Clay High School - Crystal Yearbook (Oregon, OH)

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SENIOR CLASS Pre.ride1z1f.' Oral Corson Vice-premz'e1zt.' Walter johnson Secremzgu Lillian Diefenthaler T1'mfzz1'ei'.' Jewel Bricker Motto: Labor Caizqzzerf All Colors: Blue and Gold Flower: Yellow Tm Rare HISTORY We came, we saw, we passed Qby the grace of God and the facultyl. We arrived-what was left of usgafter riding miles in busses minus floating power, badly bruised by the knee action of our too vicarious companions, vet eager to start our work in the Clay Hi Knowledge Factory. I, who have always violently opposed mass production, was thrust into a room with over a hundred other Freshies and told to get to work. Our implements were textbooks, notebooks, paper, pens, and pencils. With these, the foremen Qteachersj declared we might carve our names in the Hall of Fame. I remember wondering if the Hall of Fame were made of wood and think- ing what a magnificent pile of sawdust there would be should all of us succeed with our carving. We must have shown good judgment in selecting our president, Oral Corson. We elected him to that same ofhce the succeeding three years andfwell-we've decided if he ever chooses to run for president of the United States he'll have the loyal support of all us seniors regardless of what party he is a candidate. The next year was a little better than the lirstfthe same old grindethe same old grindstone, but we needed sharpening. Our first few days were spent enjoying the escapades of the freshmenftheir missing classes or coming excitedly into ours, only to slink awayeunseen, they hoped. However, something more important than freshmen entered our lives at that time. We were working industriously in an attempt to get grades which would entitle us to a place in the honor society. Eight from our number succeeded but that comes in next year's story. As we realized that we were being looked up to, we began to grow more dignified and sophisticated. With our increasing self-respect, the upper classmen became more respectful to us.