Frankton High School - Eaglite Yearbook (Frankton, IN)

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The 1950 Class History The class of one thousand nine hundred and fifty began their first school days with an enrol- ment of twenty-six pupils under the direction of Mrs. Kimmerling. We entered the second grade with Mrs. Hartley as our teacher. For our third grade teacher we had Mrs. Hughes. Our fourth and fifth year classes were divided with Mrs. Hughes and Mrs. Morris. For our sixth year in F. H. S. we had Mrs. Wright for our teacher. In the fall of ’44 we moved upstairs with the high school and did we feel big. We w ere told that Mr. Twiford was to be our sponsor for the next six years. Our Freshman year started very smoothly, then with a hang. “Flunky Week” was upon us. It was a week of shining shoes and saying the pledge to our masters, the class of ’47. We sur- vived, however, and then came time to elect our class officers for the year of ’46-’47. Our presi- dent was Caroll Benson, Vice-president, Dal’as Etchison, secretary, Jeanne Nicholson, and treas urer, Mary Lou Frank. We sold pies and also tickets to the spook house at the Hallowe’en Festival. The new students for that year were Bonnie Baker, Nora Ballenger, George Free, Joe Gahim- er, Bob Giselback, Nancy Harris, Rosetta Beeman, Parbara Brown, Helen Jager, Phvllis Jones, JacK Likens, Forrest Mitchell, Nancy Montcast’e. Mor- ris Pierce, Christina Smith, Peggy Smith, Ro- berta Thomas, Bill Clerk and Eugene Castor, bringing our class to a number of forty-one. As we graduated from the so-called ‘green year’, we entered F. H. S. as Sophomores. We entered with the enrollment that was seven less than our Freshman year. It soon came time for us to elect our class officers for the year of 47-48. We elected president, Dallas Etchison, vice-presi- dent, Joe Gahimer, treasurer, Benita Bailey, sec- retary, Jeanne Nicholson. During the second month of school we welcomed Carolyn Hobbs and Jack Hobbs from Elwood High School to our c’ass. A man from the Balfour Company came to show us samples of class rings so we could order ours. We rsceived our ring3 around Thanksgiving and everywhere you looked you saw those ’50 class rings flashing. We were very proud to be wearing them because they wore the only thing that identified us. During the year we were granted the priv- ilege of selling popcorn at school activities. We also sold booster buttons which were to identify you as a booster of the Frankton Eagles. At the Hallowe’en Festival we made a profit of $100. We sold popcorn, pie and chances on a qui't. As Juniors, we were now upper classrfien. Again our members decreased. We had an enroll- ment of twenty-eight. We re-elected as presi- dent, Dallas Etchison, vice president, Joe Ga- himer, treasurer, Dallas Hayes, and secretary, Ralph Holder. On September 24, we ordered our class sweaters. Just before basketball season be- gan, we received our sweaters, which were grey with red letters. At the beginning of the second semester we welcomed two members to our class, Paul ShaPenberger and Eugene Huffer from El- wood High School. This year our theme was “Pause and Refresh; Have a Coca Cola.” We were in charge of all pop sales during the year of ’48-49’. A Coca-Cola machine was purchased and placed in the lower hall. We also sponsored a donkey basketball game. Near the end of the semester, we presented our Junior Class Play, “My Home Town Girl”, with Phyllis Harbit and Eugene Huffer having the leading roles. The play was directed by Mrs. Sharp. When we left the doors of F. H. S. at the close of Junior year our class treasury contained $1074.89. One week before school opened, the class of 1950 was notified of the death of Jack Likens. The tragic death of Jack occurred when the trac- tor which he was driving overturned, pinning Jack beneath, where he was seriously burned. He died at Mercy Hospital in Elwood, where he was rushed after the accident. The class of 1950 will never forget the many happy days that were spent with Jack inside and outside of F. H. S. On Monday, September 2, 1949, the class of 1950 assembled together with one new member, Herbert Smith and one of our former members, Pob Giselback from Elwood High School, to start our last year in Frankton High School. It came time to elect our class officers, they were as fol- lows: president, George Free, vice president, Bob Morgan, secretary, Phyllis Harbit, treasurer, Jeanne Nicholson, business manager, Dallas Etchison. A class meeting was held and we elect- ed the 1£50 Eaglite staff. The class was divided into groups to go to different towns to sell ads for the annua1. What a time we had! The fourth week of school was spent as “Flunky Week”. The Seniors and Freshmen en- joyed this week very much. After a week of humorous actions, initiation day was the follow- ing Friday. We spent the last period of the day initiating the Freshmen and having the tug of war. The class of ’50 being the smallest class in school never won a tug of war. Dut to the trouble that arose this year, the eldest tradition, “Initia- tion” will be discontinued. The Balfour Company sent a man to show samples of and take orders for our name cards on September 29. On September 30, tryouts for the Senior Class Play were held in the gym. The cUiss was dismissed on October 11 for one-half of the day to go to Anderson to the Elite Studio to have our Senior pictures taken. We received our proofs October 18, almost every- one was well pleased with theirs. We presented the Senior Class Play, “Mam- my’s Lil’ Wild Rose”, on October 21, under the direction of Mr. Nash. Phyllis Harbit and Carol Benson played the leading roles. We made a profit of $154.13. After waiting patiently for a few weeks, we received our pictures on November 19th. We were dismissed on November 23 for our Thanksgiving vacation and returned November 28. Christmas soon came along. Everyone was looking forward to this vacation. School was dis- missed December 23 and we returned January 2, facing our semester exams. We came out on top and were ready to start our last semester of school in good old F. H. S. After steady work on our annual we finished it and sent it off to press. The work we had done on the annual, even though it kept us busy, was a pleasure to us. It did not seem long to us until Senior week was here. Our Baccalaureate service was held on May 21 in the High School Gym. Rewerend Jos- eph Hannawalt delivered the address. We then realized our last school days were near to the end. Our Commencement services were held on the evening of May 23 in the gym. There we received our diplomas and were offi- cially graduated. Our next nine days were spent viewing the sights on our eastern trip. 25

