Fairfield High School - Comet Yearbook (Columbiana, OH)

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..--lmg4euf4zlJ7wn4A4y18eAedM-q.l..-l SENIOR CLASS POEM O T'was in the fall of 33 Little children you could see, Gushin g from busses on the lawn, Knowing not what was going on. Oh, t'was in a lovely, sunny fall, That these little ones entered into these halls, And my, oh my, how the time did pass, For these are now our Senior Class. Sometimes it seemed school would never end, Bat now we find life, just 'round the bend, We have to admit school wasn't so bad, But we have to go and we're a little sad. Sad because we can't see faces, ln their old familiar places, Seems like a play, the school has a soul, And each of us, shares the title role. Now near the end, the time is win gin g, And oh, so solemnly our hearts cease singing, We find we can't hold back days that pass, So we're saying good-bye, good luck. THE SENIOR CLASS Page 15

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1 1 -me ,ixqwfzda of 1945 SENIOR CLASS JOHN H. THCMAS Nefver a dull moment. Transferred from Lisbon 2, Hi-Y 3, 4, Secretary of Hi-Y 4, Vice President of Class 4, Junior Play, Senior Play, Basketball Manager 4 l W. RALPH RU FERT, Jr. Flick A good follow in ll quiet fway. Hi-Y 3, 4, Boys' Chorus l. Johnny wii.MA MARY ziEGLEk ziggy Good natured, jolly, dependable. Girls' Chorus l, 2, 3, 4, Choral Club l, 2, 3, 4, Class Social Chairman, 2 Secretary-Treasurer 4, Girl Reserves President 4, Junior Play, Senior Play, Cheerleader l, 2, 3, 4, Librarian l, Black and White Staff 4, Min- strel Show 3, Operetta 4, Band l, 2, Girls' Octette 3, Mt Union Music Festival 3, 4, Dramatics Club l. Page 14

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I we ,lr ' 41945 CLASS HISTORY It was a dreary night and as I sat in front of the crackling fire, listening to the lazy patter of rain and looking at a book, yes, an annual of F. H. S., I quietly drifted into the deep dark world of unconsciousness. But what is that I hear? Could it be cries of little children? Why yes, I remember. Time has receded twelve years. It is September, 1932, and the little freightened children, full of wonder and curiosity of the great new world of education, are filing into the first grade where Miss Albright greets them with a loving smile and tender heart. With the aid of Miss Albrightls patient teaching, their brilliant minds soon learn to read and write. This year passes quickly and next fall finds the more fortunate ones in second grade where Miss Richardson carefully guides them in their second year of this great new realm. On to third grade. Why, that is Miss Moore standing at the front of the room, and what is that she is saying? Two times two is four, two times three is six, eight divided by four is two. Oh, I know! She is teaching them, with great difficulty, the multiplication tables. They are now brilliant enough to journey on to fourth grade. First Miss Ashman greets them at the door, but she is only there for five weeks and Miss Richardson takes over for 5 week, only now she is Mrs. Strausbaugh. The rest of the year they are left in the capable care of Miss Funk. Three teachers are now standing before me. The first is a handsome young man, Mr. Reimund, their fifth grade teacher and next is Miss Schwab, their sixth grade teacher. The third seems to be mumbling something. Listen-it is coming more distinctly now. You are now in junior high, you are now in junior high. I recognize her now. It is Miss Faulks, their seventh grade teacher. The last half of their junior high career they are shepherded by Mr. Faloon. A bigger and brighter sphere is opening up to them now. Oh, it is a glorious day when they can proudly announce they are freshmen. Now I see a parade of Mr. Hagedorn's hoodlums marching around the gym all dolled up in burlap sacks, The class of ,44 wanted to make sure they are properly initiated into high school and they don't remain green freshies very long. It is now election day and the victorious candidates are: President, John Grim, Vice President, Carl Blosser, Secretary-Treasurer, La Verne Matthews, Social Chairman, Dottie Crook, and Student Council members, Elaine Carlisle and Curtis Cope. It is now a year later and again I see before me an initiation party, but this time, ready for revenge, the unfortunate students of the year before are the executives and the class of '46 is receiving. This year they chose for their officers: Carl Blosser as President, Curt Cope, Vice President, Elaine for Secretary and Treasurer, Wilma Ziegler, Social Chairman, Grace Coppock, Room Chairman, and Paul Hamilton and La Verne Matthews, Student Council members. Mr. Nesbitt was chosen class sponsor. Next fall I see the class very busy selling pop corn, hot dogs, pop and so forth. This is a big year for them and Mr. Frank, as home room teacher, and Miss D , as class sponsor, willingly assist them in making preparations for the Junior-Senior banquet and prom to be given in the spring. This year, also, the first display of their dramatic ability is shown when they produce the three act comedy, Don't Keep Him Waiting. The officers elected for this term are: President, Elaine Carlisle, Vice President, John Grim, Secretary-Treasurer, Dottie Crook, Social Chairman, La.Verne Matthews, and Student Council members, Lee Farmer and Janet Chamberlin. Time passes on all too quickly. Already it is the fall of 1944, and twenty-one surviving students enter room twelve as dignified seniors, eager to gain the last bit of knowledge before leaving the dear alma mater. This year their cabinet consists of President, Curt Cope, Vice President, John Thomas, Secretary-Treasurer, Wilma Ziegler, Social Chairmen, Elaine Cat- lisle and Don Fitzsimmons, Room Chairman, Paul Hamilton, Student Council members, Pauline Martin and Carl Blosser, and Mr. Stevens as Class Sponsor. This year, too, is a busy one and the class chooses for it's play the three act farce, The Whole Town's Laughing. Now I see all Z1 of them humbly bowing as they prepare to make their exit from Fairfield High School. O-hum! I must have been dreaming. The fire has burned clown low and casts a dim shadow on the wall. I listen, but the rain has ceased. It must be late. I glance down at my book and there I see the picture of the Class of 1945. By Wilma Ziegler Page 16