Abilene High School - Orange and Brown Yearbook (Abilene, KS)

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' WEAVER, ARLENE Commercial I may be sober but you might be sur- prised, others have been. Munvliester 1, 25 Commercial Club 3 .liz-Sr. lien-eption Cnmmittee. YVICAVER, MARCELLA C0mmel'c:ial Oh if my hair wouldrft Come in so clark on top. Manchester 1, 23 Commercial Club 3 .li-,-Sr. Reception Committee. XYIGIZD, HAROLD Industrial Arts Isu't that right? Huh? Huh? Sc-ienve Club 23 Football Squad 33 Jr.- Sr. Reception Committee. WF1lSl'IAAl1, FRANCIS Industrial Arts My amhiiion is to be a puglistf' Math. Club 25 Science Club 33 Jr.-Sr. Ili-r-I-ptioii Committee. IYICLLICII, ALICE Professional - 'l'lm art class is my only delight. Class Play 33 Glee Club 1, 15, 33 Oper- ottu 2, :lg Basketball 1, 2, 3, -lg Math. Club 2, 353 .Xrt Cluli -lg Chorus 1, 2, 3. YVHITEHAIR, MILDRED N012 Trailfg I know what I am doing and d0n't think I d0n't. Christmas Chapelq Quill Club 2, 35 Nor- mal Training Club 3, 4. VVHITE, NFILLIE P1'0fesSi0na.l WVICK, ARCHIE - Industrial Arts Did you ever hear of 'Silent T0m?' That's me. Chapman 1, Zfl.

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- IIIIlllmnllllllllllllllllll DnQflT9.f E lll urcrtityou urcvwx V Seniovf History HEN THE doors of A. H. S. were flung open on an early day of September, IQ24, the gay autumn breezes dropped a mass of tiny threads upon the lawn and whisked them away into many rooms where they were sorted, criticised and finally ejected again into the glad sunshine. Not overly attractive, only a brilliant unsatisfactory green, these tiny threads of life, about 135, had made their debut in a rambling, joyful group. During that first year the poor little threads were tossed and torn as the weavers, our stern faculty, attempted to distinguish the green from the greenest. A bit of red showed when the girls' basketball team won their first championship. Traces of black marked the trail of jolly hikes. Wlien the threads came to school in '25, lol they were hard-headed Sophomores. The horrible green had faded to a soft brown that was to form the border for the multi-hued pattern. Some dropped, unheeded by the Weavers. And the first year's experiences had changed not a few colors and had strengthened the good materials. The plans of the career of the class of '28 were taking form and growing into a rioting pattern of living threads. More red showed when the girls won their second chainpionship. while several of the boys displayed valor on the gridiron. As the lndian woman beats down her half completed blanket and fits it more Surely into a durable compact thing as it grows upon her loom, so the juniors of '26 and ,27 were become a smaller group, more powerful in the exercise of their privileges. Colors were intensified. A purple line zigzagged down the center as junior debaters and dramatists came into the limelight. The Only Keyv took its place in the picture, while memories of stately colonial gardens lingered in the story of the y27 Junior-Senior, All too swiftly the days sped by until the Weavers suddenly discovered their task was done and they must tie up the ends and release the blanket from the loom. From a motley mass of unidentified, cringing threads the class of '28 had developed into a beautifully finished product, representative of A. H. S. as i't is. The red of sports was intermingled with talent, pur- ple, and pleasure, black. A trace of true blue told of men on the court and in the field. Stars flashed here and there as the tale of drama was climaxed with So This ls London. One great circlet of gold at the top marked the inauguration of the Honorary Society. And from star to star, from color to color, there extended a delicate gold thread, the bond of friendships. It is a blanket so individual, so self patterned that it can never be du- plicated. Neither can i't be changed. , 'llIIllllllIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllll fp , llIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllll IJA