Harmony High School - Ferguson Yearbook (St Cloud, FL)

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ticing the tango, he 'bumped into a stand and broke mother's best lamp. After the mess was cleaned up, I decided to write a letter to that l2'fT'lC'b1'i1lI1GCl author who wrote the cockeyed article and tell him a thing or two about dancing curing clumsi- ness! I I Beverly Coro '55 Gifs' Basketball Team of H. H. S. Pat is the captain of our squad, We all think she- should have a re- ward For giving up praise when the score was near. We hope she'll he captain again next year. Next comes Nonie, who is quite small, l-Sut she gets those rebounds like nothing at all. lip goes the ball and, usually, in. S-he still has a 'feeling that H. H. S. will win. .A rleen is the highest scorer this year. We as a team want to give her a cheer. She dribbles, pivots and shoots with a hook, And she is tops in the SCO1'Gl',S book. Florence is the tallest of all. She has the height for basketball. She gets those rebounds mighty quick. With the help of the others she's very slick. Dawna is our blond bomber, left guard and number 8. We all should hate to lose her for all the fun she makes. She is popular for her fouls, but we really don't mind. The next line we tried, but couldn't make it rhyme. Meredith is a cute little lass. She comes on the Hom' quick as a flash. She's pretty good out on the court, And all in all she's a very good sport. Last comes Jackie, but not the least On our High School Basketball Team. We all think s'he's a very good kid, But Archie thinks she's a dream. We thank the eighth graders For competing on our team: When they play basketball They are really on the beam. Our greatest thanks goes to our coach, Who is new to us this year. For coaching the Girls' Basketball Team He has certainly been a dear. Arleen Ames and Dawna Olson '56 God's Love I went to tell you of a Love Much greater, richer, than we know. It is unbounded, far above Any we 'have on earth to show. This Love can reach a Soul's despair, Can lift it on to newer heights, 'Til it, in joy, gains clearer air, Gois, trusting, thru the darkest nights. This Love can take a man's lost life And guide it to a brighter plane, Free it from all care and strife And, finally, bring it Home again. This Love, infinite, can restore The one whose weary feet have trod The path of life, and, suif'ring sore, Is ready to yield all to God. For this is God's own Love, my friend, The God who sent His Son to die, To grant you life without an end, Eternal Life, with Him on High! Christ lived to die upon a Cross,

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forever bragging about the Chevro- let car and the more advanced de- signs it has than the Ford tand I clon't 'believe the highest priced car has them yetlj They tell what bet- ter programs they are able to get on the Chevrolet radio, but I think the programs are the same on any radio. No matter what they say, they seem to like to ride in a Ford. Delmont Howell '53 The Fleejum The Fleejum is a thing which is and isn't. During the time it Was, some people suspected it of not be- ing. This is what started all the trou- ble that wasn't. For how could there be trouble with a non-existent causeg however, why was there trouble if there wasn't a cause? There must have been a cause for we certainly had trouble. People would not make trouble over a thing they didn't think was, unless this non-existent thing had obtained something from them under false pretence. If it had obtained something from them, then it must beg for what would a non- existent thing want with something? We took this all in consideration and finally tracked the trouble to its non-existent route. By this time we discovered that the Fleejum does not exist, so the trouble died down. Patricia Gourley '54 Waltzing vs. Clumsin-ess As I picked up the pieces of a broken vase, which had just been knocked over by Elwin, I noticed the heading Dancing Overcomes Cllum- siness , on the page of an open mag- azine. Putting the dustpan and brush down on the living room floor, I start- ed to read the article. It said the best way to cure a boy of clumsiness is to teach the boy to dance. Ha, here was the solution to moth- er's broken vases! All I had to do was to teach Elwin to dance and he'd be as graceful as a doe. Elwin is the clumsiest person this side of the moon. He trips over everythQng from a common pin to a piano. The thing for him was dancing lessons. The next night the lessons began. What a mistake! I'm still limping. We started with the waltz. I had him counting 1, 2, 3 to the Blue Danube. So far, so good. As soon as he caught the rhythm, we started the step. Talk about Wooden legs! ! Elwin must have steel! He dances like a tin soldier. And what is worse he bobs back and forth like a cork in a gale at sea. Oh, well, everyone has his own style of danc'ng, but El- win's happens to be the bobbing cork-tin soldier style. Jrst as I t-hought we were mak'n'r progress, Elwin started adding a frncy new step of his own. In spite of my 1. 2, 3's he managed to stick a four in between the 3 antl 1. lt took me a half hour to correct this. I'm warning you, 'before you undertake such a proposition as teaching a boy to dance, buy yourself a pair of men's foundry shoes. Elwin insisted on dancing on my toes. Perhaps the floor was too hard for him. After playing the Blue Danube :Haut Uskatey-dighti' times, I got just a wee bit sick of it, but not El- winl He was content to waltz all night. Finally I gave up. But Elwin continued-alone, merrily tripping over my favorite hit records. He knows how to dance all right. He does better than his teacher does now, but-and what a but! He's be- coming so interested in learning to dance new steps that he practices them at my house continually, while knocking over everything in sight. Dancing certainly has helped his clumsiness! From bad to worse. The last straw came recently. While prac-

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Taking your Sin, all, with Him there If you reject Him, what a loss! You get, instead, Hell for your share. If you accept His death for you, Believe He'll save you from all Sin Ask Him to give you life anew. Then to your heart He'll enter in. This Love has raised a Soul's despair Guided a life to brighter planes, Restored a spirit worn with care, And over all now gently reigns. Iris Downs '53 Senior Members We know that Lue is getting fat And wants to go to collegeg Maybe her head is getting swelled From holding all that knowledge. Each morning Dana milks the cows Till all the pails are full. It will make him a good living, if He doesn't lose his pull. Gerry is a glamour boy And he can croon like Bing. We hope that some 'bright day He will learn to sing. Iris is a sweater girl. She's going to P. B. I. When Salvation came her way She didn't pass it by. Victor has got curly hair. He doesn't need a Toni. He says his curls are natural But we 'think they are phony. Dellie is the shy one Or he was until this yea1'. We're wondering what Freshman girl Brought hi-m so much fear. The other member of the class Is, of course, the best. I think I'm pretty wonderful But some think I'm a pestg Rodney Curtis '52 Basketball In Jackman There goes Gordon down the Hoorg Will he make the score two more? He shot and hit the pipes o'erhead. Jackman out , the referee said. Now it is Jackman ahead 'by three. The referee calls, Foul on 23! Earl stands -there with a forlorn look, When Vic gets the ball and in with a hook. They pass the ball to Cecil, He stands there with a grin. He drilbbles to Jackman's basket And there he puts it in. The boys try to stop him As he driblbles down the floor. But Cecil does not hear them Above the hilarious roar. Gerry is a great surprise To himself tonight. With his hook shot working fine He will do all right. Dellie gets his shots away, Even past a guard. So we'll win the ball game By playing pretty hard. Patricia Gourley '54 Crash Dive , The little plane stood on the snow, All painted orange and black. No one knew when it left the field, It never would come back. The pilot took controls in hand, The helper spun -the prop. The little motor roared to life, Exhaust 'burst from the top.