Judson High School - Blue Devil Yearbook (Judson, TX)

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X1 Published by the Journalism Classg Judson High School, Judson, Texas Cynthia Barlow and Rick Shepherd, Co-Editors Blue Devil '64

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November 22, 1963, began--and progressed for awhile-much like any other school day-even a bit better, perhaps. In the first place, it was Friday, which is always reason for rejoicing around schools. Second,pfp'e were already anticipating the Thanksgiving Holidays of the next week. V i Most of us had just finished lunch that fateful day when the incredible news broke: our Pres- ident and our governor had been shot, were critically wounded, perhaps dead. Reactions event- ually ran the gamut of human emotions, but all began with stunned disbelief. For a few tense minutes, students wandered, distracted and lostg teachers paced, grave and concerned. Then the unmistakable word came: he was dead. President Kennedy had been assassinated. Numbly we watched through the next three days: first the weekend, then the formal day of mourning on Monday. As we sat transfixed before our TV sets, surrounded by newspapers whose bold black headlines screamed the news at us, we sensed vaguely that we were peculiarly a part of the history being made. Perhaps this sensation was due to our proximity to' Dallas. Primarily, though, it was due to the unique rapport which most young people had felt with this vigorous young President, this bearer of the torch for the new generation of Americans, to borrow his own words. We found it comforting to return to school and to resume the familiar routine the following Tuesday, but things weren't quite the same, somehow. Time has continued to pass unchecked, other important events have transpired since. But wherever we go, whatever happens in the future, we know that not one of us will ever forget where he was and what he was doing on that bleak November school day in 1963 when he learned that President Kennedy had been assassinated.