Phoebus High School - Spectre Yearbook (Hampton, VA)

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Right: Snow descends on the Phoebus Phantom on a cold January after¬ noon. Above: Greeting friends and walking to school t ogether is some¬ thing a majority of the Phantoms do Above: Much of the time between classes is spent getting the necessary materials from the lockers. Right: Friendship is the tie that binds; these young ladies have experienced much of life at Phoebus together. 12

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Top: What could this be? Only the shadow knows? A coat sale no doubt. Above Right: A few police officers demonstrate the fine art of police work to some Phoebus students. Above Left: Phoebus Phantoms enjoy a school dance. Left: The majorettes lead the band in the Phoebus Day Parade. 11

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Oh! Those Marvelous Times Who will ever forget Shakespeare — especially MacBeth and the great dra¬ matizations in Mr. Heatwole’s class. Then there were the unbelievable science projects. How are clouds formed? What conditions are necessary to the proper growth of a plant? Will man lose any appendages by the year 2050? Student life at Phoebus revolved around the five minute rush (supposed¬ ly) to get to each class. Boredom usually set in when one had to leave the comfort¬ ing and relaxing environment of the classroom to grab that quick bite of in¬ stant energy from the cafeteria long about mid-day. All geared up ... new energy flowing through the veins ... the refreshed and eager Phantoms now moved on to yet an¬ other class. Once again, the hunger and thirst for that higher education over¬ powered the compelling force to partake of more munchies. World geography classes soon led to United States Government classes. Ninth graders and seniors alike found them¬ selves busy learning the life of the world. Let us not forget those awesome math problems! As if adding and subtracting were not enough to ask of us, the editors of all math books found it necessary to throw in those mind-bending word prob¬ lems. If Johnny had five apples and gave Mary four, what about Johnny? He was a fool! Electives usually brightened a stu¬ dent’s life. This was the golden opportu¬ nity. This was that special time where you were where you wanted to be, when you wanted to be there! And better than that ... you were usually doing some¬ thing you wanted to do! Unfortunately, one couldn’t stay there forever. Woa to the poor individual who had to work his brain for five hours, and as if that weren’t bad enough, had to migrate to the gymnasium for that final hour and breathe in that ol’ locker room smell. 13