Akron High School - Golden Haze Yearbook (Akron, IN)

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4'T'T'l'Fi.' . 'f 7' ff H 1 . Q -- HMUMENTS T0 llEMEMllEll The story of the graduating class of 1957 is really some- thing. .As years have gone by, people have watched us do everything from performing in those famous operettas to having a mock election in our senior year. Now these same spectators are watching us as we venture out into this big world. Twenty-two of us have been togetfher for the full twelve years. These are as follows: Bill Ward, Iohn Ramsey, Oliver Powell, Paul Murphy, Helen Wood, Marcia Meredith, Barbara Shriver, Carol Skillen, Helen Huppert, lill Ault, Donna Clark, Genavee Cox, Charles Saner, Don Fellers, Bob Hattery, Ronnie Kuhn, Iohn Gilbert, Larry Krieg, Rex Eiler, Horace Barnes, Ron Iones, and Leroy Kirk. To go back to the very beginning, wihich started in 1945, there were 48 little angels under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Sisulak -and Miss Heltzel. lt was all very new and 'te qui lfiascgnoting to us but we soon settled down and tried very ar o remember those ABC s. Aflef Sl'-ldtfiflg our ABC's quite hard, in 1946, we found ourselves confronted with another new adventure, the second grade. Under the leadership of Miss Swick and Mrs. Bevington, we continued learning our three r's. Say, do you remember the days when we went over to Mary Beik's and bought candy with our precious pennies? All ready we were in our third year wit-h Miss Showalter and Miss Swick at the head of our classes. Do you all re member those terrible multiplication tables that were drilled into us for so long? At last we were upstairs and what a thrill! The fourth grade teachers were Miss Swick and Mr. Brewer with 45 future seniors in the classes. Say, one question to you sen- iors, did you ever have the urge to slide down that big long banister? I did! The fifth year of our schooling was really a big one! After Christmas vacation, we moved over into the brand new grade school. Miss Rose, Mrs. Becktelheimer, and Mrk Brewer helped us to become accustomed to our new build- ing. Mrs. Brewer prepared us for moving over into the high -school in our sixth year. Another big event in our lives that year, 1950, was the annual operetta, In The Land Of Dreams Come True. Steve Krieg, Ron Kuhn, Helen Huppert, and Marcia Meredith were four of the main characters, with the rest of the class backing them up. Remember the magic- berries ? Seventh grade and were we lost! All those rooms and stairs. man, we were in a dither! Our sponsor for that year was Mr. McCarter. There were 40 of us roaming around the high school building tryng our best to get to classes on time. Our eight years of school weren't much more than a pre- paratory course for the four years of high school. Our big moment in that year was our eighth grade graduation. Miss Mavis and Mr. McCarter gave us our diplomas. At last the big and wonderful high school and there we were as greenies! Our sponsors were Miss Mavis and Mr. McCarter who helped us through our first year of high school. Our class officers for our Freshman year were the following: President, Larry Krieg, Vice-President, Bob Hat- tery: Secretary-Treasurer, Ron lones. Koleen Yimeigh, Bill Iones, Steve Krieg, Charles Martin, Rose Flohr, and Pat Kelly lefft us in this year. Thirty-seven of us stumbled through our first year Latin and Algebra. S.S.S. and Hi-Y came to us in ou' Sophomore year includ- ing those horrible initicrtions. Our :lass officers for that year were the following: President, Larry Krieg: Vice-President, Ron Jones: Secret-ary-Treasurer, Carol Skillen.'Kay Landis, Betty Parker, and Gene Harper left us in this year. We had our first of many money-making projects, an all-school skat- ing party. It was a huge success despite the many falls and spills that occurred. At last to our own amazement we were juniors and having Miss Mavis and Mr. Parker as sponsors. Early in the year we elected class officers which were the following: Presi- dent, Bob Hatteryg Vice-President, Mike Colbertg Secretary, Ron Kuihng Treasurer, Bill Ward. Class rings to choose, magazines to sell, and selling att the canteen during the ballgames took up a lot of our time. To entertain the community, we chose three one act plays: Be- ware the Bear , T-he Storm , and The Trystring Place , with Mr. Parker to dire-ct them. Putting aside the first night jitters, we all had a good time doing the plays and also at the party afterwards. Remember the bets that were on dur- ing the plays! Another big event was the Iunior-Senior Re- ception at the Key Hotel art which we all seemed to have a good time. Sue Tilden left us in that year and two new mem- bers, Mike Colbert and Dick Shamp, joined our class. Our eagerness to become seniors soon came to an end as we entered this, the twelfth year of schoo1..lt isn'ft as much fun to be a senior as our underclassmen might think it is. For, now, you hold memories of bygone years and think of all the things you'll have to face in the years to come. Oh, yes, don't think it isn'ft fun to be a senior, but being one is far better than having been one. The becoming of seniors came under the guidance of Miss Mavis and Mr. Heltzel as sponsors with Mr. Deaton as Prin- cipal. As we glanced over our list of seniors, we found that there had been a slight change in the number, from thirty- four in our lunior year to twenty-eight in our Senior year. About our first class meeting we elected our officers for our final year. They are as follows: President, Ron Kuhn: Vice-President, Iohn Gilbertg Treasurer, Bill Wardg and Secretary, Carol Skillen. Marilyn Fenstermaker, Bonnie Wentzel, Charlene Iunhin, and Dick S-hamp left us in our Senior year and Ernie Smoker returned. It wasn't too long after school had started until play prac- tice began with Mr. Heltzel directing the plays. Again we gave three one-act plays and again there were the first night jitters. The names of the plays were Station YYYY7, The Ieweled Hand', and Goodnight Please. Our play practices at times were a little hectic, but we managed-to put on the plays with proceeds running into a very nice figure. Out of our class, we have had the honor to have spon- sored several Basketball Kings and Queens. They have been Horace Barnes, Larry Krieg, Iohn Gilbert, Barbara Shriver, and Erma I-lartzler. 