Belfast High School - Memoirs Yearbook (Belfast, OH)

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Louise Helterbran is a maiden, young and fair, With rosy lips and curly auburn hair. You know her name, and you know her well, So there is nothing more that I can tell. Our next student may be least, but she is not last, As you know, joan Tener has been an asset in times gone past. She's a rnajorette and manages the concession stand at our games, To hear a junior boy talk, she's one of his favorite dames. I hope you have enjoyed this little rhyme As much as I have, though 'tis not sublime, To know-my name you'll have to look To see who is the poet of this book. And so as class poet, I'11 conclude And make it short while I'm in the mood, I think l'll make this verse the last in line About our dear old class of '49. 12

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CLASS OF '49 When asked to write the poem of our fair class of '49 The first words issued from my lips were, I resignI Of our class, of four girls and five boys, I've much to tell So draw up a chair and prepare to sit a spell. First, there is jean Chambers, our Kentucky lad, With all the girls he appears to be quite a fad, He drives here and there on his own accord In that bright, new, shiny Ford. Next in line is Roger Chambers, better known as Mutt, Says he, When it comes to Physics, I'm in a rut. But I say, with his blond hair and personality, That boy will go places, you wait and see. The next member of our class has great ambition To be a doctor, Harvard bound, is his mission, lt's Billy'james Williamson, if you haven't guessed, And in all his studies he ranks the best. Then there's jay Freeman, the basketball star of the year When it comes to English, says he, I can't get in gear. But in the Shop class, jay takes the cake, He will make the grade for his own sake. Pertaining to the fifth boy I'1l tell you in time Look in the last verse for his story in rhyme. And now for our girls, the lovely quartet, Boys before girls is my motto, you bet. There is Phyllis Glaz..e, our blond cheerleader, And all the boys agree there is none sweeter. She is the soprano soloist of our class, For her to reach those high notes, it is no task. Then there is Donna Walker, our fair secretary, Says she, lean sing a cheer, but I'm no canary. Donna's smile shows her as a girl of fun and good will, Whether in school or out, she is no pill, ll

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PR OPI-IEC Y CLASS OF 1948-49 For twelve years we, the graduating class of nineteen forty-nine, have struggled steadily upward toward the completion of our preparations for our future 1ife's work. For some of us those preparations have not been completed to our satisfaction, and we must still work on. But for all of us a milestone has been reached--we are graduating from high school. The road before us leads into the hard realities of life. What we shall meet on life's highway is quite impossible to say. Doubtless there will be hardships and joys, bad times and good times: but we hope that all of us will meet with success in whatever occupation we choose to pursue as our life's work. As we look into the future, many questions enter our minds. Some of us wonder whether all our future plans will be blown asunder by another war-- we pray that they will not. All of us ask ourselves, Will I succeed? This question can not be answered by fortune tellers--it must be answered by us, individually. One hundred years ago thousands of people left their homes to travel by horseback, in wagons, on foot, and by boat to the wilds of California in a search for gold. Few of those prospectors had a clear view of the many hardships to be faced in that mad search for wealth. The journey to California was long, and the going rough. Many who set out never lived to reach the Eldorado, and many others reached their destination not to find wealth and happiness, but to find only poverty and despair. Like those Forty-niners of a hundred years ago, we are embarking on a journey in search of prosperity and happiness. The way ahead is dimly lit, and we shall be forced to grope our way, slowly and carefully, until we are sure of our footing. Our ideals are highg our courage is insuperable, and with the aid of God Almighty, we can not fail. lt is the ambition of Phyllis Glaze to someday be an opera singer and along with a friendly fellow called Chub , we wish her the greatest of success. A little dress shop and the smiling face of Charles constitute the dreams of Donna Walker. To her we wish the best of luck. joan Tener is going to bring a five-cent hamburger back to the world. With the help of a certain soldier named jim she can not help but succeed. For those two fine girls, Wahnita McKee and Louise Helterbrand, we offer our sincere wishes for happy married lives. 13