Frankton High School - Eaglite Yearbook (Frankton, IN)

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 BILL NEESE Talon Club 1; “My Home Town Girl” 3; “Mammys’ Lil Wild Rose” 4; Minstrel 2; Operetta 4; Golden Eagle Staff 4; Eaglite Staff 4; Band 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 4. JEANNE NICHOLSON Yell Leader 1, 2; Glee Club 1, 2, 4: Minstrel. 2; “My Home Town Girl” 3; Operetta 1, 4; Golden Eagle Staff 4; Eag- lite Staff 4; Secretary 1, 2; Treasurer 4. PAUL SHALLENBERGER Usher 3, 4. GEORGIA BELL SHELL Glee Club 1, 2, 4; Minstrel 2; Dramatics Club 4; Librarian 4; 4-H Club 1, 2; Mock U. N. Assembly 2, 4. HERBERT SMITH “A Scream in the Dark” 4. CAROLYN WELBORN “Mammy’s Lil’ Wild Rose” 4; Golden Eagle Staff 4; Eaglite Staff 4; Dramatics Club 4; Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Minstrel 2. MEREDITH TWIFORD Sponsor 23

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JACK HOBBS Football 1; Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Track 2, 3; Glee Club 4; Talon Club 2, 3, 4; 4-H Club 1, 2, 3, 4. EUGENE HUFFER Track 3, 4; Talon Club; “My Home Town Girl ; “Mammys Lil Wild Rose” RALPH HOLDER Basketball 1, 2; Talon Club 1, 2; Secre- tary 3; Eaglite Staff 4; “My Home Town Girl” 3; “Mammys’ Lil Wild Rose” 4: Golden Eagle Staff 4; Dramatic Club 4. BEVERLY LOSER Chorus 2, 4: Golden Eagle 4; Eaglite 4; Operetta 4; “Mammys’ Lil Wild Rose” 4; “Beggar on Horseback” 3; Dramatics Club 3, 4; G. A. A. 3. FORREST MITCHELL Talon Club 3, 4; Track 2, 3, 4; Cross Country 2. BARBARA MOORE Glee Club 1, 2, 4; Librarian 1, 2, 3, 4: “My Home Town Girl” 3; Operetta 1, 4; “Mammys’ Lil Wild Rose” 4; Minstrel 2; Dramatics Club 4; Eaglite Staff 4; Golden Eagle Staff 4; 4-H 1, 2; Junior Leader 2; Mock U. N. Assembly 2, 4. BOB MORGAN Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Track 1, 2, 3: Vice President 4; Talon Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Eaglite Staff 4. 22 PAUL NEWTON Usher 3, 4.

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 Class Prophecy” As I pass down the solemn lines of graves, I weep for the souls of the dead. Here they lie in this little churchyard, the deceased Class of 50. At the head of the silent line, towers an impos- ing monument to the class president, George Free, who rests beneath this weight. “Clad in my War-like gear Fell I upon a spear. Oh, Death was grateful.” He committed suicide upon the death of his mother-in-law. I turned to the next grave, that of Beverly Loser, a celebrated Follies star. Beneath the sod there lies a fern, She may have been good, but God knows when.” Here is a stone to Mary Lou Frank and Car- olyn Hcbbs, who were all alone, all they did was stay at home, they never set foot off the place, since they moved the naval base. Through a mist of tears, I peer upon the grave of Carolyn Welborn, beloved wife of Bill Neese. This loving remembrance has been scratched by her husband. “Since your death, my light has gone out. (But I’ve struck another match.) and who next? Dallas Etchison, who drowned while irrigat- ing, wasn’t found till he was deteriorating; well, he was planted in his sleep, not on top but six- foot deep. And now, Adaline Hickman and Barbara Moore, finished their coUege at Asbury, became missionaries and traveled to China to correct peoples sins. A large tomb is next, holding the remains of Georgia Shell. “Here lies a poor brow-beaten wife, who made an awful mess of life. She wed a mechanic, ’twas Paul Newton, Alas! Alas!, Paulie went a scootin’.” Now a marker to Jeanne Nicholson. The words upon the stone are— “A wife so good, no money could buy, now she’s at rest and so am I” I totter to the next—Jack Hobbs “A worn out Ford all twisted and bent, A cross marked the spot of his big accident. Wires that were shortened, a leak in the gas, And good old St. Peter enlarges his class.” Here lies another old classmate — Benita Pailey, and, oh remember, when she got mad and how she did spark! But Benita’s life was sad and gloom, she worked as a milkmaid at the Med-O- Lloom. Now! came on to Forrest Mitchell. “He got an infection which started gangrene: Then death closed his eyes, that’s why he’s never more seen. Phyllis Harbit, a gallant house-wife, had much more than she could do, she kicked the bucket at forty-two. Kath’een Downey met her fate When she went out with Jack Graham on a date. Her father met her at the gate, for Jack had kept her out too late. Her marker reads: “Rest in Pieces” Bill Height who died of malnutrition on ship- board, and was buried at sea, floated back in memories, back to me, carrying his name with eternal fame. Handsome Carroll Benson, a salesman be- came, never capturing wealth and fame, and after traveling far and wide, he died, with faithful Charlotte by his side. Bob Morgan, with his curly hair, his deep brown eyes, his romantic air, became an actor on the screen, he died while doing his first love scene. I strolled to the next, ’twas Joe Gahimer, and it read: “Joe Gahimer, a good lad, Kind of easy to make mad, But old death took its toll, Joe can’t get out of this hole.” Remember the fellow who was so little and short, Herb Smith, I mean, who was such a good sport? He became a politician, and went to Court. (He died, defending the Class of ’50.) My eyes fill with tears as I gaze upon the battered grave of Dallas Hays, the inscription read: “Love Came Too Late” The adjoining grave was that of cheerful Bob Daugherty, scratched upon the surface of the tomb was, “Please do not disturb” Bob Giselbach, a lawyer was he, always lis- tening to his defendants plea. He faltered step by siep, and now is in a hole, six foot in depth. At the end of the line of graves, 1 saw a great Mausoleum erected in the memory of four great American Seamen, Paul Shallenberger, Ralph Holder, Bob Benefiel and Buddy Purnell. Engraved in memory of each boy was: “Twas better that their fragile forms should sink beneath the wave, their great voices shook the mighty deep, and there should be their grave? They bound them in a bag, (These Senior Pals of Thine) And with a careless ‘Ho my lads’!” they sank into the salty brine.” 24