Elkhart High School - Pennant Yearbook (Elkhart, IN)

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Driver Traini E.H.S. ng both hands on the wheel as cadets, we practiced teaching 13

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We went to the usual classes ... we expanded into the Methodist Churel but there were a few new ones . we studied gadgets in driver training Ie

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14 between classes, boy meets girl Most of our days were filled — going to classes, doing the same little things every day, and seeing the familiar faces - - - never dull. From the minute we Life at EHS is come to school by bus, bike, car, foot or thumb, things start buzzing. First we meet the gang around that certain locker and catch up on all the latest guz. Or we meet that certain person, whom we haven't seen since eleven o'clock last night. Or we rush into the powder room to take out the bobby pins and apply lipstick. All is noise, confusion, excitement. All day this feeling of excitement continues. We all have that feeling of being in the midst of a place where things are happening. Maybe it’s college applications, maybe it’s a pep session, or a play or concert. Maybe it’s a chem test coming up or a homeroom program. Maybe it’s an assembly or it’s Black Tuesday—(grade card day). We pass a friendly teacher, like Mr. Winne. We see Woody swinging past with his swift and energetic stride. We bump into a couple of strolling lovers; we dash into the office to ask a favor of Betty or Mary Lou; we run shivering to the Methodist Church classrooms; we gather with the regular gang for lunch. Bells sound, machines hum, typewriters click, voices rise and fall, a good smell is wafted out of the kitchens; a bad one, from the chem lab. There are a dozen things to do, and a million people to see about this or that. It’s life at EHS, and we love it.