Van Horn High School - Falcon Yearbook (Independence, MO)

Page 8 text:

School Below: Students Catohingfypo Qqnofesi 5 el ' Above' VssW'W'9fe9h?W199f??44flf9l?55iI:i will UO!! lf fail' oo 1 fi'lQi '?'?7'T!'S .uf 1 - fm. . Ngghj J aa K y W - . ,.-.w,,Ql . Above: Beecky Brown and Mrs. Piper Above: Ray Weaver : I wonder if it tastes as good as it smells?

Page 7 text:

Van Horn Night Life le Above: Cruisin' A t Above: E.L. Schappler and Eric Westpfahl and no Ronald. Friday: i lt's 2:19 p.m. and the bell to leave is about to sound off your signal to go have fun . As you wait for the agonizing 10 seconds to go by you think of all your homework for the weekend. Then you suddenly hear your ticket to escape. Friday Night: 8:00 p.m. comes around and crowds of students gather around to stand in line to see the Van Horn ootball game. After the victory-most students find a local McDonalds or Burger King to celebrate. Sometimes they're out until early morning hours discussing the game or how their day went. lt really doesn't matter what they talk about, I Saturday Night: - V ' ' You're cruisin down Noland road,it's a normal Saturday night., Your eyes are cauglit on a sign that says Down Under 8 p.m,-3 a.m. . ou decide to in- vestigatewthe premises' It's a club. A place to dance. You look to 'your left and yousee two guys you met at McDonalds ,on No and , road, you suddenly realize that -they also .go to Van Horn. Over .to your right is a Egirl who works at the-Blue RidgeNMall, she's in your nglish class. ,You start walkingitoward a table itosit and sorneonesbeats, you there4,You look up and it just happens to bethe guy who sits next to you in Chemistry.' fy n I ' Leffgufe afferzfgo. H Above: Jason Hendricks : lost in the heat of the moment.

Page 9 text:

Above A good crowd always gets the team going Rrght Arefreshrng thought I JUL 'usp' Il II IIIIQIVUITI Il Q Left oema sfaggs plays UOCYUI Below Kenny Hall future sculptor 245 My Freshman Year Wlth a gran plastered to my face and wrth hands stuffed nn my leans pockets to keep a trghl grrp on my lunch money I strode up to Van Horn s front doors My mother had sand I drdnt have a thang to worry about and that anybody who paid much attention to a freshman luke me was just as nervous as I was The thing I remember most about that flrst day was my ordeal with the pop machrne It was after lunch and the flrst half of the day had been uneventful dlspersmg my fears and mflatln my confidence Anywa Iwalked up to the oke machune fumbled or a couple of quarters and dropped them In Humming I pushed the Minute Maid button Somethrng buzzed and out popped a Duet Coke Well I wasn t watchrng my walstlme so I snatched up the can and handed It to this gurl thatl thought should be I tned again but hat Dret Coke this trme another dull rumble from the machine and out came a Duet Coke These vending machlnes are not always as they seem