Amity High School - Echoes Yearbook (Amity, OH)

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Class History On September 8, 1939, our class attended our first day of school. Of course there was the usual crying, shouting and kicking, which is always cus- - tomary for that day. Miss DeLong was our first teacher throughout the first and second grades. It was under her direction that we learned our numbers and abc's. At least we were supposed to. In our third year Mrs. Hawkins was our instructor. She was the one who taught us how to multiply and divide. I still well remember how difficult it was for us to master those multiplication tables and long division. It was always customary for her to read us a fairy tale every evening, but she had a tendency to doze off to sleep. At times, we students considered this quite monotonous in- stead of exciting. In our fourth year, Mrs. Kulhman was our teacher. She also drilled and drilled us in multiplication and division. I guess we hadn't quite mastered either in the preceding year. It was under her that we studied a great deal about art. What we drew then we considered masterpieces, but now as we look at them we realize that they are only useful for a good laugh. In our fifth and sixth year, Mr. Strouse ruled as an absolute dictator over us and we soon learned that what he said, he meant. He had a well-organi- zed plan in keeping tab on us. There were two stairways to our room, and it was quite difficult for us to watch both at the same time. Never shall we forget those trying days. In our seventh year, we changed school buildings. We all felt so very foolish and out of place as we crept off the buses, up those stairs, and through those long halls. Everyone it seemed was staring at us, or perhaps it was only our imaginations. Mrs. Mackto became our teacher in that year. We all agree that that year would have been more enjoyable had it not been for geography. Our books were quite large, and we tried to hide behind them so as to evade the .teacher's questions. We soon learned that this was not the correct solution to our prob- lem. In our eighth year Mrs. Bennet joined us. She took a great deal of in- terest in us and helped to organize the Fun Club . That was a success, but our English class definitely wasn't. In our Freshman year we began to have more fun. We became more in- terested in sports and joined the other high school students in skating parties and dances. In that year we had a different teacher for each subject. That seemed so confusing at first, but later we became accustomed to it. Our Sophomore year was somewhat similar to the ninth except that we were having still more fun. It was in that year that Dick Ransom from Gambier joined us. We still don't know whether Gambier gained or Amity lost. 9

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In our Junior year, we were beginning to wonder how on earth we had climbed so far. We then began to realize that we we'ren't children any more-that is in age. Joyce McKay from Chesterville and Dick Herndon from Mt. Vernon, joined us in that year. We presented our first play, Damse1s in Distress , that year under the direction of Mrs. Ulery, What a splendid time we had, but it took lots of work, too. None of us I don't believe, wishes to become a full- fledged actor or actress. At the end of the year, we accompanied the Seniors on an excursion trip to Niagra Falls, In our Senior year, we have had many headaches and worries, but the good times outweigh the bad ones by far. We all have lumps in our throats as we think of leaving this school, but we must focus our attentions and talents on the future and not try to live on memories of the past, Leaving soon, our class leaves its motto: Tonight We Launchg Where Shall We Anchor 10