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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

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Class Will Of 1950 We, the Class of ’50 of Frankton High School, in the County of Madison, State of Indiana, be- ing of sound mind, make, establish, publish, and ordain this to be our last will and testament: I, Herb Smith, will my height to tiny Danny Gilliam. I, Benita Bailey, will my slim curves to Joyce Norris. I, Adaline Hickman, will my brave bold ways with mice to Pat Burke. I, Carolyn Hobbs, will my place in driver training with four men to Ruth DeWitt. I, Jeanne Nicholson, will my seat in the as- sembly to anyone who can find it. I, Jack Hobbs, will my ability to stay out of the clutch of girls to Joe McPhearson. I, Paul Newton, will my cute lil' blush to Charles Smock. I, Dallas Hays, will my ability to be quiet to John Smock. I, Bill Hight, will my powers as a fighter to Virgil Wright. I, Bob Benefiel, will my drawl to Kay Friend. I, Forrest Mitchell, will my ability to come to school two days a week to Mrs. Saathoff. I, Ralph Holder, will my upper plate to Patty Dwiggins. I, George Free, will my bucket of bolts to Angie, heaven help her, Welbom. I, Carroll Benson, will my parking place to Noland Kirk. I, Bob Geiselbach, will my ability to get no demerits to my brother, Jack. I, I, Bill Neese, will my dimples and curly hair to Mr. Lee. I, Dallas Etchison, will my headaches as business manager to next year's business man- ager. I, Carolyn Welbom, will my tiny feet to Mr. Davis. I, Georgia Shell, will my sweet, quiet, and unspoiled ways; to Kay Dalzell. I, Mary Lou Frank, will my driving ability to Richard Davis. I, Kathleen Downey, will my beautiful figure to Margaret Beamer. I, Beverly Loser, will my ability to get along with boys to Miss Miles. I, Phyllis Harbit, will my strong lungs to Mr. Davis. I, Barbara Moore, will my second period library to my secret flame. I, Bob Daugherty, will my manly physique to Mr. Davis. I, Joe Gahimer, will my gift of gab to Ron- nie Hawkins. I, Buddy Huffer, will my ability to run the mile in track to Virgil Canfield. I, Paul Shallenberger, will my ability to go steady to Raymond Redmond. I, Bob Morgan, will my personal diary to the Junior Boys. I, Mr. Twiford, will my sponsorship and the headaches that go with it, to Mr. Lee. WITNESSES: ADAM SALE ACKEN BACK SIGNED: THE SENIOR CLASS 26