Lawrenceburg High School - Orange and Black Yearbook (Lawrenceburg, IN)

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FRESHMEN Fall found the class of '44 standing on the threshold of its high-school career. From the heights to the depths these freshmen descended. Although they were tops in the eighth grade, they had to prove their worth by start- ing from the bottom in high school. They treaded lightly at first, but then they became more bold and enter- ed into the many activities of l... C. H. S.. Betty jean Putnam, presidentl Eugene Ortman, vice president: and Mil- dred Riley, secretary-treasurer lead the class through a most successful school year. HALF-YEAR STUDENTS Change of semester came and brought with it an innovation at l... C. H. S.-the advent of a new freshman class. The group of nine boys and nine girls came from Central School and immediately plunged themselves into a full scholastic program of English, Literature, Vocations and General Busi- ness so that they may enter as sophomores in the fall term. During their time at Central, these half-year students were actively engaged in sports. Now that they have entered high school, some of them are broadening their education further by learning to play musical instru- ments in preparation for participation in the band next year.

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FIRST ROW: lleft to rightl Smith, B. Turner, Callan Greene. V. Lowe. Behr. Mc- Leaster, B. Turner, Kittle Kistler. Vaughn, Major, Mc- Cool. SECOND ROW Z E. Snyder. McGranahan. Mul- lins, McConnell, Minnick Rodenberg, Ecklar. Wells Litka. Ferguson, Love, Mitch- ell. THIRD ROW: Collins. Cohen. Peterson. M Miller, Livingston. Hiller Strack, Neal. F. Miller French, Klausing, Childers Ayers, Ester. FOURTH ROW: Farrar, Carlton. Marsh. Ben- ning, Morling. Endress, Lew- is. Rohlfing. Meyer, Steph- ens. Hensley, Schmidt, Black Eisenshank. FIFTH ROW: Johnson, Butts, C. Wells Hunter. Ryan. Arwine, Rim- stidt. Whitaker, Rudolph Smashey, Rhodes, Satchwill Wainscott, Dugan. SIXTH ROW: Snyder. Redding. Worden Nanz. Ortman. Ohler, Huber Burkam, Gibbons, Black- burn, Walser, Klopp. E. Lowe SEVENTH ROW: Hayes, Foley. Jerger. Jack- son. Nead, R. Todd. Holden Duvall, Pribble, Wingate, At kins. Kleinm. L. Todd. ABSITNT: Riley, Willkie. FIRST ROW: Gilmour. Justice, Jeffries, Ryle. Agner. SECOND ROW: Rockwell. Lotton, McAdams. Coleman. Love, Cornelius. THIRD ROW: Cooley. Powell, Abbott, NIC Cool, 'l'ibb1-tts. Craigniile.

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IUNIUR DIARY Dear Diary: September 2. 19411 With the raucous ringing of the 8:15 bell. we Juniors embarked upon the third lap of our journey through high school fthe students secretly call it Alcatrazl. After the reverberations of the undercurrent of discussion, as the returning students relived their summer experiences, had died away. we Juniors settled down to the realization of the seriousness of the task that lay before us-that of giving the seniors a prom which they could always remember with a tinge of nostalgia. Dear Diary: j I September 10 Will the meeting please Colne to order? interrogates Mrs. Seibel, our esteemed sponsor. Finally after much cajoling, with giggles from the girls, and guffaws from the boys, the meeting came to order: and four of our astute Juniors tasted the sweets of success as their classmen honored them with the following offices: president, Carl Evert: vice-president, Louis Bryant: secretary, Dorothy Vest: treasurer, Dale Darling. With the ship of state in the hands of these capable Juniors. we are assured of success. Dear Diary: September 27 Hovhuml Life is a bowl of cherries! Why should we worry about lessons-let the teachers worry-our chief concern is a date for the JUNIOR DANCE. With our best bib-and-tucker, a hair ribbon in our hair, and rhythm in our bones , we trucked on down to get into the groove with Johnny Jam. Soft lights-sweet music-a milk shake at the Greek's-hands under the table-a stroll home. Thanks for the memory! Dear Diary: November 14 Hey, fellas, wait up! Have you heard about the new pin sale we Juniors are launching? Believe me, l'm getting mine early so I can hang it on my best girl before some other galoot beats me to it. The Juniors are going to hit another high peak in their sales: they are selling with a vengeance. Dear Diary: November 28 Say, Freshie is that mine? Oh, pardon me. I had one just like it. In fact, every student in school has one like it. For your enlightenment, dear diary, the it refers to those pencils-orange and black with the Tiger's hardwood schedule-which the super-salesmen, we Juniors, sold. We're hot on your trail, seniors. Our motto is the Best Prom or Bust . Dear Diary: January 1, 1941 Pop-corn! Candy! Chewing gum! Cracker-jack! Say you, young feller, ask your mama if she'll buy you an ice-cream cone. Coke, mister? Hot dogs? How many? And speaking of dogs mine are certainly barking after the beating they took today when we Juniors sold candy and stuff at the New Year's Invitational Tourney. The Juniors really made a haul today. More shekels in the ole sock. On to the Prom! Dear Diary: May 10 Time is the stuff life is made of. Little did we Juniors realize that so many grains of sand had sifted through the hour-glass of life: that the hour had come when Cinderella steps out of the ashes to become a princess for one night. Yes, it is the night of the prom, the hour of enchantment when the boys discard those dirty old cords and sneakers and the girls cast off sweaters, skirts, and saddles . There is the muffled sound of feet shuffling to the cadence of the pulsing, throbbing music, the sophisticated swish of taffeta and tulle, and the fragranec of gardenias permeating the dim shadows of an Hawaiian setting. Even our pedagogues put aside their classroom dignity to join us in the festivities of the gala occasion. Dear Diary: May 11 The prom is now relegated to the mistiness of memory: the gardenia petals are tucked tenderly away between the yellow leaves of a favorite old book to be brought out when memories have dimmed a little: the taffeta and tulle have been folded back into their boxes, and the blue coats and white flannels have had their day , Cinderella has gone back to her ashes. We have said a fitting farewell to the seniorsgg but our hearts sink to our boots when we realize that we are next.