Southern Nash High School - Unitat Yearbook (Bailey, NC)

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the year of MAGAZINES Magazines burst out with the beginning of school. There were a lot of people sur- prised we started our school projects so early in the year. But I guess we found out through the trial and error method that we're living in tobacco country and you have to hit the public when they have the most money. It proved pretty successful this year. Although we didn't sell as much in the way of figures, we profited more. I guess this was due to the fact that some of the magazines offered gave the school more commission. We sold $3,619.01 and received about $1,895. 79 commission. Last year we sold $5,017.76 and received $1,407.30 com- mission. The money received from these projects went into the hands of the SCA who distributed it among the vari- ous clubs in our school. The Name Of The Game Is More Than Money Along with the magazine sales, the candy sales came at the first of the school year. We didn't out sell last year's quota but at least we sold about the same. Last year and this year we sold $3,600.00 worth of candy and received $1,350. 00 profit on the sale. This money, along with that of the magazine, went to- ward providing necessit- ies for our clubs at South- ern. The candy sold for fifty cents a bar. It was pure milk chocolate and after the sales, the kids around here looked like one big pimple. (if you'll excuse the gross similie). 1971 SCA But we think you should know a little of what the SCA did for you this year. After all they are our men in congress and we need to know what is going on. They helped you seniors get a few more privileges this year. Nothing really that can be pin pointed but mostly the new light that was shed on you as almighty seniors. Enough said, you're going to get swell headed. They are now in the process of writing resolutions to send to the School Board of Directors on subjects like exemp- tion from exams if you have an A aver- age in a particular subject. They are trying to get the Junior High gym in the southern part of the county before the northern part of the county gets it. We've had more dances in one half of this year than all of last year. That certainly says something. They have alloted money for the cheerleaders to treat conference cheerleaders. They have decided to put the matter of chang- ing the present emblem to a more fierce fire- bird into the hands of the Pep Club. Changes are now being made. Now that we are a big- ger Firebird, we should have a bigger symbol!

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It's amazing how one week you can walk into a rugged gym and yell your ever-loving head off for the Firebirds and later walk into a gym that's no longer a gym, but transformed into a scene setting the fast pace for The Age of Aquarius. A space rocket held the theme of the night with stars hang- ing in the background, women in their formals, (the same ones who previous- ly yelled their heads off as they jumped up and down on the bleachers that were now so inconspicuously concealed up against the wall, all wrapped in crepe paper), and men in their tuxs -- all holding moon beams (or rather rocks) which they received at the door. The band was strictly 'Ivy League (you know, the type with the blue shirts with french cuffs and collars, and that white tie -- by all means!) besides the one KKK -- ''Kool Kolert Kid -- WHAT color? -- in the group getting funky on the microphone. Don't get me wrong. . . I like the band! Entertainment was headed by Nancy Smith and her colleagues, who master- mindedly invented a fortune teller (Louis Edwards) who solved the devast- ating problems with just a birth date as a clue. Pretty good, hey? Anybody got a dime? Spongehead (Billy Westray) couldn't GHDT ( get his diaper together) and Mrs, Taylor was outasight -- as in not on the scene -- not with it -- GONE, you know. As was the whole place before the night was over -- REALLY SPACED OUT! SE Ea. De PRA a SE Sd

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ON THE SCENE We had a college night this year in which representatives from many colleges in our state and a few other states came to inform the students on what their college had to PEOPLE offer us. They gave our pamphlets and other info that included college or university requirements, available courses, outside curriculum and other areas of interest. It was held here at the school on a school night in class rooms throughout the building. Re- freshments were served in the cafeteria afterwards with all invited to attend. The outcome was pretty good, and the students were made aware college life was just around the corner. We had a bonfire this year during football season. This was a new addition to our social life here at Southern. The atmosphere (besides being smokey and super cold) was truly that Firebird spirit that everyone has talked about and hoped for. It was a night previous to our homecoming game and we had a Dixon player all prepared. 'He' was stuffed with cotton and dressed for the fire. We burned 'him! in effigy hoping the night of the game we would equally burn Dixon up with all the fire we could muster. AFTERWARDS ...DANCE HOMECOMING Talk about a rotten atmosphere! It is really depressing! All the football players came straggling in, tired as heck, and in this case disappointed as heck. You stand there, not knowing what to say. I mean it's really freaky! . . . Like somebody died or something. There's nothing you can say to make things better. It gets to be an obsession. To see who can cheer up the players is the name of the game. Finally after the game has been won, everyone got down to business. And dancing was the business. Jamie played for the dance 'till 12:00. It was another step forward for South- ern. Now we were succeeding to have fun together as well as work together. The night was successful. Noth- ing involved except a whole lota shaking going on! It's hard to tell the events of a game that no one really believed when it was all over with. The fans were so high strung through- out the entire game. They were well prepared for Dixon. The bon- fire we had previously had, set the atmosphere for a win. The players were reasonably confident. You could tell by looking at them. It seemed they held their heads a little higher than usual. That night they were really proud to wear that uniform. They had a confident student body behind them they felt they couldn't disappoint. I watched them from the sidelines. It's quite a different game. You not only share the feelings of the fans, but of the players as well. You see their expressions as they come off the field. They were hurt or disgusted at a bad move they'd made. They looked like men when you saw their rigid outlines, but at the same time they seemed like little children. Their faces wore a little boys expression, a dirty face with a gleaming eye, not from sweat, but emotion. They smelled not bad, not dirty, not soiled, but rotten. . . But it was a good smell. It wasn't repulsive. It made you want to hug their necks. If only they weren't hauled off to the dressing room as soon as the game was over. The fans miss all these things that you experience when you stand there with them. It's part of the game. . . then losing isn't so hard to accept. We lost but for some reason, that night COMING « HOME