Ripon High School - Mission Yearbook (Ripon, CA)

Page 5 text:

Mission '73 Table of Contents Dedication .......... pa ge 2 Student Body 81 Learn'ed Leaders ..... page 4 In School- Out of School ...... page 40 Advertisements ........ page 84 MISSION Staff Editor: John Mangelos Asst. Editor Sz Photographer: Lawrence Palmaymesa Business Manager: Michael Fassler Copy: Karen Carson 8: Allyn Wood Asst. Business Manager: Darlene Doty

Page 4 text:

D K Uujz Lina V927 R' Wfwy fa, mf Xffuffd Ol! V.Nl N1 X ' V fr L Z

Page 6 text:

We Dedicate This Book To You You Written especially for you by Ella jo Velthoen Sometimes you feel you've never been complete, For life is filled with fears. Your questions go unanswered, And haunt you through the years. Kindergarten, oh so lonely, Strange faces all around. You listen to her stories, Your blanket on the ground. First grade is filled with wonder, As games and Share and Tell. Second grade you learn sweet songs, And play Farmer in the Dell. Third, Fourth, Fifth and Sixth grade, You know who is your friend. Seventh and Eighth grade, This all comes to an end. Freshman year you're lonely, You've hit the bottom now. They tell you to go away, You don't ask why but how. Your football team is bad, They don't know how to play. They seem to look worse, Each and everyday. The girls look at you strangely, The boys they make fun. And you count the seconds, Until this day is done. You don't dress like upperclassmen, You seem to have no style. And no one knows your name, They even lose your file. You sing off key in Glee, And don't know the school cheer. You're out of step while marching, And welcome end of year. Sophomore year has to be bette You think you have the feel. And there are other Freshmen, So now you're the big wheel. Now you have courage, To even go on a date. Go to a dance at the gym, But you have a flat, you're late make your first speech, stutter, you get dry. learn to hate your English, skip your class and lie. get to meet new teachers, ask too much from you. You You You You You Who And when you do your best, They give you more to do. Your hair grows just perfect, Although you can not see. The teachers say cut it, But you protest, It's Me. Of course you're older now, And in your Junior year. You are popular, interesting, Having all friends near. You find you're lonely, There's so much for you to do. You have a real love one, And things are right for you. Your class holds the bonfire, It must be ninety feet tall. rs Your King and Queen get the votes, At the K-Q ball. The Homecoming parade is rained out,