Harbor High School - Mariner Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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Senior Class Histor Can you forget the effrontery of the seniors to gloat, There will be a dance Saturday night. All the iunior high is invited to attend the Harbor Show! .... ? Or the appear- ance of the new ultra-modern gym suit .... ? ' We became upperclassmen suddenly, after having passed the crucial tests of Mrs. Eddy's method and unforgetable history from Mr. Edmunds .... By now our class had changed a little ..... some had left the fold, others had come ..... but in a way we. always were about the same .... We were Harbor's class of '51, and no other. Remember further back to grade school? .... those of us who transferred from other towns are harder to trace, but here in Ashtabula which of us can forget the operettas . . . . . In third grade, amid a stage-frightened crew of petunias, cauliflowers, bumble- bees and other fowl, were a petrified Jack Frost fFritz Cornwell, and an equally un- steady Spring fCarole Johnsonl ..... More mature, as sixth graders, we launched Tom Sawyer , with barefooted Ken Brace f Tom J and Dave Lehtoma f Huck l on the shaky soprano ..... Brandishing a threatening stick, Suann Smith f Aunt Polly J scowled up at the miscreant, a good five inches taller . . . l And Esther Koi with pantalettes was i Becky J. There were goldfish, white mice and Miss Tilton in Kindergarten, and best of all, NAPS! See, now --- that wasn't so long ago! And what is more, the best isn't over yet, the best is always now. Carole Johnson 28

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Senior Class Histor SHHHHH .... WE'RE REMEMBERING ..... l Maybe commencement seems like the end of a long, hard road, but was it really so long ago when we trouped in from the Washington and Jackson Buildings . . . ? Two allotments of curious kids feigning nonchalance, with not so much as a smile for the other group f Our building is better! was the chip on our shouldersl. . . Yeah, we were tuffies then - but why not? Here was a whole high school of upper classmen, to get anywhere we had to be tough . . . we were the babies . We did our share of elbowing in the halls and walking ftoo fastll up the wrong stairs . . . For the first time many of us heard Mrs. Burns nearly distracted by our lacking knowl- edge of the King's English, and Mrs. Casbourne telling of the eternal wonders of her farm and family . . . How tall the seniors seem - particularly to some of us like Robert Sneary, Carole Norris, Delores Beckman, Bob Eddy and Joan Cable . . . We latched firmly to Miss Wisman as our adviser, and deskfull of books in arm, faithfully acted as though each bell was a fire alarm. Those were the days when Shirley Brown's hair hung in two long red plaits, when dates were scorned, when great numbers of us were forced into duty on the chiseler's squad land quite fittingly, too, since our gum chewing days had begun in earnestll Mr Fawcett and Mr. Wenner inspired fear in our young hearts at every office-callp it would take a little time to realize their great wealth of kindness, never to be equalled . . There's one a'them new kids .... we were old hands now as freshmen and took an avid interest in the Mother of Sorrows students just come over . . . Regardless, we were herded to the other side of the gym For basketball games, how many times were your toes mashed by massive monsters out-of-bounds? 27

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