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

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r I I gal . ,xy g fs L' La 1.3-0 . ?,.,q-1-I- 1 I The mad grab for The Wildcat's Tale when it came out on a Friday afternoon, to see if our names were in print . . . Toim Adkins' knack for keeping things lively . . . Donna Aiguier's ability . . .Wanda Austin, our A-I drum major . . . the way we sang Heart of my Heart. Ann Easley and Andy Alder . . . the way Resa English and Linda Ernest sounded when they sang Lost in the Night. Mary Lou Lawson's husky voice . . . Jo Ann Patton and Smokey Fedric . . . Darla Gann and her talent for con- ducting an orderly F.H.A. meet- ing. . The names start coming back now . . . Jerrie Lou Camp . . . Tommy Black . . . Peggy Hamp- ton . . . .lack Lackey . . . Dorn Trotz . . . Joyce Stuteville . . . Paul Robertson . . . and we re- T e' f member, and now it doesn't seem so long ago. Mr. Wilie's Social Science themes . . . Deadly Earnest . . . the Basketball Banquet. . . A ' '- the All-State band trip to Albu- querque . . . F. John PyIman's band concerts, and the inevi- table thrill when the brass sec- tion cut loose on Stars and Stripes Forever . . . the spring days when we knew it was all coming to a swift close. Tournaments,meetings,trips, the Junior-Senior Banquet, the colorful Spring Concert . . . the day we got our annuals, and how we felt when we tried to write So long notes to all our buddies. The Awards Assembly . . .the very last day . . . the slow chill that went through us while we sang Oh Here's to Our Loving- ton High. And finally, Bacca- laureate and Commencement . . . the dignity of the caps and gowns . . . and how we almost had to smile at ourselves because we kept remembering Jo Boy Carson with books under his feet and Mary Evelyn Smith in pigtails. The seriousness we felt at Baccalaureate, when we saw a new vision for our lives . . . the sacredness of the songs we sang that night . . . the Battle Hymn of the Republic . . . ' The finality of Pomp and Circumstance on the night we graduated . . . and when it was all over, and we held our diplomas in our hands, we knew that it had passed too fast, and somehow we had a feeling of both accomplishment and regret. We will come back and walk on the same sidewalks, through the same doors, maybe see some of the same people, and it won't be the same any more. But it will always be a part of us, and we will remember. . . V2 ' The Editor