4 Trimming the Christmas tree and assembly, producing an annual, lunior-Senior Reception, and the annual Senior Trip were also very big operations in our last year. On May 17, 1957, there were 23 diplomas handed out to us and we knew that this was it! We were now on our ow-n to make the best of our lives in what ever career we had chosen. X The class colors - Royal Bluie and White Flower - Carnation Motto - What we are is a gift from God. - What we are to be is a gift to God. This concludes the history of the Class of 1957. We, the Seniors, hope that you will gain as much pleasure out of reading this as we have in making it. 1 H I 1 ' 1 1 '

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IT ISN'T HElL I couldnit 'help reflecting, as I laid aside the morning issue of 'the World Times. that only seven years ago Paul Murphy had grad-u-ated with the class of '57, now here he was, tthe edlltor of this world-wide syndicated newspaper. I wonder how his classmates have fared. So saying, I picked up my hat, went out, and was about to hail a cab when a Ford Fllatihead V8 hot rod, comiplete with dual manifold, headers, and special ignition pulled up beside me and the driver asked if he could take me someplace. Charles .Saner! I exclaimed. Yeah, I guess I can',t leave cars alone, he grinned. As I settled myself in tlhe front seat I asked 'him if he knew any- thing about this classmlates, Not m-udh. I do know Donna Clark and Karel I-lollinfgswonth fhave the K Gr D Dress Shop dhain specializing in petit sizes. Norma Sicks married and is still living in Akron. As we came to the mddle of -the block, a shapely, honey- haired dtamsel wearing dark glasses 'turned the corner ahead of uis. I had gotten a glimpse of her and ordered Charles to speed up and catch lier before she disappeared. This woman was Lili Oarla Sohillen, the renown actress tirom Vienna, she had 'told reportersl who disliked fans and uwahntted to be lef' alon'. I had seen her pictures in the paper this morning, the face was familiar and I was positive I knew 'her from somewthere, but I couldn'rt recall when or wlhere. Her hurrying footsteps were no match for the car, though, and we were beside her in a matter of seconds. Opening the car door, I asked her if perhaps she would care to ride instead of -tiring 'herself walking. Aw, turn blue! she replied and duacked inlto an alley and was soon out of sight. 'Dhen it came to me! Lili Carla was none otfher than hily Cfarol Sklillen back at AHS. From Vienna yet, I dhuckled. .Back in the car, I turned on the radio and was nearly deafened by an advertisement for Smoker Smoked Sausages. Ernie was doing very well with his business, thanks to Bar- bara Shriver Iohnson, a westdcoast housewife who had sold him her sausage recipe lor a large sutm of money. With that money she hlad backed a struggling clothes designer, now, Iill Aulrt was acclaimed by iashlion experts all over tlhe world. Bat she wasnt exclusively a clothes designer. She ilhxsftrated books and was currently in Madrid with an ex- hibition of her charcoal drawings. lust then I remermlbered a small item in the morning paper saying she would return today, so Charles and I raced to Gill:-ert's airport. Hahn had struck oil wlhile digging around and had donated part of his millions for the avirportl As the passengers left the plane, they regrertfzully said their farewells to the pretty stewardess, Helen H-uppent, and the pilots, Larry Krieg and Ronnie Iones. Finally, Iill ap- peared and after a flurry of greetings, I asked her what she knew about her classmates. Everything, she answered and rattled oft in rapid succession that: Ill Ioycelyn Moore- had gone to Paris to study music but was distracted by a Frenah sculptor. Now she's married and giving sculpturing lesson: t2l Don Fellers was a matador in Spain, t3l Bill Ward was a diplomatic courier and she had met him in Madrid where they had luncvhed together and exchanged information about their classmates. Wvhile on a mission to Britain, Bill had met Rex Eiler who had lived so long in London that he spoke with a clipped British accent - a charming combination with that red hair and regal name. 'Ilhen flying to Africa, Bill had met Leroy Kirk w-ho was on missionary dusty there. I-Ie had directed Bill to Bob I-IatJtery's lodgings. fBob was an explorer and big-game hunter along with 'his friend, 'Iack'.l The two men had lunched together and Bill informed Bob that Becky Oliver, having become disgusted with civilization and its gustration, had gone to Haiti and become a 'calypso-voodo ancer. Having told Oharles and me all she knew, Iill wenut on her way. Before leaving the airport, I picked up a box of Gena- vee's Gooey Goodies to take home. Again I turned on the car radio and was immediately enveloped by the husky, honey-dripping voice of Horace Barnes, radio's Lonesome Guy . I couldn't tolerate him, though. and switched to an- other station just in time to hear Mike Co1bert's jazz band, consisting, among others, of Oliver Powell on sax, anid lofhn Ramsey on trumpet. Charles took me home and as I stepped out, he said, Oh, I forgot to tell you, Helen Wood lhad gone outt West to be- come a cowgirl in Colorado. Thanks, I said and hurried into the ehouse, I would really have to rush if I intended to catch the early movie. Soon, I was dressed and on my way to see Ronnie Kulhn and Marcia Meredith in the most pas- sion' te remake of Camille since Gilbert and Garbo. Signed: Becky Oliver