Harbor High School - Mariner Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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As May drew near, those with the most responsibility started panicking, wonderingr whether things would go as planned. But once more, our Class united and worked together; and us the week of Construction progressed, tlmse of us who could spare a minute to look saw arbors taking shape, gardens springing up, wallpaper taking the place of brick, a white mansion rising--the whole being transformed into u Southern garden The final result surpassed even our expectations. The night of our prom will be one of the most beautiful memories we shall keep of our high school life. Our senior year finally arrived. lVo more looking up to seniors in awe, wondering what it was like to he at the top. We were there! Now our minds turned toward the future, toward graduation and what we would do after. Our time became filled with college enw trance examinations, guidance meetings, ordering announcements and caps and gowns, filling out college applications. Of course, there was the present to think of, too; our class's puttingr out the yearbook, Class plays, assemblies. Seniors walked around school, groggy from lack of sleep, trying to keep things straight, Act IV and V of MACBETH for tomorrow . . . Year- book deadline the twenty-ninth . . . W:JQ . . . je me love, tu te leve . . . We're voting on announcements tomorrow . . sin OHBl : sinAcosB + cosAsinB . . . I lost my lunch ticket . At last graduation neared. Looking back, we remembered paraphrasing ROMEO AND JULIET, the record xVA. bf. 1,. mm . . Wm Run, Baby, Run, hearing, Buty- ric acid! Stay away from me, repeating s-i-l-heO-u-e-t-t-e. We remember the hard work, the fun, the many friends we made, the pride we showed in our school. We also realized the dedication our teachers and administrators had ex- hibited, as they spent much of their lives preparing us, seniors and un- derclassmen, for ours. We thank them for that. As we leave Harbor, we would like to leave a message for the students who follow us. We hope that you will show by your actions and spirit, as we have done, that Happiness is Harbor High School! The Senior Class advisers are Mr. David O'Dell and Mrs. Karen Robinson.

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The Senior Class Officers pictured at the left are Rosemari Hummer, treasurer; Cindy Nappi, secretary; Martha Shaul. vice-prcsident; and David Cunningham. president. THE CLASS OF 1968 The class of 1968 is the last Class that attended Harbor High in the seventh grade, since the next year the seventh and eighth grades were sent to junior high schools. After tasting high school life, we found it hard to adjust to eighth grade away from Harbor in the new junior high set-up. Anxiously we awaited our return as freshman. Back at Harbor in the ninth grade we organized ourselves into a class by electing officers, the first of many such elections in which our Class was to be involved. To raise money we held bake sales and a car wash. As sophomores we were for the first time upperclassmen. This new confidence showed itself especially in the interclass basketball tournaments. We walked away with most of the honors, including girls' champion team and most enthusiastic class . By holding more bake sales, the traditional bottle drive, and the car wash before the prom, we added to our treasury. Through all these ac- tivities ran the daily schedule of our classes. In our junior year we added to our list of achievements. We put on our class play Time Out for Ginger; we held a very suc- cessful candy drive; we again took many of the honors at the basket- ball tournaments; and we donated the largest sum of any class to the United Appeal Drive. Our enthusiasm and spirit infected the whole school. Although we were kept busy with school work and activities, we never forgot the prom we were going to put on in the spring. The Prom Committee started making plans the summer before and con- tinued meeting almost every Sunday throughout the year.

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LINDA MARIE AHO Quit persecuting me! JOANN ELAINE ALPINE MARK ANDREWS KATHY LYNN BABBS ROBERT JOHN BARLOW