Leo High School - Oracle Yearbook (Leo, IN)

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Summer. A carefree time for some, filled with sunshine and friends and good times. For still others it means a job part of the time, sav- ing the fun for the off duty hours. Working for hire was a new ex- perience, but it was nice to have that regular paycheck coming in. Nice to have the money for the things you really wanted — like wheels. For many this meant a 4- wheel drive truck. Funny how tastes change. As soon as one of the crowd gets a 4x4, it sets off a chain reaction and everyone else wants to abandon their old ma- chine, too, in favor of a truck. And the parade to the dealers be- gins. Of course there ' s still plenty of cars around, and motorcycles, too, for there ' s so many places to go and things to do in the sum- mer. Trips to the lake or a friend ' s pool, or a game of tennis or golf require instant transporta- tion. Then there ' s baseball games, parties and picnics, and the ultimate — cruising Shoaff Park with a carload of friends. For those who don ' t yet drive, there ' s the ever popular bicycle, or horses for a special few. And for the most economically mind- ed, there ' s the newest mode of transportation, the skateboard. It can take you anywhere you want to go that ' s not uphill. Always moving, places to go, things to do, friends . . . Summer. School Is Out 4 Opening

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2€23SX± The forecast had predicted rain, but with the sun at your back, only slightly diminished by scattered clouds, you found it hard to believe that it would actually rain. But, as the day wore on, the wind began to rise, barely perceptibly at first, then steadily, steathily, til minature dust devils danced across the garden in the sudden swoops of breeze. The air grew cooler. By evening small droplets appeared, forming a pattern on the sidewalk. You shivered and went inside. The dro- plets soon became larger and tapped a metallic tattoo on the old porch roof where they fell. Looking out, watching the earth cleanse itself, you feel a certain wistfulness welling within you. So you draw the curtain aside and pull your chair closer to the window. You sit listening, letting the tap, tapping on the pane wash over you. You feel content there, almost comforted by its gentle tone. As you quietly sit, you become pensive, and your thoughts float back over the summer just passing. REMEMBERING, RELIVING, REFLECTING Opening 3

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It was a good time. An easy- going fun time to get away from the pressures of school. And the days flew by so quickly when there were so many fun things to do. But as the summer wore on, and friends left for family vacations, you sometimes found yourself at a loss for com- pany. Then the hours passed more slowly and the summer stretched out long before you. It was like a newly awakened cat uncurling itself, getting the kinks out of its back. Long lazy afternoons of soaking up the sun didn ' t seem as wonderful as they did at first. Long hours faded into longer uneventful days. You wondered what you could ever find to do, and who could you find still around to share it with. You even got to thinking of cleaning out your room, or maybe the garage. Gads, was it ever boring!!! After awhile your thoughts even drifted back to school. Funny how enticing that ol ' pile of bricks got to be when you hadn ' t been there for two months. You sort of, kind of a little bit, well maybe, even, wished you were back in school. Then at least, there were friends to hang around with. And there was certainly always something to do! AS THE SUMMER SLOWLY UNCURLS - . . McKX ' - . ,ir ■W V • ' i w fitfy.- . ' I? Opening 5