Lovington High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Lovington, NM)

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We Will Remember .... , I , L. A , g. ,U . g I Q, I W, V , 141, Q, . 4. ,.,., .M, .g,.,-.N,, I . Nineteen fifty-four - fifty-five is a good year to remember. lt ywas our year, we lived it, and now we possess a wonderful storehouse of memories, because we were Seniors . . . the world was ours. The memories come rushing back classes, activities, people, all the things that come together to make something memorable. l REMEMBER . . . how strange it was to us on the first day of school, when we wandered around our new school plant, but finally, in the spring, it was familiar to us and we felt as if we had been there always. l The first football game of the season, the anticipation in the cool, crisp air, and the marching band adding the lost touch of, excitement as those fighting Wildcats came running onto the gridiron led by five blue and white clad cheerleaders, and every- one tuned up for The Old Locomotive. The days school spirit was high . . . when the boys wore yelllow levis and pink T-shirts on the day of a game . . . congo lines in the halls . . . beat tags . . . noon pep rallies . . . the day we buried the Spirit of Hobbs in a real coffin with mourners, mfusic and wreaths. And we did beat the Eagles tor the first time in eleven years, and we knew our Senior year was going to be a good one. Larry Shivers and Jimmy Bevers, the competent Wildcat co- captains . . . the day we raised the Beat Gadsden flag to the roll of drums . . . the state play-off at Las Cruces when a guy named Gonzales put an end to o beautiful dream . . . the football banquet, when we honored our District Champs . . . Homecoming blight . . . it all seems like a long time ago, now . . . but we still remember . . . l Early morning Octette practice, dreaming to such tunes as Sentimental Journey and Blue Moon . . . the Amarillo trip and Sweet Georgia Brown. 5 Christmas ,cantata practice when Mrs. Anderson dusted off the old gray Messiah books once again, and after much practice, the dark gym, while the soft, low voices of the bays repeated dgain The l,ord's Prayer against the background of the girls' ethereal humming. Even now, if we try, we can still hear the first few lines of, And the Glory of the Lord. l Memories are cheap . . . and we remember . . , the wonder: ful tired feeling at the end of the day when Our team had won . . . the Wildcat on the activity bus . . . student council meetings . . . the bunny hop . . . snake dances down town with those in the big circle shouting, Victory . . . Lela Ponder's hair. . . the fun we had in Miss Harp's speech lass. . . Mr. Grable and his F.F.A. boys . . . smiling head cheerleader Ethel Stowers lhe day our class rings came in and we felt like Seniors for the first time. l Allan Hollis and those drums . . . Student Council President Enoch Dawkins . . . Brookie Anderson! personality . . . the night Bill Cates broke the scoring record in basketball the sound the scoreboard in the gym made. Q There were chemistry experiments to perform, bookkeeping to get, government quizzes book reports, final exams. y We will remember our Junior play, The Night of .lanuary.Sixteenth, when lawyers .Btidgforth and Short battled it out, and this year's Junior play with Ruth Maddm starring