Boardman High School - Crier Yearbook (Youngstown, OH)

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CLASS HISTORY Beginning our years at Boardman right, our first martyr to the Earuse was poor little Peggy Taggart who just didn't like the place. The spanking she got from the teacher didn't improve her attitude. Re- member those doll days we had in first grade? Poor Danny Strang couldn't bring his little dolly because it wasn't considered manly. That couldn't keep him from taking it to bed with him every night, though. What about that, Danny? The little girls had quite a job on their hands protecting Martha Sandstrom from the boys. It seems they were always trying to kiss her. And what about little Arthur Romeo Geiger, who in third grade was the subject of many disputes between so many lovesick third grade girls. Oh, yes, Ann Rieneke, can you ever forget the day when you sent that note to Norma Spalding in fourth grade, and Miss Fishel read it in class? You cried and cried. And whoever would have thought that Mary Gallagher had such a big mouth? Remember how she had to chew five packs of bubble gum for Miss Porter? Somebody's jaws were tired. Miss Porter had other troubles too. Remember how she used to have to dress poor little Susie Carlyle in her snow suit? Susie was just too slow. And then there was the time in sixth grade when Tony Swaneck and Bob Neapolitan fought over who was to give Jacque Paulin a box of candy for Valentine's Day. Ask Jacque how many boxes she got. That same year we saw poor sympathetic Dickie Mills crying as he saw Jeanie Kachmar carried away on a stretcher because of a broken leg. True puppy love. In seventh grade one of our members acquired a deep attachment for one of the teachers. Every noon Patty Gilboy carried away Mr. Thompson's lunch papers. I wonder what Mr. Thompson does without her! !? Also in the seventh grade was that little mean girl, Nancy Swanner. She was forever tormenting Nelson Gustafson by pushing his books off his desk. Oooo-She made him so mad! Remember the exciting seventh grade basketball games with all the room cheerleaders trying to outdo each others' costumes? Another michievous person in seventh grade was Jack Schafer. Remember the time he put a real dead rat in Miss Fehr's desk on April

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CLASS HISTORY Fool's Day? The big joke was that she didn't think it was real. Funny she couldn't smell it!! ' It was in the eighth grade that we first began to take an interest in the high school sports. These games offered the opportunity for many of the fellows and girls to go on their first dates. Oh! Those were the days! l Then, behind was a long trail of memories. Remember? Those valentine boxes and how we used excitedly to count them to see who received the most and the thrill that came when there were three or four from a special heart-beat. The parade of spooks and goblins around Hallowe'en and the proud faces of the owners of the most original cos- tumes added more delight. Remember Janet Banninga's costume party in seventh grade? That awful Tom Murray kept peeking in the window. The friendly C?J competition of those hard fought baseball games. Too bad we couldn't have had a rule on hand. Those rousing games of re- lease where all the girls chased their fellows, but those independent boys always played hard to get. Just think, leap year every day! The fads of eighth grade-those tingling silver bracelets-those pigtails-- and bow ties-Remember Miss Saffell!-And, oh yes, those famous eighth grade parties!!?? Remember when we entered high school as poor, lowly freshmen, how we worshipped those undeserving seniors. That just shows how ignorant we were. And, Ann Warnock, do you remember that very embarrasing episode in 300 study hall? We all think you look better without your tail. Then when we became Sophomores, we felt that we were more a part of the high school. Our fears had disappeared and a certain, self- confidence had overtaken us. Perhaps too much. It was that year that Jacque Paulin learned that it doesn't pay to jump out of moving cars. In our junior year the Ace of Clubs came into existence. It proved a happy pastime for many. How about it-those of you who made use of those dark halls? Then came the hub-bub of the J unior-Senior Prom. It took a great deal of planning and elbow grease, but the results proved that our hard work was not in vain. Our Senior year has naturally been our busiest one. It seemed there was never time to get that dreaded homework done. Despite all of our silly pranks and love of a good time, we feel that We have gained much from our twelve years of school life.