Kecoughtan High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Hampton, VA)

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And you thought I couldn ' t make Christmas cookies! Convincing his friends fcf his unique ability, Bill Stewart cuts up the cake with confidence. Content with the evening ' s happenings, Mary Kelley and Lee Dech indulge in one last dance before their starlit fantasy ends at the strike of twelve. % Now, do-st-do your partner. Combining a bit of the old Virginia Reel with the latest disco steps, Victor Watson and Dominique Fequiere move to their own callers. SPECIAL EVENTS 21

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uk QAii .iamgbu tg When the first frosts of winter appeared, colonists sought hearths for warmth and the company of friends. Warriors emulated this tradition in early December as brisk winds carried them to shelter at the annual Mistletoe and Holly Ball. Once inside the ballroom, merrymakers were captivated by the intricate setting of a Williamsburg Christmas. Collaboration of Keyettes and Key Clubbers proved fruitful, for the Annex was no longer a conglomerate of carpeted classrooms, but emerged as a cobblestone street leading into an eighteenth century colonial mansion. Club members had labored endless hours painting murals and cutting tinsel stars to capture the occasion ' s warmth. Under the co-chairmanship of Karen Crusberg and Mike Moon, the traditional gathering surpassed all previous ones; more bids were sold than ever before, a rock-and-roll band replaced the common disco bands, and for the first time in years a profit of $90.00 was cleared. Although lute and flute melodies were absent, the dance reflected the hearth ' s welcome air during Christmas celebrations. Elegantly costumed Warriors relished both the waltz-less ballroom and the gathering which concealed a delectable entree table. At twelve, filled with cheerful tidings, colonized Warriors returned to their twentieth century homes to change into comfortable clothes, place corsages in water, and to anticipate approaching mistletoe promises. 20 SPECIAL EVENTS

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cjUuw-bCing In the early, quiet hours at Bert ' s Florist, the apprehensive cry of a homecoming mum broke the silence. Oh, I ' m so nervous! I hope she ' ll like me. This cellophane bag is so cramped that my arms are being crushed! Uh, oh, someone ' s coming. Sleepy juniors trekked into Bert ' s about 7:00 a.m. to pick up 170 mums and boutonniers. The boxes, overflowing with flowers decorated with green and white ribbon, were placed into the car ' s trunk. Slam! Hey, watch the bumps! My nerves are shot from the rugged road and from worrying that she won ' t like my battered looks. Thank goodness, the car has stopped and we have arrived. Well, here I go . . . Junior Class members worked steadily all morning, writing messages, tagging mums and boutonniers, separating the flowers into individual classrooms, and passing them out to hopeful Warriors during third period. He ' s taking me away from my friends in the box. Maybe Tm going to meet my owner now. She ' s picking me up, and she ' s turning RED! Oh, no! She must not like me. Wait! She ' s taking me out of the bag; she ' s smelling me . . . she ' s smiling! When the KHS Warriors gathered in the gym for the basketball homecoming pep rally, the mum and new owner were a part of the crowd. The people called sophomores just finished yelling VICTORY, and now the juniors are shouting the same word. (It must be contagious). Whoops! She ' s jumping to her feet and clapping, stomping and chanting. Ouch! I ' m losing some of my petals. Please, stop jumping! Good, she ' s quiet now. Oh no, Julie Harding just said the seniors won the Spirit Jug, and she ' s dancing a jig. Oh, I fear I ' ll never make it to the game in one piece. As the mum watched, Kecoughtan ' s basketball players were forced into overtime, battling the Phoebus Phantoms ' surging aggression. The score changed sides with each passing of the ball through the hoop. For three grueling minutes, both teams played intensely; however, Phoebus emerged as a narrow victor. What shapely legs these humans called cheerleaders have. Still, I ' d perfer a tall, green stem anyday. She ' s walking down the bleachers to attend the dance. Just two more hours to go. Sponsored by the Senior Class, the homecoming dance reaped a sizable reward of approximately $200.00. Warriors danced to their favorite tunes supplied by 2WD disco Jockey, Steve Gimbert. I ' m so dizzy. She whirls and twists in every dance. Here ' s a nice slow one. What ' s this? I can ' t breathe. Is it legal to dance this close? Finally, the music stopped, and the bright lights were extinguished as the tired little mum sighed with relief — the mum had survived. Soon after she arrived home, her parents asked how the events had gone. With a pleased grin, she answered, Oh, if flowers could only talk. “Now, this won ' t hurt a bit. Thomas Miller performs the complicated surgery of pinning a homecoming mum, while patient, Brenda Franks, fearfully awaits the inevitable piercing stick of the pin. In a forceful speech concerning school activism. Coach James Hathaway demands the Warriors to fill both sides of the gym during the game against Phoebus.