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

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'il ,f .Q,vf,,I!,f!- ,lgnvllf -, ff:fv'Y? Times Square? Grand Central Station? The Black Hole of Calcutta? No, just scores of S-Mites on their way to the next hour. Have Found Us Gone Our Separate Ways A mantle of snow descends, transforming the Shawnee-Mission campus into a winter wonderland. At the hitching post and rearing to go, 3

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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

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her Like obedient circus elephants, the buses line up at the bus dock. When the bell rings, both students and books should be well-read d of mighty mechanicai needs await their denim-dad riders' A welcome lull descends upon the office staff and its assistants.