Centralia High School - Centralian Yearbook (Chillicothe, OH)

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WILLARD KUHN To be or not to be. That may be the question, but what's the answer. JOHN GREENWALT There ought to be a retired student pension. JOHN MEEKER In the spring a young man's fancy tums to baseball, CHA NES . RLE NUQIE so 60659 X I love h NE NEFF .tx who 0 In e and A Y? mains Ya , 6 and th he love xei het 5. mea to Wg It . Ht S nl Ce. do make

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CLASS HI TORY fcon'tJ In the third year, owing to an old educational custom, the Sophomores became Juniors, and their promotion made their sense of importance increase out of all due proportion. This was a year of hard work. The teachers had endeared themselves to the hearts of the class, and there was a feeling of genuine friendship throughout the school. And now we come to the fourth and greatest year in the history of the class. They automatically las was their custom in many thingsj became Seniors in September. When the gaining of this title they began to take themselves more seriously than ever before. As the year drew to a close they were positively dizzy with dignity. The organization of the Senior Class was noteworthy, the following list of officers being in charge: President-Willard Kuhn. Vice-President-John Meeker, Secretary-Wanda Chester, Treasurer-Jack Greenwalt, Reporters-Donna Chaffin and Carl Shaw. At the expiration of the four years, the superintendent expressed himself as greatly pleased with the additions to his country and pronounced them all highly eligible for admission as citizens. By way of appropriate celebration, a strange ceremony, known as commencement, was held. Written by: Sherry Allen Maye Jones Wanda Chester THE FIRS T MILE The first mile of life they knew had come, As they hurried gaily through the door one by one. Their small footsteps clamored through the hall, Their voices laughing. calling to all. Then slowly and surely their bodies grew, And their minds learned all that was exciting and new. They learned to laugh: they learned to love, As the years flew by with a gentle, but pushing shove. Then all too soon with outstretched hand, They took the hour glass with it's last grain of sand, It was with joy they went, but did I see the Senior bow his head, To hide those tears he had just shed. With one of life's greatest lessons learned, The door is closedg the key is turned. The Senior lingers with aching heart for awhile: Then walks away looking for that second mile. Written by: Donna Pritchard

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DONNA CHAFFIN Drive Carefully the life you save could be mine. RONALD UHRIG Ah! What would I do without girls? WANDA CHESTER Next to my head I like my blonde hair best. TERRY FREY Alone with the pigs and cows. PHYLLIS SEYMOUR It's my lazy day. CARL SHAW I'm in the jailhouse now. if 5