Andrew Jackson High School - Jacksonian Yearbook (South Bend, IN)

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The door opened--Qcreakj--. Thirty-six cherubic little indi- viduals, some forlorn, some defiant, some awed, but none assured, wan- dered down the stairs of the grade building to celebrate the grand opening of the Jackson Public School system's brand new kindergarten. There we met our first teacher, Miss Mildred Peterson, our first triu phs and our first defeats. The rest of this year has taken on a rather misty cast fwe can't figure out whyj so after those touching farewell kisses from Miss Peterson, she was feeling sentimental because she was getting married the next day, we progressed into the first grade-- where Miss Hanson and the little red chairs eagerly Q?j awaited us. Besides learning our ABC's we entered into our first, but certain- ly not our last, heated discussions. One of the more frequent ones in- volved a three way debate between Jack Rue, Carolyn Ryberg and Pat Fitzsimmons. Resolved that, it is more superior to have a member of your f mily as principal of the high school than of the Junior High or Grade School. Jack took the af- firmative while Carolyn and Pat ardently refuted all his statements. This was the last time for ten years that Pat and Carolyn were ever on the same side. Niel Muir discovered his artistic talents at this early age when he created a Santa Claus. However, he was much disillusioned when he discovered that at home there were four identical ones, made by the elder members of the Muir brood, in their early years. Miss Walters initiated us, as second graders, into the mysteries and intrigues of arithmetic by a game of flash cards, in which some of our infantile geniuses early showed their superior mental abili- ties. Third Grade brought new horizons into view and we all became pioneers, SENIOR CLASS or Hiawathas, or butter-churners, or accomplished Tonnetists. Third Grade also found us bereft of one of our members, Anita Jensen, who departed to Qughj Worthington. Pigtails, and chalk, prevailed in fourth grade, especially when we added to our ranks little Miss Sue Yager. We gained another brain child, when Marilyn Gardner from the mystic orient QPhilippine Islandsj joined us. Fateful fifth grade resulted in the inevitable division intostraight fifth and the combination room, but this minor tragedy was offset by the addition of the kids from the Hill. In sixth grade our first youthful romances budded, especially notice- able around Valentine's Day. We gladly ended our kittenball careers andfgraduated into Mr. Ryberg's do- main across the street. Beingixxjunior High added greatly to our prestige and we enthusiasti- cally entered into the new program. The first task was to convert the girls into domestics by learning to make white sauce. Qlncidentally, it burned.j This small failure, how- ever, was completely eclipsed by our ardent love for Miss Ames and our absolute terror of Miss Jones. If our romances budded in the sixth grade, they blossomed in the seventh when we attended Mrs. Robertson's Valentine Party. We met our Waterloo in the eighth grade when we left our carefree youth behind and became the subjects of Miss Iverson. You, who were present, will recall the fateful day when Miss Iverson's brother came to visit. A highlight of that year was Janis Splinter's Hallowe'en party for the whole class. Memorable, too, was the loss of one of our mental wizards, Curtis Johnson. One of our most momentous years was ninth grade. First, we got the country kids and gained a new mental wizard, Madge Olson, and we observed the return of Gloria Swanson from .-22..-

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K K ' CLASS OFFICERS if' .Q A, 3. -my President, R. Muir: Secretary-treasurer, M. Pass: Vice-president, J. Vachuska. CHARLEY'S AUN T First Row, left to right: R. Muir, S. Yager, S. Ry berg, C. Teigen, M. Peterson, C. Shearer. Second Row: W. Strom, J. Aamot, J. Vachuska, J. Hyde J. Hruby. Not pictured: W. Westby. ..2I..

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HISTORY Seattle. Never giving up hope, even after the white sauce failure, the Home Economic Department again undertook to make us future home- makers. The attempt was grape jelly --the result, it bounced, it stretched, or it had to be eaten like soup. English, however, was more successful, since we either en- joyed the company of Miss Willey or Miss Pappas. The Year was not en- tirely peaceful though, for it was in the ninth grade that the class of '50 was dubbed The Reformers . We were the first class to gain the right of dancing for freshmen, and as for the slacks--well, s me called it our first defeat, though we didn't! Mr. Ryberg's headaches were suddenly cured when the class of '50 crossed the hall into Senior High and Mr. Berg's headaches began. Another girl was added to our class--Phyllis Bancroft. Here we were always looking for more boys and all we got was another girl. Our violent arguments, carry-overs from our Freshman year, seemed to jump first from Room 302 to 301 and then back again. But Ross missed all this for he was home in bed with Rheu- matic Fever. Or was it Romantic Fever? Mention our Junior year and all the girls swoon, Oh, Whitey! . We drifted from History into Qker- plopj Chemistry. This was the ath- letic year. The football team beat Fairmont for the first time in four- teen years and the basketball team virtually did the impossible by beating Mountain Lake twice. First here on our home court and then at Windom in the District Tournament. From there the boys went to St. Peter, for the Regional Tournament that is, where Mankato's height and manpower defeated them. Some lucky individuals went to St. Paul for M A where they participated in either the All State Orchestra or Chorus. The class of '50 blossomed forth with their theatrical talent in Huckleberry Finn . Later on, our executive talents bloomed as we filibustered in the New Constitution. QKnown to the average highschooler as the scope .j An off-shoot of this was Miss Fitzsimmon's election as the Honorable Governor of Girls' State. Toward the end of our Junior year, everyone was busy with tissue and crepe paper and rose bushes and carnations as we made ready for the big night of the Banquet. The Seniors repaid us fully the night of the Prom. And suddenly we were Seniors. The class of '50 began its last il- lustrious year within the portals of I.H.S. We started with our unforget- table football team, which lost only one game, captained by all-state end, Richard Hugunin. The football season reached its climax at Home- coming when the Senior girls became famous as goops 3 and one lucky miss, Alice Hammer, became her ex- cellency the Queen Cafter a hard fought campaignj. With Homecoming past we rolled on to our last Christmas Concert, and then into basketball season, with Jeb Vachuska as captain. Ross Muir completed his career as class president, having served every other year in that ca- pacity. The Banquet, Prom, and that final march across the stage of J.H.S. and the door of knowledge will creak shut upon the unprece- dented Class of 1950. 23 -