George Rogers Clark High School - Powder Horn Yearbook (Whiting, IN)

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Of The Year decide to be more constructive in the future. None of us are com¬ pletely contented with the suc¬ cesses we have attained, for we continue to look ahead optimisti¬ cally while looking back objec¬ tively. We have realized past mis¬ takes and successes are the best criteria for future experiences. We have put our memories to practical use; this is learning. The well-trained Pom Pon flag corps stands at solemn attention with heads and flags held high.

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C arkites Remember Outstanding Moments Time is of the essence. As the sands of time slip gradually away, our year, 1966, draws to a close. During twelve school years, a per¬ sonality has developed; an indi¬ vidual has formed; all bear the inevitable marks of time. We re¬ call these years with mingled emotions; some of us feel a satis¬ fied thrill when we review the memories of these well-spent years; others, with a new resolve. Bob Kelderman, a loyal booster contemplates the game after the stands are empty.

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An atmosphere of concentration prevails during a typical auditorium study hall. Announcing the half-time show during football season is a trying experience for Miss Jeani Knapp. Our Profile Encompasses Every Hour 1966 — a year all of us will remember. Seniors will recall it as the year of graduation; as the year when new experiences and a new way of life began. Fresh¬ men will remember 1966 as their first venture into an adult world, a world of many problems, but a world of boundless fun. Sopho¬ mores and Juniors will realize that this year was a year of in¬ sight, a year that brought the realization of responsibility and an understanding of one’s inner self. 6 1966 was a typical year with 365 days, but each day of this singular year acts as a bit of color to add to the multifarious mosaic of our memories. We’ll remem¬ ber homeroom with its unceas¬ ing chatter of daily affairs, we’ll remember the bustling halls and our annoyance at being continual¬ ly jostled, we’ll remember the Up and Down stairs, the lectures of our teachers, and the hands of the clock that seemed to move only an infinitesimal distance. We’ll remember the smiles of that certain someone and the cheery ‘hellos’ of our friends. We’ll recall with pride the efforts of our teams and our booster sections at games. We’ll remember the fun we had at dances and how we all loved assemblies. The final ring of the ninth hour bell and the bus we just missed will stay in our minds forever. We’ll remember the lonely halls after everyone else has gone home. We’ll never forget 1966, our year.