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"A place for everything and everything in its place", "What do you mean this is the collapsable ladder
repeats Bill Pultie as he tries to find a spot to used for stunts?"
stick the angel hair.
"The crepe paper is just a tiny bit too low,” decide the
self-elected "Board of Directors", as they take a well -
deserved break.
"And when I saw that little old lady selling flowers
from that cart I just don't know what came over
me!" sighs Cheryl Wolden as she paints over her
newly attained flower cart.
The big job of decorating the gym for the Junior-Senior
Prom was ahead for the Junior Class. After all ideas
had been drained from everyone's overworked brains,
the actual manual labor began. A slumber party in
the gym for the girls and several individual get-
togethers provided the space and people to make enough
roses for the several trellises and hedges. The various
small committees laid out the main plans for the gym
and accessories and soon everyone was working
together to put the plans into, existance. After the
tired, yet proud, Juniors finished painting, pasting, and
pounding, the gym was ready for inspection by the
curious Seniors and other spectators.
"Brucio, Brucio, where for art thou?" cries Christiette
from her freshly erected balcony.
