1963 Boomerang

Ig jS jlf^ flf l«L; was our senior year. We helped level the ground around the school building the
ootball field, and the baseball diamond, and helped plant the grass to give B.E. a more landscaped
look. We realized that this w ould be our last year at Box Elder and we wanted it to be worthwhile
Some of us had fun by giving our teachers a bad time, but most of us decided to buckle down and
study to prepare ourselves for college and for our future lives in an adult world.
We were filled w ith mingled emotions as we walked across the stage in our caps and gowns to
receive our diplomas. There was satisfaction in the completion of our high school work, and sadness
in the knowledge that one phase of our life was giving way to another. High school friends and teachers
w ould soon become a memory, but it would be a proud and happy memory. We had every reason
to be proud and happy, for we had helped to mingle the new with the old: we were the graduating
class of 1963! Like the M ariner II on its way to Venus, w e blazed new trails for others to follow , but
like the sun and all that's true, we were able to remain loyal to BEHS and all it stands for in any building
or circumstances.