Bloomington High School - Gothic Yearbook (Bloomington, IN)

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l.!4' I' N 1 X l x . Ji .gf ' if Q J u s X ll I f - 3 U , x A f 1 Remember that drowsy September day when for the first time in five years we started the school semes- ter in a time of peace, not war? And remember the Minute-Man flag that we obtained by buying stamps and bonds? As the Indian Summer mellowed into a crisp autumn, plans were made for the addition to the mill which was necessary to house the accumulating war surplus equipment. Football started off with a bang, clubs were in full swing, a true Thanksgiving rolled around, and the Seniors proudly presented their first M t iff T o J fl ll J, l ffl play. Fallen leaves were soon covered with snow, making a fitting atmosphere for the hall caroling and Christmas holidays. Basketball and wrestling furnished new thrills, and we proudly restored the Bloomington-Martinsville Shaving Mug to our trophy case. Remember about the time we were all tiring of Old Man Winter , spring projected herself into view. Trees began to bud, and a if new, light-hearted atmosphere of spring fever pervaded . the class rooms. The track and golf teams wound up a successful season, and as a fitting climax, the Juniors n M held the annual Prom. Buds blossomed into flowers, plans made in September were now accomplishments, X and graduation was no longer a dream, but a reality. As the underclassmen bade a temporary good-by and 0, looked forward to next year, the Seniors bade a last jf HJ farewell and thus another succesful year came to a close. But why say remember, for those things we will , never forget. 5 l lM',f0f MW Y MEM ff , . ff tiiw life

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The Dance 0 The Wooden Shoe In a romantic setting of deep green foliage, white latticed arches, and gay tulips, the coronation of the Prom King and Queen took place. As crowns of soft, turquoise velvet studded with pearls were placed on their heads, His Majesty, Frank Owens, and Her Highness, Marie Smith, reigned at the Prom with all due pomp and ceremony . . In the festive little Dutch garden, girls in pretty formals and boys in their best suits danced to sentimen- tal melodies while the sweeps of the windmill swung away the time. Thus in a make-believe Holland our Prom was held.