Bluffton High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Bluffton, IN)

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Beverly, Barbara, and Miss Karns battling their way through Retro copy on one of THOSE Sun¬ day afternoons . . . We get a large charge out of Mr. Wentz’s bedimpled grin . . . “Flash” Edris puts down his camera long enough to pose for us before leaving to join his classmates in the U. S. Navy . . . “You know this picture is posed.” Mertz, Schenkel, Walters, and Langel were trying to impress the photographer . . . Some Senior gals make merry up at Hink’s after school. “I bet somebody’s ears are burning” ... If “A Smile Will Go a Long, Long Way”—this one of Miss Swish¬ er’s really sends us far-r-r! . . . Slane, Carnes, Schaefer, Culver, and Stout take a vacation from the marches and give out with the jive . . . “Black-boy” McElderry in his new ’45 graduating garb . . . “Sine” McElderry, “Cosine” Edris and “Tangent” Skiles terrorize trig class with their “new” game, King’s X. Twenty-two

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Class History (Continued from Page 14) Wanda Blair, treasurer; Lela Minger, secretary; and Gene Miller, athletic council. Remember how ridiculous we girls looked a certain day in September, 1942? All of that agony just to get in Girl Reserves! But it was worth it, especially on January 15, 1943, when we enter¬ tained our best beaus. The fellows weren’t to be outdone, for later they came to school look¬ ing just as foolish with uncombed hair and a little supply of shoe shining equipment. “How far did you have to walk last night?” was a very popular question. We began to feel the effects of war when Junior Swartz left to join the Navy during our Junior year. With Harry Brickley, Bob Smith, Wanda Mertz, Judy Buckner, and Kay Klein- knight as president, vice-president, treasurer, secretary, and athletic council, we started our busiest year. The two big features of our Junior year were the Junior class play and the reception given for the Seniors. We were elated over “Young April,” a three-act comedy, both from a financial and dramatic standpoint The play concerned the “In and Outs” of the love life of Terry and George McIntyre. On May 19, 1944 we entertained the Seniors in an oriental fashion. The gym was decorated as a Chinese garden with large dragons looming among the peach blossoms. On the stage was a large Buddha, dressed in silver cloth and turquoise blue. To make the Chinese theme complete we served chop suey and tea. As Juniors we had two successful parties, one in the gym and the other at the State Park. Bev¬ erly Buckner, Judy Buckner, and Anna Lee Hook were elected to the National Honor So¬ ciety. At class day Max Ulmer was presented with the Bob Hannie Memorial and Beverly Buckner with the Psi Iota Xi ring. After Don Scharlach had presented Harry Brickley with the class key, we were ready to enter school the next fall as Seniors. The big year arrived! At last we were on the front row at the basketball games. “Gee, didn’t the team look small! I could hardly be¬ lieve that our fellows were on the first team.” To lead us through this last year we elected Harry Brickley, president for his third con¬ secutive term; Bob Smith, vice-president; Doris Swaim, secretary; Rene Schmoll, treas¬ urer; and Kay Kleinknight, athletic council. As Seniors we presented a three-act comedy, “Where the Dear Antelope Play.” We gave a successful performance and again went over the top in sales. On December 22, the losing team in the ticket contest gave a luncheon in the home economics room for the class. It was a lot of fun to sit around the table singing carols; but it was sad, too, for that was our last get-together before the fellows left. At the end of the first semester nine of our Senior fellows completed the work required for graduation. Of these Tom Byrd, Kenny Moser, Dick Worster, Bob Smith, Jack Edris and Dick McElderry enlisted in the services of their country. The other three boys went to college, Ted Heemstra to Purdue, Gene Miller to Butler, and Harry Brickley to Indiana University. Af¬ ter finishing one semester of work, Harry Brickley joined the Navy. At the beginning of the second semester we elected Jo Fritz and Bob Baker as president and vice-president to fill the vacancies created by the absence of Harry Brickley and Bob Smith. As the year drew to a close we looked forward—forward to the reception, for we knew it would be great, Juniors—to Kid Day— to Class Day—to Baccalaureate—and finally to Commencement. What tomorrow will bring, no one knows; but there is one thing certain —the class of nineteen forty-five will do its share in bringing world peace. Twenty-one

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“Oh, Roof”, you’re never satisfied.” “Ahem, Nancy, your slip—” . . . Jerry Markley, a sweet unspoiled Freshman, and his engaging smile flutter the hearts of these frosh gals . . . Oh, these Freshmen! They go from one extreme to the other. Red Smith and Tom Garrett carry on conversation via wireless ... A couple of those glamorous Junior gals take time out to look at the birdie . . . The J. J. D.’s, Jim, John, and Doug., make a quick exit from the band room to be first in line at Hink’s . . . “Sylvia, don’t please! Ah- - ! . . . Hedges, Markley, Lautzenheiser, Crum, Caylor and McNown provide some Junior “oomph” . . . Joe and Phil say “Allah” during Hi-Y informal initiation . . . We’ll have to use the ambulance that the B. H. S. students bought with stamps and bonds to t ake Peacock home. She and Ross are at it again. Twenty-three