcrest High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Dalzell, SC)

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5 3 I N ,hx . k7Qg , JY. -. . .ass ,f . i S. My, how time flies when you're having fun. I wonder if time flew and vast changes were noticed by re- turning alumni to the Gold- en Anniversary celebra- tion. Alice Horton discovered that we were approaching our fiftieth year when she looked through some old rec- ords. Leaping vigorously into the project, she served as committee chair- man, and her staff spent months of hard work in preparation for the event. ,.-va qs. v iqrf ' . ki ' xv r V Q Q ,,,,.: ', a f - aa it ifgrfv A, as . ' ' is Many prominent individu- als attended the event. Re- tired District 2 Superin- tendent Dr. Hugh T. Stoddard spoke, in addition to Dr. james D. Blending, the first principal. After the speeches, stu- a dents and alumni presented a skit tableaux. When the program ended, r refreshments were served and alumni had an opportu- nity to not only see the physical and academic changes, but also to renew friendships. r Golden Anniversary 25

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.gzsgtr T.. XP' IW Pmshimi and sfrznrmrmimi 26 Halls and Library 41 I didn't even feel my door making myself thin toes llife had been squeezed out of theml but the thing I really worried about was the five text- books I just dropped. They had already been trampled down a flight of stairs. It was a typical day on my way to third period. I philosophically accepted the inevitability of a neck brace after four years of stairwell stress. When the bell rang after classes I slipped out the like the pink panther and slithered down the walls to my next subject. I knew if the tardy bell rang I would be decapitated in the flurry of the on- slaught. Often I sought refuge in the library where the rows between the books seemed wider-than any available space left in the halls. I found an empty spot in the middle of the room -- a few other algebra regulars were already there, hunched over their homework. As al- ways, my equations sat there and looked up at me like a coiled snake. We gathered regularly to solve perplexing problems. If I wasn't sweating over algebra I fumbled through stacks of magazines - any- thing from Seventeen to Rolling Stone. Sometimes I need the comics or an ar- ticle on Fonzie's latest triumph to get away from reality.