Bippus High School - Bipponet Yearbook (Bippus, IN)

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This being the last will and testament of the Senior Class of 1955, do hereby bequeath the following to the underclassmates of Bippus High School. We bequeath: We, the Seniors, will our thanks to the parents of the township for their help in giving us a good education We will and bequeath to the Juniors the right to become plain old Seniors. We bequeath to the Sophomores the right to become engaged, We will to the Freshmen the right to be steady Sophomores. I, Larry Hoch, will my ability to sing to Bob Shaffer, I, Sandra Burton, will my love for the white rats to Linda Close. I, Margaret Sell, will my ability to be in the office for five consecutive years to Judy Lancaster. I, Esther Wohlford, will my ability to play first Saxophone to Joan Fox. l, Alice Altman, will to Janet Urschel my sixth period Library so that she can go over and talk to the office girl. I, Max Schenkel, will my ability to get all assignments done on time to Jim Smith. I, Pete Mitchell, will my ability to get along with the Huntington High Girls to Dick Norwood. I, Ruth Sell, will my athletic ability to Sue Reeves. We, Alice Altman, Esther Wohlford, Ruth Sell, and Margaret Sell, will the ability to next year's high school girls to win next year's volleyball tournament. I, Bob Vendrick, will my ability to write up the sports for the yearbook to Joe Leonhardt. I, Ronald Lancaster, will my ability to go steady to Joe Leonhardt. I, Margaret Sell, will my ability to be the fastest typer to Bob Shaffer. I, Larry Hoch, will my ability to go after the school mail to Jim Finton. I, Bob Vendrick, will my ability to get along with the teachers to Ronnie Burton. I, Ruth Sell, will my hearty appetite to Shirley Kauffman. I, Sandra Burton, due to the fact that Paul Leonhardt willed to Susan Lancaster who willed to Suzanne Stookey who willed to me her hour glass figure, 1, in turn will it to Joan Fox. l, Alice Altman, will my ability to back out of Burton's lane without getting stuck to Linda Close. I, Max Schenkel, will my ability to read during class to Roger Beck. I, Pete Mitchell, will my ability to keep busy to Ted Campbell. We, Alice Altman, Sandra Burton, and Bob Vendrick do hereby will our ability to get out of school to sell ads for the annual to Joe Leonhardt and Janet Urschel. We, the Senior boys will, to the Junior boys the ability to get to Psychology class late everyday. We, the Seniors of '55 do hereby will Mr. Elsmere our white rats, which we hope he will take care of as faithfully as we did. To Mr. Shipman the ability to fix up the shop clock so he can dismiss his classes on time. To Mr. Ward another supply of typing paper which our white rats destroyed. To Mr. Earl King another class of talent like ours. To Mrs. Swales a new class to direct a play with the hope that they will be as good as ours, only a little easier on her patience. To Mrs, Sell bigger Home Ec. Classes than what the Seniors gave her, And at last, but DOI by all means least, to Mr. Tilson King, who has been our sponsor for five years, a new class to sponsor, that was as co-operative as ours. CLASS MOTTO: 'We Have Crossed the Bay, the Ocean Lies Beyond' CLASS COLORS: Royal Blue and Silver CLASS FLOWER: American Beauty Rose

