Clarence High School - Triangle Yearbook (Clarence, MO)

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gi. NORMAN BARTON What he's been taught, he's forgotten: what he knows, he has guessed. ' ig 1 s g ss f 5 SHIRLEY WHITE A merry heart goes a long way. WAN DA I-IAYDEN Nora lint myselfcanbemy par e . s-New S , NELSON BARTON A boy of words but not of thoughts. DEAN LANGHAMMER How I love them women, EDDIE MATTESON Says little and does less

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femme. 1 -.N M -ew Wewww. -X .ls irsexfsrw .me CAROLYN STAMP Quiet, unlike most girls. BOBBY LEFTRIDGE Keeps the class laughing: the teacher worrying. PATTIE MATTESON 'Get thee behind me books. GARY LAWSON The girl that gets me is lucky. VELMA AYER Why hurry? There will be time after I'm dead. '-nw-emww ss LARRY HARTGROVE I'm not exactly afraid of work but I'd rather not be associated with it. :smwswss

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History Cf Class Cf '59 One fine day in 1947, twenty anxious, excited little monsters wandered into Miss Maxine's first grade room. Little did they realize the trials and tribulations that would come to pass before they were given that little mystery-filled key to the futureg a diploma. But why should they wonder about such trivial matters when important things were being introduced to them such as Mother Goose stories and astounding mathe- matical facts as' 0+0?'f0'!1 This year one member of our class was scared out of a year's growth when she found a big black cockroach in her box. At the beginning of our second year we gained Janice Dickson, John Wood, and Wanda Cooper with Mrs. Schoonover as our teacher. This was the year cowboys and Indians were the craze and anyone who didn't have a pair of roller skates was an outcast. Donna Maupin, Jackie Brooster, Eddie Carl Brown, and Carolyn Yount joined us for rollicking antics in the third grade, but we lost Dean Hulett, Freddie Richards and Sondra Hubble. The fourth grade found us enjoying geography and stories and that was the year we began perfecting our note-writing techniques. Gary Lawson and Shirley Edwards joined our ranks and at the end of the year, Janie Brown and Elaine Ralls moved away. In the fifth grade we played basketball and jumped rope. Mrs. Roy and Mrs. Tarbet did their best to educate us and finally promoted us to the sixth grade. Kenneth Armstrong, Gary Mattingly, Elaine Ralls, and John Butkovich were new additions to the sixth grade which became known as the Bicycle Gang. This was the year we presented so many original dramatic performances. Also, we were wide-eyed with amazement when we heard about some of the daring feats our upperclassmen executed. In the seventh grade we were confronted by two new facesg Larry Hartgrove and Pat Mahoney, but we failed to see John Butkovich and Carolyn Yount again. This year we acquired the name of All-American Flatheads and we were soon introduced to Mrs. McCormick's efficient discipline system. Finally, in the eighth grade, we were able to rate a transfer to the high school building where we really thought we were big wheels. Some of us soon became acquainted with Mr. Shoush's electric paddle. We were sorry to lose Mary Jane Weaver, Eddie Carl Brown and John Barton but were happy to have John Martin and Joyce Dwyer with us. A Our Freshman year, the Sophomores initiated us with a party and the title Green Freshmen was bestowed upon usg we lived up to the fullest connotations of the name. That year. we were given free rides and we got plenty of fresh air and exercise on our hikes back to town. Also, some of our boys had trouble walking by the pool hall safely, it seems that their pants kept getting stolen. Shirley White. Carolyn Stamp, Velma Ayer, Bobby Leftridge, Pat Slater, and Dorothy Davis were a welcome enlargement to our class. The next year we gained some of our prestige back when we became Silly Sophomores and got to give the Freshmen an initiation party and free rides, although a few of us were still getting them, too. This year we had a lot of fun and parties, began to settle down to high school life and the boys and girls started to notice each other. We gained Pattie Matteson, Eugene Milliard,Carolyn Detweiler, and Dee Ann Copenhaver. Our Junior year, Carolyn Detweiler and Eugene Milliard left us. This year was filled with exciting events, including magazine selling, Junior play entitled Phantom of the High School and the Prom with the theme of Dancing in the Dark. Last, but certainly not least. we entered our final year as Dignified Seniors although. we lost Dee Ann Copenhaver to matrimony. Those students attending all twelve years of school at Clarence are: Marilyn and Marjorie Erdwins. Ronnie Griswold, Mike Howard. Neal Van Houten. George Hardy, Juna Meadows, Ronnie Smith, Jeanette Walker, John Larrick, Eddie Matteson, Dean Langhammer and Edward Bruns. The climaxing incidents of our high school days are many. We presented the play Heap Big Cake which was a big success. The Juniors gave us a fine Prom with Stairway to the Stars as their theme. We journeyed to Little Florida on a picnic and hamburger fry. And finally, we took the long-awaited Senior Trip to Kirkwood Lodge at the Lake of the Ozarks for which we had worked long and hard to earn enough money. Our class benefited from these last events by being drawn and knit more closely together than ever before and by sharing many humorous. exciting and enjoyable experiences. Now in 1959, those twenty little monsters of 1947 have come a long way in developing into well-rounded individuals. The doors of old CHS enclose many memories for all of us. Names and dates will fade in our minds as time goes by, but faces and memories of our school days will remain a part of us forever. A very significant part because these experiences, as much as the education we gained, have molded one of the most important parts of our lives and will play a large part in determining our futures. We cannot express the appreciation we feel for our teachers,parents and all who have helped us to grow as individuals but if each one of us can become an honest, happy, beneficial citizen, I think they will feel well rewarded. i We've racked our brains To the fullest extent, We're signing offg Our nerves are spent! fSo's the food.l