Argyle High School - Treasured Echoes Yearbook (Argyle, WI)

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Janann Mary John Donna Jean Delores Joanne Junior Leona Joyce Marilyn

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 CHARLENE SEVERSON Twirling 1; Junior Band 3; Annual Staff 4; Paper Staff 4; Girls’ Chorus 2,3,4; Mixed Chorus 2; Dramatics 1,2. When Char goes by, the boys all aigh, '0h why, oh why, is Char so shy? RALPH WILHELMSON Class Play 3; Boys’ Chorus 1,4; Mixed Chorus 1; Assistant Student Manager 3; Student Manager 4; Paper Staff 4; Annual Staff 4; F.F.A. 1,2,3,4; ’A’ ’ Club 4. His li 1 old Ford is his pride and joy, If it s a chauffeur you want, Ralph is your boy. 12

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 7 On September 3, 1946, twenty-nine 4‘mamas’ little darlings’ entered the Traveling Ford to start the longest trip of our lives. Just think, we were to be gone four whole years. I can still hear mothers’ last warnings of ‘‘Be careful and ‘‘Please be good little angels . I must admit the first miles were a bit rough for this was the part called the Freshman year. We had to prepare a float for the Fall Festival, which we named ‘‘Harvest , and go through the initiation process of green bows and grease paint. The year ended, however, and found us all surviving and our car well broken in to the ups and downs, bumps and bruises of high school life. The second lap was called Sophomore year. The passengers of our Ford stepped on the gas and really went to work. We made another float called ‘‘We Take The Cake’ , and report cards came out again. Old-timers, as we were now, we viewed all the A’s with pure happiness. A bit of variety was introduced when the fairer sex of the class were called upon to serve at the annual Junior-Senior Banquet, and then another year was over. Ah! We have reached the most interesting part of our journey. Let’s stop the little Ford at the Argyle Athletic Field, to see seven of our classmates fight furiously to help the football team through an undefeated season. After a glorious victory like this we just had to make a success of every attempt. We made a float for the Festival, gave it the motto of ‘‘Argyle Will Bee Queen’ and won first prize on it. On January 6th and 7th of 1949 we presented a three act comedy play, ‘‘The Red Headed Step-Child’ , which copped all dramatic awards. It was given before a ‘‘packed’’ auditorium on two nights and the total ticket receipts were the largest in the history of A. H. S. Gee! It imist be time to eat. We parked the ‘‘roadster long enough to plan a Junior banquet, with the Seniors, faculty, and school board members as our guests. The hall was decorated in maroon and white, and the theme ‘‘The Forty Niners was carried out. That was certainly a delicious meal, and after such a feast we needed exercise. In order to get this we started planning for our Junior Prom. The theme, ‘ ‘Underneath the Arches , formed a beautiful setting for the music of Eddy Lawrence and his orchestra, as Eugene Lane crowned Mary Hawley as his queen. Brother! After a busy year our car needed a few repairs and a complete rest for three months according to doctor’s orders. So we all got out, stretched, and decided to soak up some of the good summer sun before we started the last lap of journey. First of all, perhaps, we should check and see if we have lost anything in the three years of travel. Oh, yes! We have. .'Ford Travelogue Two classmates, Carol Winn and Kenneth Johnson left us the first year. The second year we gained Richard Broge and Helen Peterson, but we lost Richard Hoffmann, Elizabeth Giese, Peter Skaalen, and Bertha Bruhlmann. The third year we gained Beverley Johnson, and Henry Schwartz, but lost Richard Broge and Marianne Olson. Lillian Larson and Rosalyn Anderegg and Beverley Johnson did not continue with us after the summer was over, either. Everyone take a deep breath, get ready, get set, and start moving along the far-from-smooth Senior year. We made a float, named it ‘‘Queen of the Universe’ , and settled down to our book work and studies. We edited a paper, put out an annual, gave a Christmas program for the first four grades, and a thousand other things. These were no small jobs, either, in our ‘‘battlin’ buggy’ . Take a look at our passengers now, who number twenty-two, and see how travel-wise they have become. The reason for this was excelled activity in dramatics, forensics, music, sports, and especially, in studies. We will all remember these, but little things like bus rides to and from basketball and football games, trips to other towns for dramatic and forensic contests, and music festivals, bake sales to earn money, little heart to heart talks with Mr. Morgan, and the thrill of cheering for OUR school will really be the things we’ll remember. With a feeling of satisfaction we stopped our Ford, at last, in front of the Argyle High School and released the remaining travelers to get their award for sticking out their journey. The gift was a nice, be-ribboned diploma. Now I’ll give you the parts of our Ford and then you’ll see why the journey was so happy and successful. Starter, that which made us go; our parents. Steering Wheel, that which guided our progress; Mr. Morgan. Brakes, that which limited our speed; faculty. Horn, that which made noise; study halls. Accelerator, that which gave us pep; Ada Mae. Headlights, those who looked ahead; Donna Jean and Beverley. Engine, that which was the chief trouble; Russe 11. Radiator, those who kept things moving; Ralph and Charles. Muffler, that which is quiet; Charlene. Back-seat Drivers, those who are generally busy; Mary and Hank. Shift, that which was necessary; Glenn. Tires, those who went places; Joanne and Vivian. Spare Tire, that which was handy; Johnny. Wheel Base, that which was strong; '‘Bozo’’. Paint, those who were attractive, Marilyn and Joyce. Gas, those who exploded easily; Janann and Delores. Trunk, those who carried our burdens; Leonard and Audrey. Tail Light, that which got red; Leona. License, that which was small but important; Helen. Now you can see why Fords are out front!!!!!