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D Little happened to us in the eighth grade, We were just plain old eighth graders waiting to become Freshmen. This year Mr. Tilson King became our new principal and also our new class sponsor. In August 1951, we were Freshmen. We thought maybe things would go better, then we were remind- ed of initiation. When that day came, you never saw such a mess. The girls couldn't comb their hair, the boys and girls both had lipstick smeared all over their faces and everyone laughed at us. It was a hard day for we had to make sure all the sophomores' books were in the room where they were supposed to be. This required a lot of extra steps in those awful clothes we were forced to wear, which made walking very difficult. We enjoyed all of it though. One thing that was a little different this year was that we got to choose more of our subjects. Here we are, sophomores. It doesn't seem that we could be this far already, This was the year that Pete Mitchell came into our class. Later we found out that he was very full of mischief and put a little more life in our classes, especially Mrs. Swales' English class and Mr. Elsmeres' U.S. History class. Gradually in the past few years our class seemed to be decreasing in number and by spring we only had eleven left in our class. ln the freshman class, our dues went toward the junior and senior trip, but that was about all we contributed. When we were sophomores, we were permitted to have a scrap drive in order to make money and also have a lot of fun doing it too. In 1952 we stepped up into the junior class, coming nearer to our last year. It seems every year there are more activities than the year before. This year we had our junior candy sales, where we took turns selling at noons and the girls would sell at ball games, This year we also put on a play directed by Mrs. Swales, called the 'Monkeys Uncle. What fun we had at our play practices, but, oh that memorizing. We can remember that Mrs. Swales would get disgusted with us and that seemed to delight Pete. He would then try to get into more trouble. Finally we made our goal that we started for in the first grade. We became seniors. Eight of the ten that are still left started together in the first grade. The other two being Pete Mitchell and Sandra Burton. During the Summer of 1954, we went on our trip with the seniors to Washington D.C. and New York City. There were a lot of beautiful and interesting sights in Washington. We visited most of the memorials in the town and we watched congressmen at work ir1 our government. In New York the people probably knew we were from the country. We were always going around looking up, trying to find the top of the buildings, which was very hard to do unless it was a clear day. We took sightseeing tours all over the city, which were very interesting. I think we were all glad to get back home, away from the busy city. Our senior year we took two field trips in psychology class. One was to Richmond to the state hospital that takes care of the mentally ill people and the other was to Chicago. The class raised the money for these trips by having a bake sale in Huntington. We went through the Museum of Science and Industry and the Field's Museum of Natural Science. The Senior Play was a lot of fun to put ong however, the class didn't work as hard on it as we did on the Junior Play, therefore, it wasn't as good. The name of the play was The Campbells are Coming. At our one and only Senior Class party we went to North Manchester where we all bowled, After this we returned to the home of Mr. Tilson King, who was our sponsor. Here we enjoyed the rest of the eve- ning in the wonderful hospitality shown by Mr. and Mrs, King, Now we are almost through with high school and each one will be going in a different direction, hoping to find success. Some will probably go to college, others will find work or settle down at home. A few months back it seemed as if we would all be ready to graduate but as time draws closer many of us are wishing we could stay in school a little longer. Many of us, I am sure, in years to come will look back on these last twelve years, Remembering that many, new, happy, unhappy, and exciting things happened to us during these years, we will always remember our school days,

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eaahfz O 1965! Ten years ago we graduated from High School! Wonder where my old classmates are! Around Bippus we find Max, who owns one of the largest farms in the area. It is called The Bar X Ranch. Max was out checking the fences. His wife told me that Pete was PHSIOI of H beautiful church in Huntington. Pete answered my knock, He was the same old Pete, you RHOW what I mean. He seemed very happy, and said that his work was very interesting. He was thrilled over having a class reunion. He told me that Alice Altman had married Merritt Roth. They now have two children, Alice age nine and Jay age six. They live in a modern ranch type house. I could see a slick Cadillac in the garage. She was also pleased with the reunion plans. Sandra was Iay's teacher. Sandra is still single and doesn't even seem interested in marriage. I decided to spend the evening at home watching Television, but no picture would appear. It would soon be time to listen to George Gobel, so to the telephone directory I quickly hastened. The name, Larry Hoch, caught my eye. It was our Larry. He did not charge any fee. We convers- ed for a long time concerning class of '55, and the good times we used to have. I arose bright and early the next morning and decided to see if I could locate anyone via the telephone directory. Mr. and Mrs, Richard Shaffer. Dick graduated in 1954, but our Margaret was engaged to Dick, Wonder if Mrs. Shaffer could be Margaret? I jumped in my car, and soon pulled up in front of a very attractive home. It was Margaret who answered the door bell. Dick was an attorney, and she was his secretary. She told me that her sister Ruth and her husband Paul lived in the suburbs of town. She said Paul was doing very well with his factory work. Ruth leads a quiet life at home taking care of their little girl who just started to school this year. Margaret said she would get in touch with Ruth and tell her about the reunion, so I shall wait until then to see her. So back to the telephone directory! The next familiar name I found was Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Lancaster, I decided to call and save a drive. I had to try three times before I could get the line. Finally a lady answered, the voice sounded very familiar, and then it came to me it was Esther Wohlford. What was she doing there, of course they used to be childhood sweethearts. Then she must be Mrs. Lancaster. I told her I'd been trying to get them for some time but the line was always busy, She said it's like that all the time since Ronald became a general contractor, They've surely been keeping him busy, I was glad to hear he was doing so well. I asked her if they could make the party and she said they would be there with bells on, if they could get the regular baby sitter to take care of the twins. I checked my list and only one remained, Bob Vendrick. Golly! I wouldn't have any idea where he could be. The only thing I knew to do was to talk to his Dad. He could surely tell me where he is. When I arrived at the Vendrick farm, Mr. Vendrick was just finishing up the chores. Bob has a teaching job in southern Indiana, teaching Math and English at Vincennes H. S., and doing very well. He is still single. He just hasn't found the right girl and with the army, college, and everything he doesn't have too much time for courting. Mr. Vendrick guaranteed me, he would let Bob know about the reunion. Wow, this rounding up my old class was a bigger job then I thought, I can scarely wait until the reunion. I L..