The year was 1965, and the place was Juab High School in Nephi, Utah. The Viet Nam War just got started and people were starting to demonstrate throughout the United States and the world. Little did most folks know that eighty nine teenagers were about to do their own sit down demonstration. School officials were not going to let Number 90 graduate. As most of us had grown up together from Kindergarten on, we were not going to let that happen, so the word was put out that none of us would walk unless they let our friend graduate and walk with us. Most parents and local officials were distraught, as were school big wigs. We knew the student did all the required work, but somebody threw a dirt clod in to try to stop it. We didn't sit around and smoke joints, but we were still going to throw everybody in a tailspin, unless they let him graduate. Our school administrators were good people, and they listened to reason. He did walk with us and his name is right here on this here aged program. Sometimes, we just want our case to be heard fairly and back then, it was. The Class of 65 was family, and we always stuck together.
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