Seneca High School - Arrow Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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THUNDER! ! Move over, Durrett, Seneca's here! The thundering feet of the football team, the blaring of trumpets, the convertibles carrying the beautiful candidates, and the rhythmic downbeat of the dance- bandg these are the sights and sounds of Homecoming '65l These could be the ingredients of most any home- coming at most any high school. But everybody knows that Seneca is not just any high school, and home- coming at Seneca is not just any homecoming. When- ever Seneca does something, we do it in a big, big, way! The opening kickoff signified the beginning of what proved to be the most magnificent homecoming yet. The high and mighty Seneca Redskins didnit give Durrett a second thought as they polished off the De- mons, 45-6. Never has Seneca initiated a homecoming so inspiringly.

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Homecoming Beauties Princess Miss MARILYN HARVIN Queen Miss MIMI LOWRY I29

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llilifbwlgwltill MQ Q, R. -1, Through wind, rain, snow, or sleet, our school spirit can't be beat! Not enough can be said about the brilliant spectacle of halftime. There wasn't a soul there who could doubt that this year's candidates for Queen and Princess were the loveliest ever. The band played, the drill corps ex- ecuted an unusually outstanding performance, and the activities were climaxed as Mimi Lowry was crowned Queen, and Marilyn Harvin, Princess. Hey! Hear the beat?l Yeh, man, The Keyes were there to shake the rafters off the gym and provide the swingin, rhythm that seemed to grab everybody that entered the Homecoming Dance. It didn't take anybody long to recover from the cold and rain outside, and for two-and-a-half hours, the entire multitude of stu- dents seemed to be lost in the beat of the jerk, bump, or just plain fakeitl From beginning to end it was wild, wild, wild! At twelve oiclock, after the last person had straggled out, the gym was dark and deserted. From its corners a few crepe paper streamers still hung in dreary deso- lation, and a balloon or two still lay scattered about the floor. Monday, there would be no evidence of the glory that had occurred there that night. But as desolate as the gym appeared, one person remained. This was Lone- some, the spirit of Seneca. Yes, Lonesome tarried therf long after the melee had departed, just as he always had on so many nights past. His spirit strolled the halls, raced across the gridiron, and hovered over the gym. You want to know something? I think heill stick around for a while. I3I