Benton High School - Benecho Yearbook (Benton, PA)

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I952 CLASS HISTORY Way back in the fall of '48, a group of befuddled and apprehensive Freshmen, sixty-four strong, gam- boled into the sacred halls of Benton School. Awe-stricken, noisy, we settled into the exciting routine of Junior High School. As the time of Initiation drew near, the tension from the dread- ful forebodings of the Sophomores overshadowed all other events for the course of a few months. Unfortunately for the teachers, we lived through the ordeal. In appreciation for the enjoyable eve- ning, we entertained the Sophomores at a party on St. Patrick's Day. When this excitement passed away, new diversion was created in the form of a Civics trip to Harrisburg, under the watchful eye of Mrs. Lois Allegar. Through the good grace of Mother Nature and old Father Time, we emerged the next year as Sophomores. We, as Sophomores, raked the Fresh- men over the same coals of fear and tension that had so set us on edge when we were the babies of the high school. Now we, as toddlers, were be- ginning to take our first steps into the society of other classes. We never looked for trouble. Some- how, it just naturally found us. Many of us atten- ded the all school Valentine Party to the mutual satisfaction of all concerned. This year, too, we branched out in our choice of class picnic sites. Rocky Glen probably saw its most hectic day when the class of '52 descended through its excitement- filled gates. Again, our two guiding spirits favored us. Now we were exalted Juniors. No longer did trouble find us so easily, for romance engulfed even our most women-hating men. Finally, class ring time arrived. The boys awaited the time of delivery with unconcealed anxiety. They wanted a chance to wear their rings before their better halves took over. The preparation for the presentation of the junior Play, Miss Jimmy, raised the hopes that we could do a little class-skipping for the sake of the play, of course. The dream of our high school days finally came true. For the decorations for the Junior-Senior Prom, we used spring time dogwood and wishing wells. For the girls it meant long, floating creations of net and lace. For the boys it meant starched shirts, suits, and the painful ordeal of piloting a girl around the endless ex- panse of dance floor. During the baseball and soccer seasons, our money-conscious class managed the refreshment stand. We gained a slight profit. Much to our sorrow, we lost a true friend and classmate when Marie Young died, victim of an automobile accident. After another big shove by our two old friends, we attained the most coveted position of the whole school. Yes, we became sophisticated Seniors. We still had our giggling fits, but wonder of wonders, we were a class united! Our magnificent obses- sion, the yearbook, consumed all of our spare time. Dashing around and surprising couples, teachers, and everybody in general, we amateur camera fiends snapped shutters and flashed flash bulbs until our fingers began to wear thin. Everybody cooperated in the selling of ads, yearbook sub- scriptions and patronage notes. This year our play, entitled The Handy Man, made most Seniors walk around with drooping eyelids and unfinished homework. Another Valentine Dance once again combined the junior-Senior Class in an evening of fun. Boys stood girls for the first two years. But in our last two years we have finally learned to cooperate. Surely our successful class night and commencement exercise earned the praise of every- one who saw them. As the dam breaks at flood- time, so our emotions broke, and we were suddenly Alumni. In the years to come, we can all think back and reminisce about the good old days at B. H. S. Kathaleen Bamish