Thomas Carr Howe Community High School - Hilltopper Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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9 ' U ' U 'LI U 9 School spirit IS NOT DEAD! The idea that Howe doesn't care is not now, if it ever was, true. People donlt realizejust how lively it really is, and itls time they sit up and take some notice. I went to the basketball game Saturday night. Our bleachers were full and the crowd was wild. There were times I thought that the roof was going to fall in because ofthe noise. As the numbers on the scoreboard got higher the fans got louder. It was really great! The main contest was not on the floor, but rather in the bleachers between the fans from Howe and the fans from Martinsville. The result was victory for Howe. I I A Earlier in the week I had been to our first wrestling meet. There, too, was the old school spirit. The grapplers were up de- fending their city championship. The bleachers were alive with anxious Howeites. The points were mounting up. At the slap of the mat the crowd lurched to their feet. School spirit was soaring as Howe came out victorious again. When it comes to school spirit and defending the honor of Howe, I find that we, the Hornets, always come through. CAMANDA VAN HOOSERJ W -Nw l. The Hornet buttons are danger signs to the opponents. 2. Mrs. Elwood Powell and other PTA members brave cold weather to man the concession stand. 3. Cheerleaders post spirit signs before all big games. I I 3 8

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Q S' E I gl bd .lin x 1 ff ,f' it 'B L! li X Affjl X as N XX f M il .. . il In our four years at Howe we learned how to tell exactly when the principal would strum his mandolin every forty minutes. It seemed as if all we wished was to hear that strange tone eight or nine times a day, then go home. Yet, we didn't realize how deep an engraving these high school days would make in our hard-surfaced memories. Most of us strived to be popular and aimed to be famed. Trying to become something more thanjust an object taking up space. Struggling to become more than an equal. While few of us succeeded, the great majority of us had the time of our lives trying. Life in itself is constant learning and high school is an unusual conglomeration of learning, fun, new experiences, and especially making friends. For most, the friends you have upon leaving high school will be your companions for life. Yes, some of us enjoyed learning postulates, theorems, func- tions, and tables, sentence structure, paragraphing, and poetic verse, laws, systems, and historical dates while most of us were concentrating on a different kind of date like talking in poetic verse at a different kind of table. Four years of our lives were spent here at Howe preparing for the future. Looking back, we realize that the time between the strums of the mandolin was the most valuable thing in the world. QBRAD GILDEAJ 7

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