Centralia High School - Centralian Yearbook (Chillicothe, OH)

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T 4 CLASS HISTORY 'Twas only four short years ago, In 1953, if you would know, Our class unbarked on its career By entering its Freshman year, A band of eager, restless youth, Who'd never cut a wisdom tooth But recognized as a gospel truth The ancient pedagogic creed That learning's road is rough, indeed. 'Twould take too long for me to tell The strange adventures that befell Our gallant class ere we attained The lofty heights that now we've gained, The faculty were most forbearing Although they must have found us wearing. They never acted autocratic But always wondrous diplomatic Through treating us with hopeful kindness, They never to a fault showed blindness. Though some regard all games as futile And think athletics merely brutal, A test of brawn and not of brains, Out team the victor's cup, retains. Upon the field no boasting rival Dad's faintest chance for his survival, For when our brave boys used their system, No enemy could e'er resist 'em. And yet our team has proved to be the essence of integrity. In any learned competition, Which tests the powers of erudition, We'd prove our brain power of the best And treat with scorn a Binet test We'll not pass over its occasion But tell the worst without evasiong Some lazy members of our class Were much alarmed lest, they'd not pass, Why even yet they stop and wonder If there has been some awful blunder. It doesn't pay to be a shirker, And not a fast and willing worker. ,..-1-r-f

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I, MARY LOU RITCHIE, leave my ability of having rough slumber parties to Peggy Harker, knowing she will know how to handle them. I, JANE ROY, will my ability of getting along with all the teachers to Carol Metzger. I, MARIANNE SCHRENKER, leave my horse sense to Billie Lou Taylor. I, ROSEMARY SEYMOUR, leave my ability of taking care of the junior boys to Ruth Chester. I, BONNIE JO SPEAKMAN, leave my little waist line to Martha Maag. I, MARYELLEN SPEAKMAN, leave my ability of getting along with Miss McCallister to Shirley Frey. I, HELEN STAUFFER, leave my band uniform to Mr. Fetrow, to give to whoever he sees best fit to fill my position. I, NANCY VETTER, leave all my bad habits and forms to anyone who wants them. I, ANNA WEAVER, leave my strong lungs to Janet Wolfe, I, JEANIE STEWART, leave my charming personality to Clarice Merriman. I, NANCY WILEY, leave my neat looking hair to Charlene Haddox. I, GOLDIE WILSON, will my ability of getting good grades to Janice Adkins. I, JOHNNY WILLIAMS, leave my ability of skipping school to Jerry Kutschbach. CLASS MOTTO - Our sights are set on the target of success CLASS COLORS - Light Blue and White CLASS FLOWER - Blue Rose F I f' 14 .,,

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Our social life was very vital And worth a place in this recital, Our dances each a great event, To which the schools elite all went. Our senior play showed gifts surprising And talent quite beyond surmising, Our banquet, food and fancy, blended, By far the best the town has attended. When business troubles caused distress Our president, with great finesse, Just called an extra meeting. Then He told us what to do and when, And How each question to decide. To Him- - smart girl--we point with pride. We're cultured, really most polite And very, very erudite, And, with our higher education Acquired broad-minded toleration. Our store of knowledge is so great We fear lest we confuse it, But when we take our place in life We'll have a chance to use it. We have, although a trifle checkered, A most extraordinary record. Now comes the longed-for gala dayg The auditorium, in array, Is crowded with spectators fair Who all their festal garments wear, And on the platform side by side, Behold our class, aglow with pride, But sad at leaving this dear place, Where they sojourned a little space, And hoping life will be as kind As these four years they've left behind. Oh, Class of 1957, Look downward from your starry vision, Assume These lines were spoken in derision. I know that you are wise and good, Abhorring falsehood, sloth, and pride, That wisdom is your daily food, And justice ever is your guild. But, if you think my stile amiss Now care for histories like this, Or if the audience-much worse- Be weary of my straggling verse, I tender to you promptly these My most sincere apologies. Nl- , .f l .1 ij, 3 787 JS x fff 4 ,I f f V f f V, , h 2 X E ', X 1. ' .- ll ' Yr S' 4 I S X Q S Sonja Evans Janet Fraley Arthur Hinton George Armstrong