Springville High School - L Artiste Yearbook (Springville, UT)

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BUT THIS IS US!!! Cute Little Devils, Ain't We??? Trudy Child, Loni Knight, Dana Miner and Maralee Bate enjoy a halftime snack at the game. Breck Bartholomew Statisticians Kathie Coliani and Chris Hatfield keep track of a the fine details at a football game. New-wavers, Jennifer Allan, Audra Averett, Cindy Coats, Debra Graves, Amy Bunker, and Cullen Ollerton get into the spirit of Homecoming week. Lynnae Whiting Breck Bartholomew

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August 30 . . . and the drudgery had begun again. It was time to pack up the water skis, the suntan lotion and the camping gear; time to unpack stiff new school clothes, books, and worst of all — the alarm clock. The hardest part about school starting had to be the realization that summer vacation had ended. No more “late to bed and late to rise.” For a few of the “little devils” at SHS though, school work didn’t begin with registration. Estimates were that over half of the studentbody had been at school before it started to get ready for football and volleyball games, tennis matches, cross country meets, and to participate in a barrage of different camps and conferences. Summer activities ranged anywhere from “skiing the scum” on Utah lake, to surviving in the High Uintas, to trying to tan a pink little body to a coppery brown. Sun- shine was scarce this summer as record rainfall and snow runoff caused major flooding and mudslides. Part of the summer was spent sandbagging and preparing for disaster. The rest of the vacation was spent sleeping, shopping, travel- ing, dating, being lazy, and most of all — dreading August 30. (Lynnae Whiting) Learning the techniques of pro- per bubble blowing took up part of the summer vacation for Mara Carabello and Kim Bachelder. Lynnae Whiting SUMMER 5

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Sophomores are unique. They average anywhere from three foot two to Justin heighth. Well — not quite. Sophomores think the table of contents is in the lunchroom. Sophomores think they can beat the seniors in class yells. Ah, what young, foolish little pigments they are. Juniors, on the other hand, are quite wonderful. Just ask them, they’ll tell you. What makes them so great? Well, (get ready for this) they can drive. And what’s more, some of them can (gasp!) parallel park. Some of the male juniors have peach fuzz on their faces. In some cases it is longer than their hair. Female juniors are on the borderline between the giggly “ooh he’s gorgeous” stage and the “I feel mature enough to recognize him for the snergle he really is” stage. What is a senior? Can we count the ways? Nay — there are not enough wonderful adjectives to describe seniors. (Sophies, see Miss McPolin for a definition of adjective). Seniors are power- ful yet sensitive, demanding yet patient, strong yet tender, all roll- ed up into one. They are IT, the ultimate — they are the top of Old Smokey. They are the future leaders, the future Reagans, Jane Fondas, and yes, the future Mr. Liddiards. They are America! (Paige Wright) A group of aspir- ing young beach bums find a relax- ing way to enjoy lunch. US! 7