Boardman High School - Crier Yearbook (Youngstown, OH)

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SENIORS

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY One bright morning in September of 1933, we woke up feeling very excited. It was the first day of school for the present mighty seniors. Just imagine, six years old! Why, we were grown up-almost. With shining faces and newly polished shoes, we waited anxiously for that big yellow monster, the school bus. We'll never forget first grade. Of all things we had a regular Juliet with us. Amelia Leiss insisted on proposing to all the little boys. Lucky girl! Also, I'd like to explain about the ogre that was loose in the halls. Whew! were we scared when he came along! I think his name was Mr. Henderson, but We soon learned not to be afraid of him. The next year found us exploring the second Hoor-third grade. My, how we were progressing! Naturally, as we grew older, our hair styles changed, but little Ann Fowler just couldn't take it. Her mother had played barber, so Annie spent the next day with her head on her desk. She simply couldn't have people see her looking like that! I believe it was fourth grade that tiny Mary Lou Joshua was coming to school with long curls, which for some reason couldn't elude the ink wells. I've often wondered if Shakespeare ever told her why. It was then, too, that Powers became our champion skier. After sliding down that big snow-covered hill, poor Bill discovered that it was really only a camouflaged mud bank. The rest of the afternoon was spent drying out in the janitor's room. In fifth grade, we got a big thrill. Shirley Temple had come to Boardman! Imagine our surprise to find that it was really Bettielou Whitehouse. The next year, clean faces, smartly-combed hair, and clean ears were in style. By this time, we were old enough to receive allowances. Marian Lenz outdid us all by receiving five cents a day from Eddie Fornwalt. Eighth grade was the most astonishing of all. The boys finally began to think that girls were their friends instead of targets for snow- balls and hair pulling contests. However, the girls stood around gig- gling and pretending they were a shy lot. Some front! How many of you remember the Minstrel Show? There'll never be another quite like it-at least to us. Malony, Holmes, Bixler, and Joshua sang solos. No, Josy, we haven't forgotten you. Remember? Ten curtain calls for our black-faced friend singing 'tDarktown Strutters' Ball? And then came high school. Were we frightened by the upper classmen? And how! We just couldn't wait till we would get that far. When juniors and seniors would stoop as low as to speak to us, our hearts stood still. One of the first things we learned was that there was a person to whom the upper classmen referred as Jasper, So we tried to find out Who or What Jasper was. We had him, or it, pic- tured in all sorts of ways, from a gremlin to a zombie. Lucky little freshies were we to discover in time that Jasper was none other than our own Mr. Tidd. For three years, we went through the weeding out stage when we dropped some mannerisms, and picked up others. We laughed, we cried, and above all, we fell in and out of love. During this period, the Second World War struck, leaving us all with an empty feeling. We have many classmates fighting so that you and I may go on living. May God see fit to send them home to us. Our history tells of fun, laughter, and sorrow. May our school be ever proud of each and every one of us as we make the history of to- morrow! -RUTH RODKEY