Stephenville High School - Yellow Jacket Yearbook (Stephenville, TX)

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One Hundred and wo Ius A Hoi Tradition Rockets explode and light pierces the darkness. The crowd oohs and ahhs at the multi-colored sparks floating in the sky-the grand finale to the July Fourth Fun Fair, a local annual event complete with games, prizes, and, of course, that famed scorching Texas heat. July 4. Independence Day. A time for fireworks, festivities, and, for some, the local annual July Fourth Fun Fair. I went to the Fun Fair because last year I didn't get to stay long, said Sophomore Tracey Holloway. Others didnit go for the entire day, but . . . just to the fireworks because they're prettyf' said Senior Samantha Mingus. For some, the booths set up in the park were an attraction, although not always due to the booth's contents. We sat by the fishtank for three hours because it was in the shadef' said Junior Pam Virgin. There were others more interested in socializing as a main attraction of the fair. I spent all day walking around and talking to people. I loved it! said Holloway. Student Life Excitement over the 4th in the park was not quite as evident in a few people, however. lt was okay, but the worst part of it was the monotony of the whole thing. it's the same thing every year, and you always know what's going to be going on, said Senior Steve Williams. Regardless of the sameness of the fair from year to year, this year was the best-I'll remember every moment, said Virgin. There was the walk to the car when we were really strange! Then the laundromat . . . it was hot, so we stopped to cool off and get a coke. John and Steve actually laid down on a table to be near the air conditioner! she said. The last Roman Candle is exploded, the last firework has flickered out, and the crowd slowly goes home, the fair over for another year. Margo Collins

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No slashing knives, no evil torture, no death, but still . . . fear slowly rises. Panic builds. It's a real- life horror story- ighimare on ale free! Footsteps echo down the deserted hall. Shadows flicker. The footsteps quicken. Up ahead-a light at the end of the hall! Safe at last. Almost. THE NIGHTMARE ON DALE STREET . . . September 1, 1987. The first day of school. I walked into that auditorium and I felt like a nerd! said Sophomore Linde Irons, a new student. New students werenit the only ones who were not completely comfortable during the first day of school, however. Besides the whole morning going wrong, I was the klutz of the world! said Junior Pam Virgin. A few weren't bothered by problems caused by school starting, but problems that were only a by-product of September's arrival. I had to wake up early! said Junior Herman Reynolds. Schedule changes took up quite a bit of time during the first few weeks of the year, but many of these class changes were necessary. Freshman Kelsey Woolfe looks at his class schedule during homeroom, only to discover that he has been placed in a girls' basketball class. Woolte had to attend this class for several weeks, until counsellors could change his schedule. Photo by Margo Collins. Others weren't concerned by problems of their own, but by someone else's problems Ipossibly a new freshman's!. Little kids were running around asking where's what 1500 times, said Junior Debbie Ward. This nightmare of a day wore on. For some, it wasn't too bad, but it was difficult trying to start the school year in a better way than last year, said Junior Leslie Coan. Eventually the first day ended. For a few, though, the nightmare didn't end with the final bell on September 1. HOn Wednesday night fduring the first week of schooli I ate six hot dogs at work that were bad and I was as sick as a dog Thursday and Friday, but went to school anyway, said Senior Jason Stone. Jason wasn't the only casualty during the beginning of the school year. I tore up the tendons in my knee on a kick-off in the second game of football season . . . said Sophomore B.G. McLain. Safe at home, away from the haunting sound of ringing bells and hundreds of echoing footsteps, the nightmare is over. Or is it just beginning? Margo comm l L... I :iv NightmarefTruth

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On the Fourth of July, in addition to the fair's booths, various groups performed on the stage in the park. Junior John Phelps thinks about wanting to perform that day .... Phelps also remebers the party we had after the fair as the best part of the day. Photo by Margo Collins. Not everyone who spent the day at the Fun Fair got to do the usual socializing and wandering around . Junior Jimmie Benham does his part to keep the fair going by twirling up wands of cotton candy. Photo by Margo Collins. 1 5 K, i i' if . Hi, X - '. ri , , g . X o N N - N15 5' ' lift l We fl fl Nw it R PEE ll' uk? be 1 is: Q w -1 ,! . X 5 7 Shades and shorts were the order of the day with temperatures soaring into the 100s. Sophomore Tracy Swindall and friends, complete with sunglasses, walk through the barricaded streets of the City Park. Photo by Margo Collins. 44? .,...-v-wap : ig 'Q M Q X l 9 fi i 35 t Q , E-is r - a v i-rs. 2. . 5 Much of the time at the fair was spent walking around in the city park. Junior Stacey Angermann stops in the shade to wait for a friend. Photo by Margo Collins. The bleachers by the fishing exhibit became a popular place to sit and watch the crowds go by. Juniors Anita Henderson, Renee Bell, and BK Marrs take time to rest and visit during the fair. We sat there all day, just amazed by the fish, said Henderson Photo by Margo Collins. July Fourth