Shawnee Mission High School - Indian Yearbook (Shawnee Mission, KS)

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Y V714 F6 2 J, ,M f ff y n 5 F Before school or during lunch, studenu The clock shows three thirty-one as prompt Shawnee-Mission Indians eagerly turn homeward. p Though electric bulbs cannot re-create daytime vitality, on Back to School Night S-M presents an interesting study in contrasts. l W I 1 w x 3 r + - 4

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.I i utes between classes, fifteen seconds f TO THINK: Frequent medztatzon zs the HOW did the time escape? Where did o ' fiweeks for term papers, one minute sixsweeks until grade cards . . . all of that 1 important factor, Time, Though these seconds, minutes, and hours have vanished on the swift wings with N which the seasons fly, they can be re-lived by those who TAKE TIME to remember. Think of the weak knees you encountered as you led your first cheer or gave your first -campaign speech. Recall the tantalizing terror of semester exams or the cealseless chatter in the cafeteriaebeforeschool. Misty-eyed sentimentalists sigh for the good old days, and even the hardened intellectuals wish that time stood still. T TOBE FRIENDLY. ,Frzendslnps lzne

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4 : find this spot on S-M's campus ideal for soaking up the sun. 'Other Nights and Other Days BROAD GRASSY lawns, tall green shade trees, the white concrete of bus dock or tennis court: as long as we live, the recollection of these scenes will bring back memories of the setting where the year's drama was acted out. Recalling the campus by itself will give us an incomplete picture unless there is added to it that vital fourth dimension-time. Today deserted, perhaps, and empty, the parking lot was a bustling place at 8:00 AM every weekday morning . . . as was the now tranquil bus dock where hundreds of us poured forth to begin the day's work . . . or the halls where we all stood talking until the first bell rang. At 8:30 sharp, the day officially began, Good morning, ladies and gentlemen - will any of us ever forget Mr. Welch's voice over the P.A. or how he started the announcements? The classrooms are silent now, but in '55-'56, they were filled with our voices, our opinions, our discoveries, and our dreams. Stark and silent, too, are the walls of the auditorium, of the staditun, and of the gymnasium, where once we laughed, cried, yelled, and applauded for an especially clever talent assembly, a song well sung, a last-minute shot that made the basket, a burst of speed that gave us a touchdown or a track trophy. This was the S-M campus, then: an inert but beautiful background for the ceaseless, sprawling symphony that was played there. The always-welcome bell marks the end of another busy day and sends students homeward. if ,W a if