MacArthur High School - Crest Yearbook (Irving, TX)

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This law officer enligfitens his audience with his discussion of Key Link and its involvement with youth. Vm I KICKOFF: A word that has lost much of Its value at MacArthur. Formerly, the point of a football game at which we were closest to not losing. Now the term has taken on the same significance for the other team. LIBERATION: Twenty years ago the full -blooded American housewife— hair mussed, apron splattered with Gerber ' s, face grimy from cleaning the oven— was the ideal woman. Ten years ago she began cleaning herself up every other week to play bridge or go to a PTA meeting. Now she ' s out crusading, often full-time, for an honest politician, a park instead of a shopping center, or her own rights. However, some women, afraid they have come too long a way, want the pace to slow a bit, maybe even rever se itself ... I guess it ' s a woman ' s prerogative to change her mind. LOCKERS are generally assigned on the basis of height. Top lockers are given to people under five feet tall, while basketball players are usually granted bottom row lockers. Should both top and bottom parties arrive simultaneously (which should, at all costs, be avoided) nearby students should stand back and let them fight it out. Top locker tactics: drop a literature book on your opponent ' s head or jab a ballpoint in his eye. Bottom row pointers: take a bite out of your opponent ' s shin or tie his shoelaces together. LUNCH: Lunchtime Is Fun Look, look. See the hungry students. See them stampede en masse to the lunchroom. See the teachers get trampled. They are not as fast as the students. Look, look. See Joe Student staring at his tray. What IS that chartreuse blob on your plate, Joe. See the students throwing themselves across the tables. They are saving them for their friends. Look, look. See Mr. Principal raise his hand just m time to avoid being hit by a stray glorified wiener. Oh, oh. Isn ' t lunchtime fun? experiencing 19

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Mi I J INDIVIDUAL: Sometimes it seems like all the people in the world can be stereotyped into three or four general groups; this feeling occurs mid- Wednesday when the day is divided into neat little 55-minute segments, and the same faces appear at the same spot in the same hall at the same time. But on a campout, when friends are crowded around a campfire and talking long into the night, the fingerprint like uniqueness of each person can be perceived, and the Individual is allowed to emerge. I.P.D.: Can you believe that the policeman who kindly returned your little brother to you after you accidently misplaced him at the Mall on a Saturday morning; who let you off with a warning after you explained that you were going 55 ma 30 mph zone because you couldn ' t feel thegas pedal with your new five- inch platform shoes; who pulled you and your friends over that night, and shined the flashlight in your eyes (all because your license plate light was dim) were all the same officer? ( I ' m just doing my |ob, lady! ) JANITORS: Without their uniforms (and they did, on occasion, wear street clothes) they could have passed as students. But, whether wearing ITT or Irving Public Schools suits, or flares and heels, the new custodial staff wasyoungand related to the student body. Only . . . what does ITT stand for? JEANS: Frayed, laded, flared, patched, pleated, stained, strained, studded, belted, bleached, belled, blotched, hiphuggers, highwaters, tight, torn, worn. Usually accompanied by a blue workshirt. Right now they are helping us expressour individuality, Fortyyears from now, our grandkids will pull this yearbook out of the attic and say Gee— they all look alike! Didn ' t anyone have a mind ot his own? One of the younger ;anitors takes time out trom his duties to talk to Mark Maness. JOB: What isa job? (1.) A job teaches you responsibility. (2.) Ajob teaches you the value of money. (3.) A job teaches you to deal with people. (4.) A job teaches you to survive on three hours of sleep. (5.) Ajobteachesyou to blow off the final at 8:30 the next morning. (6.) A job teaches you to smile and say, Yes, sir, we ' re still open when it ' s a minute after closing time and you have a date in ten minutes. (7.) A job teaches you, in the long run, that there are many things you ' d be better off not being taught. Fallen victim to computer readout, Russell Pierce is stuck with the bottom locker blues. 18 experiencing nmnmmmmmniinMHmKiinmm

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m n MACHINES: The math class was silent except for the monotonous sound of chalk scratching the blackboard. All of a sudden, a string of unrepeatable obscenities reverberated through the hall, and was followed by a despondent sob. The students nodded at each other in silent understanding. The teacher went on writing. The candy machine was 15 cents ncher. METROPLEX: The Dallas-Fort Worth area, and Irving is pretty much in the middle. Thus, MacArthur is a conglomeration of cowboys and clubbers, ropers and partyers. Buck Owens listeners and Led Zeppellin fans. We can go to Dallas for a gourmet meal. Fort Worth for a stock show, and Arlington for a variety of amusements. And if our idea of a good time is take-out pizza and Carol Burnett, we can spend Saturday night in Irving. MONEY: Let ' s see . . . Dad gives me $4 a week. That car I ' ve been looking at costs $3500. If. I start going without lunch at school, I should have all the money saved upby . . .uh . . . 1992. I think I ' ll buy Herman Heckelman ' s old bicycle; cars cause air pollution, anyway. MOVIES: The cinematic trends of 1975 have been seen before. There was the disaster film: pay $3, and you can see and feel the world coming to an end. (Just modern-day versions of War of the Worlds, King Kong, and Them ). Along with these came the sequels— Godfather II, French Connection II, and Funny Lady. (Merely sophisticated renditions of Son of Dracula and Godzilla vs. King Kong ). Then Tommy, The The noise of the larger construction machinery contributed to the chaos in the southwest wing. Sound of Music of the ' O ' s. Might as well stay home and watch I Love Lucy reruns for free. NOISE: In the suburban quiet of northeast Irving, a well-behaved English class settles down to take an essay test. They are smiling, because they have all studied hard. Pens begin to traverse clean, white paper. All of a sudden, the inevitable begins. May I have your attention, please. A blue Ford with license number AFM 356 IS on fire. Planes roar overhead at an altitude of 75 feet. Lockers slam outside, and a student proceeds to drop all his books with a deafening thud. Harmonious sounds of construction blend together m a crescendo. The once secure students proceed to forget everything they knew about the Romantic Poets (and English Lit, for that matter) and begin to wish their fathers would move to inner- city New York, where they could concentrate. NURSE: Hmmm . . .1 ran three miles around the track mPE. I stayed out in the sun 10 hours yesterday and look like a tomato. I ' ll drench her thermometer in scalding water and— Oh yeah— I ' ll do a quick 30 push-ups just before I go in. That oughta give me a temperature. (LATER) Oh, nurse, I ' m sooo sick. Take my temperature. Why are you looking at me like that? 110 degrees?! Ha-ha, nurse, I ' m just a little warm-natured. I ' ll be OK. No, nurse, wait, don ' t call Parkland . . . 20 expierlencing