Archbold High School - Blue Streak Yearbook (Archbold, OH)

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SIGHTING LAND On September 5, 1933, a menagerie of males and females, best described as et ceteras, joined the crew of A. H. S. On this memorable day, these greenies were feeling like a spring onion—strong enough for anything. The strength how- ever, was found lacking on the eve of their initiation when they were delivered over to those hard-hearted, merciless sophomores, to be dealt with as they pleased. When the ordeal was over, and the roll called at school the next day, it was found that no lives were lost during the tussle. They were now ready to uphold and increase the prestige of Archbold High School with vim, vigor, and vitality. The ship that year was manned by Bill Murbach as captain. That year our present juniors found themselves the targets of many jokes, well aimed. To every high school student, the freshman year is seemingly the longest and most drawn out of all the four years, but as all good things must end, so did this Utopia, and we next see these freshies playing the role, in our high school drama, of the “Sophis- ticated Sophomore.” So these “ex-freshies” launched their sophomore year with Robert Rupp at the helm. Three months of vacation played havoc with their number, but the remaining were full of hope and determination for the future. As freshmen, these cieatures laughed at anything, but as sophomores, shiver my timbers, their sophistication was peeping out, and they were afraid of losing their dignity if they chanced to follow an impulse. “I am a sophomore” was very plainly writ- ten all over their countenances. These budding genii were soon discovered by their superiors as having talent, and eagerly shared it in the glee clubs, band, or- chestra, and on the basketball, baseball, and track teams. Their junior year started off with a bang and continued so, throughout the year. Their dramatic skill was portrayed in the annual junior play, entitled Shirt Sleeves,” under the direction of Mr. Gaiser, the English teacher. Follow- ing this, their art as hosts and hostesses was very masterfully displayed, “plain as print,” when they treated the seniors to a royal junior-senior banquet. This is always considered the crowning point in the life of a junior. Robert Rupp was again found directing the policies of his class. And now, anchors aweigh, for we must bid adieu to these old sea calves until we again find them in their last act, their senior year!