Angola High School - Key Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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Top row -Bill Hopkins, JIar - lOlizaliftli Agner, Max Moore, Ellen Green, Gladys Frazier, James Mitchell, Loui.se Griffiths, Leland Morrison, Second row — lona Huntington. Elden Kelly, A ' irginia Kauffman, David Hall, E elvn Stage, David Sowle, Esther Ferrier, Betty Lou Mounts, y i ' — Donald Osborne, .Tack Br ' an, Donelda Bell, Devon lieese, Barbara Reese, yy aSTS Si ' hiUock, Margaret Fast, Donald Laird. ' -,iti ' ' ttom row— .Joanne ffhoup, Gerald Forbes, Wauneta ,Slioup, Franz Wells, Hazel Wells. [ t Carleton Wells, Laura Harley, Miss Johnson, Miss Yeager, Mar) ' E. Agner — Little and pretty. Beetle Bassett — Talkative. Billie Bassett — Needs to wind her al.trm clock. Donelda Bell — Good secretary. Dick Bender — He likes ' em all. Jack Bryan — Plays basketball. Genevieve Burch — Good cook. Gloria Dellcr — Max Gerald Forbes — Pin boy. .Vlargaret Fast — Peggy. Esther Ferrier — Dee ' s flame. Sue Frazier — A good roller skater. Ellen Green — Have you seen Dale? Louise Griffiths- — Office girl. David Hall — Loves to argue. Laura Harley — Liked by all. .John Harvey — Ice cold pop! Ice cold pop! Bill Hopkins — Marcella ' s ex. Lucille Hubbell — A serious home cc ' r. Norma Hull — Junior money maker. lona Huntington — Changes her mind. Margaret Ellen Imus — Junior blonde. Virginia Kauffman — Dark-eyed beauty. Betty Keckler — Our May Queen. iEldon Kelly — Following in Mr. Dygert ' s a 1 footsteps. A 1 Burton Kolb — Brains of the junior class, y Marguerite Moor — She sings, plays, and dances. Max Moor — The silent kind. Leland Morrison — Has that certain some- thing. James Mitchell — Junior Beau Brummel. Betty Lou Mounts — Tri-State is okay. Madolynn Myers — -We call her Butch. Robert McKinley — - Mickey. Roscoe Nedele — Peekin ' through a Ncdele. ' .; ( Tucii y-ci ht

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a u{.a{.ovx THE GATEKEEPER Who goes there? The challenge has rung through the ages. The answer comes back, strong and confident. It is I, the youth, the graduate — strong, impetuous, wise, heedless. I march through the door of my new-found liberty with impatient haste, trampling all who get in my path. Broad and limitless is my horizon. Whence comest thou? Foolish questioner! I come from the Halls of Learning, where I have but now completed my task. My feet wait to carry me out into the world. I have spent many happy years gleaning knowledge, but now it is time that I should no longer rock in the cradle of my infancy. What seekest thou? Ah, that my success should dazzle all who look on it! That I may be great and well-known in my time! My mind flies ahead to future events — • to middle age, yes, even to the last years, wise, venerable, respected. Knowest thou the password? I do. It is courage. The bravery that comes from the certainty that one is right does not desert him in the crisis. We stand alone, guarded no more by the careful cloister our teachers have built up about us. Our mantle is courage and our walking stick is knowledge. Hast thou this courage? Indeed I have. I and all my classmates, whom our teachers have spent twelve years molding and guiding, are steep ed in its quality. We have been taught faith, perseverance, honor, leadership, and truthfulness. Our con- fidence is great. Knowest thou for certain thou wilt succeed? My success will be great as the day in which it occurs. I am the new Einstein, the new Freud, the new Toscanini. I have in me the power of the Age. You have questioned me and I have answered. How firm you stand. Gatekeeper! You let all through, for you must, but your examination is grueling. How glad we are for the opportunities which have been given to us along our school path! All of them we have not taken, but those we did have given us greater fortitude. How solemn are your accents. Gatekeeper! So slowly you yield, O Learned One! Do you think we are not capable of carrying ourselves aright on the broad, smooth road that leads from the other side of your door? Are you doubtful of our ability? Listen, then! We have worked hard. We shall exert ourselves even more in the years to come. We shall stand alone. Our friends will encourage us, even help us at times, but it remains with us as individuals to determine whether we stand or fall. The hand of him who strikes without warning is forever at our shoulders. We must be constantly vigilant to withstand the assaults of those who would destroy us. Gone are the days when others decided our problems for us. Those happy years have passed, not into oblivion, but rather into that dreamy haze which covers things past. We stand now on the threshold of adventure, keen, eager, zestful. But you, somber Gatekeeper, stand between us and that great adventure which comes soon. Have you still more questions to ask us? You must let us through soon. We are not to be put off forever by a stern and forbidding countenance. We have hurried toward the completion of our task for four years, only to meet this Gatekeeper who now delays our progress. I wonder who he is. I shall ask him. Gatekeeper, what is your name? Why do you delay us? I am Life. I delay everyone. Some pass me more quickly than others, but I stay all for a time. Hast thou further question? Yes — Life. Will I be famous? Only after the sun sets do the stars rival each other in glory and brilliance. —LUCY ELLEN HANDY. Page Tu ' ciify-sevcn

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UjIim AAv V Iar2;i.ierit :- Mdor, 1 KerHer, Ijc.heit Porter, Billie B Second row--Bettie Bassett niii Hull, Gloria Deller, Robert Third row— Eileen Erbe, Ge German, Liu-ille Hubbell, .lohn Bottom row — Madolynn Jeanne P Tmus, = ' r ' ston, Robert McKiift« -. Jlargaret Don Osborne — Ice cream! Ice cream! Robert Porter — Future editor. Jeanne Preston — Pal of Butch. Barbara Reese — Does Angola hop. Devon Reese — The lad with the permanent wave. Robert Seely — Swing and sway the Seely way. Joanne Shoup — Quietness is no disgrace. Wauneta Shoup — Junior wreath sales- woman. David Sowle — Oh, that Sowle-ful look! Evelyn Stage — Has the giggles. Carlton Wells — Future baseball champ. Franz Wells— The tallest Wells. Hazel Wells — Virginia ' s pal. Morris Whitlock — Tall, tan, and terrific. Marjie Lou Wicks — Welcome to A. H. S. Eileen Erbe — Hit ' em high — hit ' em low! Don Laird — A swell kid. Bob German — Man about town. Class Officers — Roscoe Nedele, Norma Hull, hetty Keckler, Robert Seely. Class Motto: Forever Forward Class Flower: Gardenia Class Colors: Green and White Page Tucnfy-iiiiic