Richland High School - Rebel Yearbook (Fort Worth, TX)

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Very good, But, Miss Margaret Rodgers ffacul- tyj sees room fo r im - provements. Remember to project, the per- son on the back now, can't hear you talk to the back wall of the audito- rium, Photo by Doug Wallace. Nice little place ya got here, bellows Raeanne Hunt fseniorj as she tries to con- vince the villianous jake the Snake David Everman Cseniorj, to sell his saloon, Photo by Doug Wallace. Desire to create, ever present goal of fine arts. Teachers Moti ate, Pupil p rf orm sign by Mariezjatqueline King mudging the glass of the display window, a student points out several pictures to a friend. Mick and the Stones appear almost lifelike on one page, sharing the spotlight with a lovable Panda and an airborne ballerina. These drawings not only exemplified the tedious hours many gifted students spent struggling to perfect their talentsg they represented the pride that drove so many participants of the Fine Arts toward achieving their goals. Hours after school had ended weary drama students appeared on a dimly lit stage rehearsing a scene that they had seemingly rehearsed thousands of times before. They strove to bring the performance together, and in the one glorious instant when it all becomes synchronized and their minds seemed to work as one, their efforts rewarded. As the janitor wandered through the nails and began to attack the clutter left by students during the day, he muttered a curse about the sloppiness of kids. The school seemed hauntingly desolate and barren aside from the distorted voices of the aspiring actors. Near the end of the hall, a familiar melody floated out to him from behind closed doors. He looked in to find a room full of band members staring intensely at the music sheets displayed before them. The music stopped abruptly and the voice of Mr. jim Van Zandt took its place. A moment later the same song is repeated beginning again from the start. As he took a few more steps down the hall the janitor again heard a melody coming from behind closed doors. This time, however, the music was not instrumental. Child-like voices sang out with such clarity and precision he wondered ' they had stayed so late practicing. Tl' voices belong to members of the Rebel Cl program which has become widely respeo in recent years. Much credit was due to hard work and encouragement of ll Patricia Neighbors. As he turned again to task of cleaning up the carelessly discari trash of the students, he looked upon the with a newfound hope. These students were digging wig themselves for that inner something caused them to always want to improve. T symbolized the heart of the school fr which the student body obtained life. diversified as the courses may have been, Fine Arts department worked together wit: unity and strength that could not surpassed. -julie Richards

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.. 3 'JW' denuc dvances Half-painted walls stare back in silence at the throngs that filled them with laughter and conversation throughout the day. While the world looked upon us with uncertainty we looked ahead with anticipation. We were awaiting the days when we would be freed from the endless lectures, and required subjects. As we watched dried plaster chips fall from the walls we were introduced to Shakespeares masterpieces, World War I, and even Theorem number 2-11. Turning pages and passing days, simply going through the motions that make up our lives. Together we changed and grew and became ourselves, and together we gained the knowledge that would open the doors to our futures. julie Richards lt's 8:55 and Clearing up I'm not ready jumbled minds Academic Motion 61 70 64

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