Ardmore High School - Spectrum Yearbook (Ardmore, OK)

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LIENER TEMERLIN OPAL WILLIAMS MARGARET MICHAEL President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer MEET THE SENIURS GLASS HISTURY At the close of this year a book which will be or, at least, should be read and cherished by posterity wil.l have as its last word Graduation written proudly on the closing page. This book is the diary of the greatest UQ class ever to make the halls of A.H.S. ring with cheers of achievement. The history of this group begins way back in 1933, when proud mamas beamingly dragged us to kindergarten teachers, each feeling assured that her young hopeful could master the fine arts of block building better than other tearful sufferers. No one was killed in the sand pile brawls fthanks to bandaidsj and so we marched confidently into the hrst grade. If you think Chaucer is hard, just remember our mighty struggles with that gem of thought twisters, the alphabet. Can't you recall the shaky knees when we first entered that sanctuary of fear, the principal's office, for playing keeps on the school ground, and the time behind the garage when, after being sworn to utmost secrecy, we daringly smoked our first grapevine fweren't we devils?j. Next we proudly carried our straight A grade cards Dj to jr. High where our class first was untied, I mean united. Catching on quickly we beat the upper classmen to the punch and bought the best assembly seats in the house. Presently we stumbled through our initial dance steps to the tune of Blues in the Night and Chattanooga Choo Choo , and it was here that the girls first wore lip- stick-smeared over the bottom half of their faces. As ninth graders we sat proudly on the south side of the auditorium dur- ing assemblies but we were quickly demoted to the balcony again after Junior High graduation, where the girls wobhled across the stage in new high heels. Our mothers, now with more gray hair and less assurance, prompted us to greater heights. As lowly Sophs we took too much glory in the oratorical contest and, in the class fight that followed, we were quickly tied to tombstones by the jealous seniors. In our junior year a separate chapter in our diary is devoted to burr heads, when all the boys willingly UD sacrificed their curly locks. Here we had the honor, or at least claimed it, of starting a fad that swept the school like a tornado fleaving only a few untouched incidentallyj. Our now silver haired mothers sat quietly in the background saying What next? as we became seniors. As always, we walked off with honors and presented the best senior play in school this year. As you have probably guessed, this book is the record of the only perfect senior class in history fdefinition of history: period of time from 1945 to 19461. The class of 1946 unselfishly leaves this book to the classes of the future, so that they may strive for our high point of perfection! -DAN POLAND.

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ANITA BERRY fSqueetaj Really? To try to swim H X J 1, 1 LLOYI?BB3DDICK ANITA BLALOCK U Sk t How in the world are ya? 'nfhirfk fiyln-,'g? To play in the water To 30 with mgn NORMA BODINE COE Q5keetsj How about that? To talk about Red X ff ,, ',,. . if f' of R Q rs Y BILL BOONE fRoundhousej oh Casey! Hunt fgame or otherwise, g, X R MILLIE BRADY fwoodyi How-dy! To dance and skate W. M. BRUMLEY PHIL BUCK Honey, I'm a'hurtin' QBillj Shoot pool Oh corn! Hunting fall kinds,