Stone High School - Echo Yearbook (Wiggins, MS)

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Scene Seven Mrs. Jone's Typing I class, April 5, 1979. The only sound in the room is the clicking of typewriters. Mrs. Jones: Stop! lThe room is suddenly silent as everyone stops typing.! Count mistakes and figure your words per minute. Sophomore Boy: Good Gosh! I'll never get 40 words per minute. Girl: How many did you get? Boy: I'm not gonna tell ya. Girl: Aw, come on, tell me. Boy: lalmost inaudiblyl: 10. Girl: What? Boy lloudlyl: 10! Girl: 10! You're kidding! Boy: Oh, shut up. Ready for your second timing Sophomore Sophomore Sophomore Sophomore Sophomore Sophomore Sophomore N Sophomore Mrs. Jones: test? Everybody ready? Go! lThe room once again is filled with the sound of clicking typewriters.! Stop! Count your errors and figure your words per minute. Sophomore Boy lwadding up paper and throwing it across roombz Aw! Crud! I only got 9 this time! You stupid typewriter! lIn total frustration, he begins to beat on the typewriter with both fists.J Mrs. Jones: Stop that! lwrites out a pink slip! Here take this to the office. BULLDOI 'll In general science these girls learn the parts of an earthworm and how to make clay models resembling the worm. 'ali' MH' Students in the Devotions Committee play put on a a show for the student body.

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A daily event for Bryan Lott and Arthur Woodward is working work sheets in math. Junior Boy: Hey, Mrs. Webb, how does this look? Mrs. Webb: Super! Fantastic! Sophomore Girl: What about mine? Mrs. Webb: Super! Fantastic! IA crash is heard. Then two boys come running out of the chemical room.l Sophomore Boy: Hey, Mrs. Webb, they just spilled a liter of hydrochloric acid! Mrs. Webb: Super! Fantastic! Senior Girl: Mrs. Cain, Mrs. Cain, my flies are dead! Mrs. Cain: On, no! You're kidding! iThinking for a moment! Hey, maybe you can find some more at the dump. Senior Girl: It's too cold. Mrs. Cain: Well, try the cafeteria. Un the back of the room, two seniors are working at the same table, painting the backgrounds for their projects.D Senior Girl: I can't believe the Science Fair is tomorrow. It seems like just a few weeks ago we were decorating the Homecoming Float. Senior Boy: Yeah, I know what ya mean. I thought school would really drag this year, but it's flying by. Football season was over before we knew it. Senior Girl: Yeah, and basketball, too. Senior Boy: Then suddenly it was Christmas, and now I only have this semester left to pull up my grades. Senior Girl: Hey, we better get busy. We have to have these ready by tomorrow morning! I real :git Homecoming Queen Rosa Lott is one of the key workers in putting the Homecoming float together. mlfhpplng through the spirit sign, the Tomcats rush onto the ie d. ze fi' ' i ' '

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Typing is a versatile subject. Students not only learn the keyboard, but also learn how to type and correctly punctuate all sorts of business forms, legal forms, and term papers. i 2 M- we W,-W-Mqy vm... ..,. S Q df Kevin Vanderbilt excels in sewing as well as basketball. Scene Eight The breezewayj May 4, 19795 Activity Period. Students are standing in groups, laughing and talking together. Senior Boy: Just one more week and we'Il be out of here forever! And if I never see this place again it will be too soon. Junior Boy: Man, I wish I was a senior. This place is like a prison. Senior Boy: Yeah, I thought this year would never end. Senior Girl: Well, I don't know. Senior Boy: What do you mean? Senior Girl: Well, the year didn't drag for me. I mean, I'll be glad to get out, too. But this is my senior year and it's almost over. It kinda makes me sad. Junior Girl: Sad! You gotta be kidding. Senior Girl: No, I'm not kidding. It is kind of sad. I mean, it's our last year together as a class. After graduation, we might not even see each other again. And we've been through a lot together. Senior Boy: I think I see what you mean, but I'm still ready to get out of here. Senior Girl: Well, Iam too. But somehow I feel like this year went by too fast. M 4 WW hw 'JH' V 'F WWFHFH1 During homeroom, students like to crowd around the teacher's desk. Here Mrs. Simpson is almost obscured from view.