CLASS SONG: "NEW FRONTIER" Some to the rivers, some to the sea Some to the soil that our fathers made free Then on to the stars and the heavens for to see. This is the new frontier, this is the new frontier. Let the word go forth from this day on A new generation has been born. Born to the task to keep us free Born out of the right of the home country. This is the new frontier, this is the new frontier. Let us begin for it shall take long, Let every man sing a freedom song. Not for ourselves that we take this stand Now it's the world and the freedom of man. This is the new frontier, this is the new frontier. The day will come, it's got to be The day that we may never see When man for man and town for town Must bring the peace that shall resound. This is the new frontier, this is the new frontier.
CLASS FLOWER: PINK ROSE CLASS MOTTO: "LET US BEGIN FOR IT SHALL TAKE LONG" CLASS COLORS: PINK AND BURGUNDY FAVORITE FAD: TOOLING ZIP'S FAVORITE HANGOUT: ZIP'S FAVORITE SONG: "WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE" FAVORITE EXPRESSION: "THAT'S PRETTY FUNNY" FAVORITE PASTIME: SUBMARINE RACES FAVORITE PARKING PLACE: INSPIRATION POINT
THIS WE WILL REMEMBER . . .
"The image of a wide river and a spreading city . . .
concluding a year . . . and a book.
The last page of high school for the Class of '66 . . .
Yet graduating will begin a new book . . .
of fresh inspiration . . .
Written with new ideas . . .
translated into the action of living . . .
As when the sudden snowstorm smothers the
red desert earth . . . though the snow quickly melts,
the desert is nourished . . .
and blossoms purple sage . . .
Education is the renaissance of Man . . . and of a man."
~1966 Columbian~
The following was written by classmates Les Brown and Lynn Berry Pierle. It was read at our 30th reunion in 1996. Crazy - After All These Years Our summer days in Richland were always hot So swimming we went off someone's dock. Our summer nights were oh so boring-- So then we'd go ZIP'S exploring. Baseball was good but basketball was king! Now football with Rish was another thing. We lived in a place that didn't exist Our houses came from a government list No Tudors, Colonial, or Cape Cods-- We lived in A's or F's or H's--how odd! The wind and the dust were common to us The wind belts did little to slow down the stuff. Starry nights and quiet streets Where with childhood friends we lived in peace. The only crimes that marred our hoods-- Toilet paper streaming from someone's roof. But the world around us was not sleeping The TV news showed people weeping In a land too far away for us to care Our only thought: What shall I wear? We lived in peace all through Selma Someone else buttin' heads in Alabama. But our black friends had to move away To fight for civil rights and equal pay "No protests allowed!" the government said, So they found the "dream" in Chicago instead. Then Mark Black signed on to fight in 'Nam. He stepped on a mine and never came home. There were others there who fought the fight We're proud to honor them here tonight. Because of them we can live in peace On our starry nights and quiet streets. So as we meet on this reunion day And celebrate our lives in the usual way, We are thankful you are here To share some laughter and perhaps a tear And to know we're still crazy-- After all these years.
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