Howard High School - Scraps Yearbook (Howard, KS)

Page 58 text:

:Q ,mgggpk :- ww f, 9 , N 'Q' , y iw

Page 57 text:

.,0yg.,, 1 . 5 . W . J . A F' 1 I 1 4 A +,x1 44- h . , . Vv M- 5 R Qu' .:'?x 'Tug X X ' . 1 v R '-9 L g,, N 11:50 Q5-514 nb QI' 1-. gf! JM- V' B

Page 59 text:

M66 45 e. One bright morning in 1968, Mr, Edward Hasenyager, 'Superintendent of Public In- struction, rose from his bed in a fit of ter- ror. Today, of all days, he had consented to visit Howard High School, the only school in the state so noted for its second genera- tion students. Several hours passed and Mr. Hasenyager found himself entering the immortal doors of this institution. Already nervous, he completely unnerved when a student pitched forward at the top of the stairs, slid down, and finally picked himself up at the county superintendents feet. When Mr. Hasenyager had regained his composure, he stammered, What could be your name, might I ask ? My name is Robert Stumble Gibbon, Jr. You see, my dad fell down frequently in the classrooms, and I am very much like him. Please excuse me now, for I am late to my English class again. What next? mumbled the befuddled man as he ascended the stairs and entered the office. At the desk, a shy, dark-haired student asked in a slight lisping voice, What could I do for you this morning? May I ask your name, please? My name is June Louise Gorman. And where did you get a name such as that ? I was named for my father's two high school loves. That is very interesting, but I can't stay here chattering all day. Now where would I find the science room 'Z I should like to visit the physics class- It is downstairs, as always. Thank you, Mr. Hasenyager murmured and slipped downstairs and into a room of confusion Chaving been that since Miss Mc- Collough resigned to follow another occupa- tionj. This being Thursday, each student was supposed to be working an experiment, but many were tearing the equipment apart. One little fellow with light curly hair at- tracted the supexintendenfs attention more than anyone else, he was throwing small bits of gum into the fish bowl. Sonny, he asked, why are you doing that? Well, my daddy told me that he did the same thing thirty years ago, piped Paul An- derson Wisner II. Now leaving this room, he made his Way down the hall and into a room of complete silence. The one in charge was none other than Billy Pfrehm, Vocational Agriculture instructor. In the third room he entered, he found two old maids Louise Degarimore and Janice Johnson, visiting the history class, taught by Palph Davis. As he started back toward the office, he was stopped by two bays, surrounded by a group of girls, who asked, Have you seen Coach Squier? No, 1 haven't, he realied, but aren't you Tim Rader's and Sam Westfall's boys? 'Yes, answered the squat one. Say, werent our dads great ladies' men just like us ? Maybe not quite so great, but almost. Just at this time Superintendent Jackson Emery Spunaugle rushed to Mr. Hasenyager saying, Won't you please come upstairs with mc as it is time for assembly '! Yes, I believe that I shall. Those who took part in the very interest- ing chapel program were: June Ann West- fall, Jean Loyd, Elvin Jones Perkins, Gracie Marie Miller, Richard Squier Kcifer, the twins-Ruth and Robert Perkins, and Donna Eileen Williams. As Mr. Hasenyager left, he resolved never to run for public office again. Bob Gibbon. 59