Ysleta High School - Otyokwa Yearbook (El Paso, TX)

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Many years ago the light of Indian campfires illuminated bronze faces grouped together, A sole purpose involving the interest of the whole Tribe, whether of |oy or grief, bound these individuals together in a close bond. Such a tribal meeting was called OTYOKWA ' With 1 977 marking its 40th publication, the Ysleta High School yearbook the OTYOKWA, has remained a ma|or part of every school year, capturing its students, its major activities, and its changes through the years. The OTYOKWA has remained a top competitor of its division in the Texas High School Press Association, The Columbia Scholastic Press Association, and The National Yearbook Newspaper Association. Almost becoming a lasting tradition, the OTYOKWA reaches a top peak, annually, through its publication which receives high recognition nationally and statewide. OTYOKWA ' 76 was recognized and awarded a coveted position in state competition this year; OTYOKWA ' 76 received State Champs by the Texas High School Press Association. Holly Strain and Susan Porras co-edited the OTYOKWA for the year 1975-1 976. Developed from a soft-cover book first published in 1 937, the yearbook has reached an estimated $18,000 publishing cost and a distribution number of approximately 1 600 a year. The OTYOKWA has been advised under eight sponsors in the past forty years, with Mrs. Pearl Crouch, the present advisor, giving 1 7 years service out of the forty. Miss Elizabeth Cameron and Miss Evelyn Waldrum undertook the challenge of OTYOKWA ' s first publication with Miss Mary Van Ness, Mr. Clyde Wafer, Miss Sandra Strain, Mr. Mike Thomas, Miss Shirley Hatfield, and OTYOKWA ' s present sponsor, Mrs. Pearl Crouch following. JYOKWA 76 365 OTYOKWA

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Susan Dee The air is cold, the headaches come and go. The faces of the staff are inconsistent in expressions. My thoughts run back to the beginning of the year when time meant nothing, when I really didn ' t know what to expect. I scan the room now and some are typing, some writing, some fast asleep, lost in the imagery of completion. Deadline has itself become lost. Deadline is no longer the final alloted time but it has become the word to explain why we are in this room more than we are anywhere else. I do not mean to paint such a dreary picture of our work because it deserves much more than criticism. For those of us who really cared, worked, and thrived on this yearbook, there is so much, much more. There was the comical yelling and screaming between Susan and Adolfo. There were the food breaks which filled our stomachs with indigestion and spur of the moment jokes. There was the craziness which made us keep going when continuing was unrealistic. Most important were the smiles and the laughter which seemed to be the only thing that kept us warm. My hands are cold and the pain in my head is throbbing. I know that nobody will really know how much we sacrificed in grades, social activities, and good health, but it doesn ' t matter who you are or what you ' ve done because the only jh thing that counts is what you are. Danny Duran Glenn Harris Bobby Lara Mrs. Pearl Crouch