Hunter Huss High School - Astron Yearbook (Gastonia, NC)

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Like an eternal interlude, today stands forever in the unend¬ ing crusade of time, linking the past and present into an interval of reality. Yesterday, today, tomorrow ... all are eternities within themselves, yet today is an infinity which we cannot escape. It is the stage from which life’s dramas—both the hilarious and the tragic—are enjoyed and endured. In time, the past becomes a memory, the future remains a reverie, but today is always. For 1600-plus of us Gastonians, Hunter Huss High School is our life’s today. Here teens mold into young adults as each takes his step into the baffling world of youth. And though these teen years may seem to move at a haphazard, blistering pace through this gauntlet of time, they are more truly a brief pause in our lives, like the interlude between two themes of a symphony, when the chuckling days of youth are allowed to blend gradually into the steady rhythms of maturity. Today the Huss teen has arrived at this interlude—a time when untainted youth and parental care give to his abilities the chance to ripen and mature. Each becomes an architect of his fate, working within these walls of time . . . some with problems seemingly too weighty to bear ... others with gaiety bound to be shared ... still others with ornaments of greatness destined to be expressed ... all seeking their own. We prosper, we falter, and still we ponder as we dissect life’s inner core, seeking life’s meaning. Impatient, energetic, we conclude that time is a fickled dimen¬ sion. The day may move murderously slow in long classes only to fleet by at pleasurable ball games and dances. Still time con¬ tinues to tick on—uncannily, incessantly. Our deepest pangs and highest joys wane into oblivion with each perpetual movement of the minute hand. We forget yet rely on these memories. It is a harvesting of these memories to which we will later subscribe; for those that environ us are many and meaningful—the shouting and cheering at ball games, the ego-inflation of a first date, the warm companionship of fellow students, and the buoyant feelings of formal proms. (How could these hilarities ever permit the trespassing of loneliness and sadness into our lives!) Time cradles our wounds and approves our glee. The trill and gusto of laughter, the contagion of enthusiasm, the momentum of hope, the depression of disappointment, the distress of tears find a place in our reaction to life. Our lives are enriched by the blunders of our past and the hopes of our future. Our dismal dawns may erupt into evenings of ecstacy. We manifest yester¬ day’s dreams as we dream tomorrow’s dreams. Huss High re¬ verberates with our recollections—our aspirations. The future remains unknown—but unforeboded. Only the omniscience of God transcends the present; yet, we are con¬ tinually preparing for tomorrow. We learn, we comprehend, we grasp—from those tangibles and intangibles we meet: books, teachers, experiences ... We look up ... steps to climb, a fu¬ ture to find. But tomorrow’s attainment is a product of the fore¬ running yesterday and today. Our minds, like time, are constantly in motion, formulating new ideas, re-evaluating, reorganizing, and discarding old ones. We work laboriously raising money for clubs, cramming for tests, practicing for athletic contests, rehearsing class dramas, publishing school journals, struggling with homework. Payday comes via our assurance that our best is our future’s firmest foundation. Unlike today, high school is not forever. Freshmen move in; seniors move on. High school is ending, yet endless. Tomor¬ row’s reflection may cause us to marvel that one interval could contain so much of life. Time’s Interlude 4

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Briggs — Local Huskie Actions BILL J. BRIGGS To invest his best is the highest respect one can render. Dedication re¬ quires selfless involuntary giving. To sacrifice time is to expend energies. To involve self is to involve the heart. These prerequi¬ site selfless, sacrificial service. These character¬ ize the investments Mr. Bill Briggs contributed to Hunter Huss High School during the past three years. Today his dividends are student and faculty appreciation and accept¬ ance, warm regards, grat¬ itude, and sincere wishes for the best in life for him. Perhaps, his greatest reward will come in his knowing that he made a permanent place for him¬ self in the hearts and lives of his co-workers and stu¬ dents. Serving a year as teach¬ er, Mr. Briggs received an unexpected mid-year pro¬ motion leavin ga vacancy in Huss administration and a regret in the Huss world. Serving as co-or¬ dinator of student affairs, supervisor of school buses and drivers, and assistant in all other administrative duties, he used his com¬ manding height, steady or¬ ganized involvement, and mounting interest for the school’s best. Yet, para¬ mount to these are the re¬ spect, admiration, and rapport he earned. Symbolizing our belief in him is our naming him the 1966 ASTRON co¬ dedicatee. A member of the Huss Frisky, Flirty Faculty Four, here Mr. Briggs, featured at the micro¬ phone, proves not only his versatility but also his willingness “to be game.” A “World’s Finest” administrator, Bill J. Briggs, is caught here in daily action selling the “World’s Finest Chocolate.” Verifying that no job is too large or too small for his attention, Assistant Principal Briggs hoists the eight-foot chandelier that brought dignity to pageant-setting. 6