Sitka High School - Seet Kah Yearbook (Sitka, AK)

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' 76,6 70614 pddl No score and five years ago we, the class of '53, entering the eighth grade, poked our shiny faces into the dark hallway of Sitka High. At first our presence was unnoticed, but about the second week of school everyone took an interest in us. Initiation brought the constant sting of the board of education' and the cry of the superior junior. Our class of thirty-four really gained recognition as champs of the intramurals in the early spring. With initiation behind us and a four-year stretch looking us in the face, twenty of us started our freshman year as old timers who took an active part in the flunk list, honor roll, clubs and sports. President Bill Lawrence, Vice-President Chuck Trierschield, and Secretary-Treasurer Dotty Kay Kuehn took over the class offices. Under these capable officers we gave our first big shindig, an 'I LOVE YOU' party with a beautiful artificial apple tree in bloom on the stage and pop corn balls with petals inserted to represent sunflowers. Our mighty team overran the upper classmen and we became once again the champs of the intramurals. With a B, some C's, and a squeeze, we finally made it into the Sopho- more Home Room with twenty students. The girls showed who was who and elected Dotty Keuhn, president: Shirley Hansen, vice-presidentg Margie Klingbeil, secretaryg and Ethel Radach, treasurer. Around the middle of the year we had our famous HOBO HOP' with everything from real hay to square dancing. Spring found us the three-year champs of the intramurals. Revenge was in the eye of every junior as initiation day dawned and we tormented and swatted the initiates throughout the day. Ayt Kangaroo Court with Dotty Kuehn as judge, we used an electric chair, worrns and other subtle weapons of torture. A formal initiation party was given that night in honor of all newcomers to SHS. Our long awaited 'Under the Sea prom and banquet was April 19. After much hurrying and scurrying we finally put the finishing touches on our background of nets, fish, fishing gear and sea weed and rushed to dress. Ye Olde Salt, Larry Calvin, toastmaster, kept the banquet running smoothly. After the delicious dinner we all man- aged to arrive at the gym without drowning fdid you ever see it faillj We tired and tuckered juniors breathed sighs of relief After the Ball. The intramurals we won't mention-we lost. Officers for that year were Larry Calvin, president: Lauretta Walton, secretary? Ethel Radach, treasurer. Oh Happy Day! We finally made it! We're SENIORS! On the second of September, seventeen of us entered that dear old Home Room, looking forward to a fast moving winter. Right off the bat we elected Margie Kling- beil, president: Lillian Boen, secretary, and 'Butch' Burke, treasurer. After catching our breaths we started on Her Moving Picture Hero, our senior play starring Lauretta Walton. The big night arrived and with it a beautiful bouquet from Mr.Haniger, our director. Proceeds were more than any other class here had taken in on a play. Now knowing the mistakes made on our prom, we gave a very beautiful Winter Wonderland' senior ball with snowy trees and an icy pond. Compiling the Seet-Kah under Editor Ethel Radach again pur our noses to the grindstone. March 15 came and the copy was thankfully turned in to the Sitka Printing Co. We must admit that the juniors gave us a wonderful banquet and prom in April. May rolled around slowly but surely and Mr. Cole and we seniors played hookey to go on our sneak. We let the cares of the world go by and let our consciences be our guide the whole day. The days flew by and before we knew it we were hearing the baccalaureate service and walking down the aisle to re- reive our diplomas. Class Colors: Red and White Class Flower: Red Carnation Motto: Be ye not overcome with evil, but overcome evil with good.

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left Zu' 7745 .feat We, the Senior Class, upon this day of our departure and after having our heads thoroughly examined, do hereby declare this to be our last Will and Testament. To the Juniors we leave the only thing that can be depended upon-Mr. Cole. To the Sophomores we leave the source of all our knowledge-mar- ginal notes in our books. To the Freshmen we leave our superfluous cranial capacity. . I, Lloyd Sutton, in my sane QU mind leave to Avis Pederson my bowling average in high hope she will get better scores and more trophies than I did. I, Lauretta Walton, do bequeath to Mary Nelson all the boys in Sitka who own cars. I also leave her my liabilities-I'm taking my assets with me. I, Larry T. Calvin, leave to Mr. Jonathan Abell my beloved position as sports editor of the Pushka in hope he can write up the games on time. I, Lillian Boen, leave to Nancy Yaw a share of my future millions and my ability to make people contribute to the Seet-Kah. I, Dave Rhoades, being as sound as a plugged nickel, will to Bunny Don- nelly, with the utmost care, a tack-in hope he will get the point. I, Margie Klingbeil, will to Sylvia Williams my position as feature editor ofthe Seet-Kah and my good fortune in getting out of school at ll a.m. every day. I, Norman Nelson, leave to John Toro my ability to stay awake in class. I also leave him all the girls in school in hope he can catch one for himself. I, Donna Kuehn, leave to Marta Williams my habit of being late or absent from school. I, Ferdinand Henri JeanB1anc, hereby will and bequeath my job as R'ah Rah boy and all the stale gum under my desk to my honorable junior com- rade, Morris L. Lemen. I, Rosie Kinberg, being sound fperiodj, do hereby leave upon passing, my photogenic face and figure to Gretta Hodges. To Liz Marks, I leave my suit-making ability. To Tommy, I leave my seat in Spanish in hope that he will get better than a D . I, Butch Burke, half sane and half Republican, leave to Pete Lowe my stubbornness in keeping the girls from making a fool of me. I, Dotty Kuehn, leave to Darien Phillips my place in the physics class because I know she'd enjoy it since l'm the only girl taking the subject. I, Archie Nielsen, will to Greg Ripley my good grades in English fRem- ember your Latinlj and to William fThirty-Secondj Joseph my ability to drag myself over the basketball floor. I, Shirley Richter, will my good looks, split personality, and wonderful grades to Bonnie Cameron. I, Virgil Liberty, will my scientific knowledge to Willis Osbakken on the condition that he try hard to suppress his desire to blow up the school when he takes chemistry. I, Ethel Radach, alias Little Radish, leave to Mary Lou Sunde my old binoculars Qto keep track of the ships entering and leaving the harborl. To Nancy Yaw I leave all my Sundays so she can go skiing more than I did. I, Bob Cameron, leave to Jim McBrayer my excellence as a typist, and to Sydney Hert I leave my ability to spell words wrong. We have left our all behind us but have gained much in doing so. Now, finally, after trying for many years, we are alumni. CLASS OF '53.