Norman High School - Trail Yearbook (Norman, OK)

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Dear Butch, I’m sure you've seen the janitors and janitresses bra vely piloting their brooms down the crowded halls of dear old NHS. They’re really a swell gang—Mr. L. L. Mize, Mr. C. H. Stubbs, Mr. B. B. Cowan, Mrs. B. B. Cowan, and Mrs. Ray Evans. And you’ve no idea of the amount of work they do—sweeping, moping, firing boilers, pruning trees, cutting grass, and keeping the shop machinery in order. They are also called upon to do all sorts of odd jobs which no one else can do. In their spare time, ( which I might add isn’t frequent), they may be found in the boiler room—often eating popcorn. Our frequently overlooked school employes are the bus drivers; and, since they are responsible for transporting nearly 125 pupils to school, their job is extremely important. Through all kinds of weather Mr. J. W. Wright, Mr. A. E. Essary, and Mr. S. D. Liner bring their crowded human cargo in the little orange school busses to N. H. S. I’m enclosing some snap shots for you. Butch. Try as I might, I couldn’t get “Scotty” (that’s Mr. Liner) to have his picture taken. The rest of the bus drivers and the custodians weren’t so t i mid, though. They posed almost will- ingly. That’s all for now. Butch. Be seeing you, PAT LUSTER Wr ’w +1 4 Head Custodian—Mr. L. L. Mize Mr. A. E. Essary

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Diana Rikktrt, Reporter UJene tJ Dear Butch: It doesn't seem possible that we have at- tained this grand and glorious height—that of being a senior. How wonderful to look back and remember all the super times we’ve had this gear—the superb Senior Day, the Junior-Senior party, those thril- ling football games (especially our victory over the Classen champs on Homecoming), the crowning of the football queen in regal splendor at the Homecoming assembly, the drizzly weather which ruined the beautiful floats in the parade, the excitment of pick- ing out graduation announcements and cards, and the thrill of getting our senior rings. And I mustn’t forget that darling senior girls’ assembly, those exciting queen elections, T. Jack’s “bee joke,” and—oh gosh! I could go on forever. But when you stop to think about it, we had grand times as youngsters, too. Just think of the time we entertained the seniors at the Junior-Senior Circus, (and Janie Bell’s antics while under hypnotics), the “hubba-hubba” chorus and the humorous pantomimes of Cpl. David Rubin at the Tiger Review, the State Basketball Cham- pionship. the laughs we got from the baby pictures of the teachers that were published in last year’s Trail. (Remember Miss Burke’s long curls?) And then “way-back- when” when we joined the Band, Ginger- snaps, and attended our first recognition assembly. All those things were so thril- ling, but, Butch, I must quit reminiscing and bring you up to date. For our class officers we elected a swell bunch — Bob “I’m-a-man” Ewbank was elected president; Joe “Oh-that-smile” Wal- lace, vice-president; blond Barbara “Baba” Bizzell, secretary-treasurer; and personal- ity-plus Diana Rikkers, reporter. We also ch'tse nine positively wonderf ul sponsors to help us along this year—Miss Lydia Haag, chairman, Mrs. H. V. McDermott, Mrs. W. L. Childs, Mrs. C. P. Landt, Mrs. John Cu.p, Mr. E. F. Foreman, Mr. Gordon P. Shelton, Mr. “Doc” LaFevers, and Mr. Arlo “Skivey” Davis. [18]