Circleville High School - Circle Yearbook (Circleville, OH)

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SANDRA JEAN VALENTINE There is no duty that we underrate so much as the duty of being happy. MAX WICKERSON WALKER It is hardly respectable to be good nowadays. JANE VIRGINIA WALLACE The love of praise, however conceal'd by art. PHILLIP EDWARD WANTZ It never pays to tell women the truth. SHIRLEY ANN WARD There's a twinkle in her eye. CYRUS CHRIS WELDON lt matters not how long we Ilve but how. KENNETH WILLIAMS A good man never dIes. LLOYD EUGENE WILLIAMS

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JOSEPH LEE SMITH Not by years but by disposition is wlsdom acquired. BEVERLY ELAINE SOUTHWARD It ls a rough road that leads to heights of greatness. ANNE UCKER STOCKLEN She walks in beauty as the night. BETTY ARBUTUS STONEROCK Silence Is the best ornament of women. HARRY DAVID STYERS Open up meng I'm coming through.' AVANELL MARIE THOMAS A good mind possesses a kingdom DUDLEY MOURICE THOMAS It's a mad world. BEVERLY ANN THORNTON Whatever you do, do wisely and think of the consequences.

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LARRY EVERETT WING Where there ls a will there is a way. ROBERT LEE BROWN A Day With The Seniors by Sam the Tiger As the class bell rasped its final warn- ing I slipped quietly through the main portal of my familiar den. Yes, I couldn't miss any classes today, for this was the last time I would see my friends from the class of '55, I dried a salty tear as I recalled the many social, athletic, and academic events I had attended with them. Beginning in the Freshman year and right through the Baccalaureate ser- vices we had good times together. My sentiments were about to bubble over when I was suddenly shoved against the stair railing as George Seimer raced past me, heading for 204. I regained my footing and continued to ascend again, but as they always say, Bad things ior is it good thingsi always come in pairs. This time my tail received the punishment as Jerry Cassill nearly smash- ed it in a futile attempt to beat the tardy bell. First class had taken up already but Liz Musser and Kay Graef were still con- templating exchanging green peas for a meat sandwich at cafeteria. Personally, I'll take a ham bone any day. Leaving them in their confusion, I overheard Weta Mae Liest and Bev Thornton discussing the merits of the Dewey decimal system in regard to Walt Disney comics. Annette Glass, an avid fan, chimed in and added that she would donate her comic book collection, but Weta declined saying that the situation did not call for gifts. What's this heading down the hall? As I adiusted my contact lenses, I saw Bev Elsea doing a maiorette strut with Red Buskirk and Marge Magill follow- ing close behind. Just as they passed 205, Sandra Valentine and Mary Ann McClure came racing out of the office on a secret mission to Miss Walter's room, probably to inform Barb Brown that she had won the essay contest. Just as we all met in a iumble there was a loud explosion from the chemistry lab. I was first to arrive at the scene and found Gail Dunlap and Lura Purdin calm- ly pouring HCL down the sink in order to clear out the drains they had iust stop- ped up with copper shavings. Don Green- lee was trying to explain to Mr. Watts that he had exploded a beaker trying to make syrup for the pancakes Elaine Burkhart was cooking with a Bunsen burner. About this time I decided I had better make tracks if l wanted to keep my appetite.