College High School - Col Hi Yearbook (Bartlesville, OH)

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MORRIS, JIMMY jo-fo May 13, 1933 Ambition: To graduate Excuse: Overslept MULLEN, JEROME Moon October 8, 1935 Pastime: Trying to do nothin' Love of life: Good grades QUICKLE, JIM Quickie July 17, 1934 Ambition: To go with girls Hear him say: You'all ROBINSON, NORMA LOU Lulu March 27, 1935 Pet Peeve: Windy people Love of life: H. L. ROBINSON, RONALD Ronnie August 22, 1935 SANDERS, BUDDY September 24, 1934 Quote: That's the way it goes Hangout: Shamrock SIGLER, IDA MAE I::ie October 8, 1935 Only fault: Too lazy Pet Peeve: Boys-at the moment SLANKER, DAN October 26, 1934 SMITH, PAULA November 20, 1934 TUROWSKI, BOB Randy October 23, 1934 Pastime: Snooker Love of life: Marion B VILARREAL, OSCAR The Caf' january 29, 1935 Quote: Hey, Randy Ambition: Pro. Snooker-er HESKETT, JANICE Jenny November 27, 1937 Excuse: It's my birthday Only fault: Bill DAWSON, DANNY MESSER, LINNIE JO RIDDLEBARGER, JIM WEAVER, MARGARET FAYE

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DUM, JOHN October 16, 1936 GELWICK, JOHN June 26, 1934 Favorite Excuse: Ill HARTSOCK, KEITH June 18, 1935 HAVANS, ROBERT September 19, 1935 HERMAN, RICHARD June 20, 1934 HOAY, RONALD Huey July 22, 1936 Ambition: To be a scholar Love of life: Puppy dorgs HOLT, BARBARA ' Babr March 15, 1955 Overheard: Nutz Only fault: Eating too much HORTON, MARY May 5, 1935 JONES, BOB PAT June 9, 1935 Pastime, Working on his c There he is: Driving fast KEE, JIMMY Alpb0n ro October 9, 1935 Quote: Stevenson in '56 Love of life: President Truman LANDRY, CYNTHIA Cindy' September 18, 1935 Ambition: To have six kids Love of life: Larry MCELROY, LATH METZNER, VICTOR July 11, 1933 MOODY, DELLA August 27, 1936 MORGAN, TOMMY October 24, 1935

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mia 611155 Msfary The Senior Class of 1952-1955,-balancing its rapier-like wit on top of its pointed little head, lurches staggering down a twelve-year long strand of barbwire far above the heads of the spectators to a goal known to some as graduation and to others as escape, but known to all as the end of the beginning. Ah, indeed shall this class go down, land when we say down, we mean like unto the fiery depthsj into the treasured annals of history with Napoleon, Cleopatra, Rembrandt, Hitler, Gol- iath, Mr. Ricketts, and Lady Godiva. Far back along the traveled track of barbwire there was the time we almost tumbled earthward. It was in the sixth grade when Garfield had to open its entrenched battle-lines and admit McKinley's overflowing graduating class. There are no memoirs by anyone in Highland Park, Horace Mann, jefferson, Lincoln, or Washington as to what momentous occurrences were shaking their grade school buildings, but perhaps the fact we all got out of the sixth grade is mom- entous enough. Then we stepped on the barb known as the seventh grade. It wasn't until the next year that we realized how low seventh graders really were. For the seventh grade officers we elected Billie Sue Alexander as president fwhat a president, the U. S. should do so wellj, Bob Corzine as veep, and Margaret McIntosh as secretary. We had such teachers as Robb, Combs, and Tayrien to help us along the way. fThis is a funny state- ment.j Horror of horrors, Pat Walls only made the Regular Honor Roll this year. And, oh yes,'Kathy Hays was president of the seventh grade Girl Scouts. Next we trod on the barb known as the eighth grade. This year we elected Bill Crawford president, and Dwight Bishop veep. fWe didn't know it, but we were going to hear more of this ladlj We went out for such diverse Morte de Art's as Gretchen Wienecke's ballroom dancing class and Miss jackson's Belles Lettres Club with such stirring poems as, no doubt, Bootsl Boots! Boots! There are Martians in Georgia! Showing us the way to safety and getting in front of us in the lunch line was our Safety Patrol with some of its members named Chester Vanatta, John Fusselman, and Jimmie Quickle. Boys with paid dues in the annual Women Hater's Club were jack Bourquin, Eddie Beasley, and Ronald Vaughn. We were left with mixed feeling when Central's Auditorium burned. fWhy just the auditorium?j. Donna Cichon was our champion speller and it was rumored that Jerome Germ Mullen was a close runner up, but lost when he spelled dog K-a-t. He claimed it was a moral victory. The next barb was the freshman year. Officers were Teddy Cramer, president, Harry Botkins, veep, and Vernon Birdy Day, secretary. Distinguished this year was our undefeated, for the first time in Central history, Cub basketball team and a choral club assembly, starring Pat Allen, with the motto Our singers never die, they just faint away. There was the time that twenty-two of the freshmen skipped school fand a wee voice: Yes, this is my mother on the phonejg there was that real George, all the way epic, Ivanhoeg but, most of all, there was Tacky Day. Amid the hog-calling and apple- dunking contest, the journalism students mixed tons of pimen- tos and cheese for sandwiches. The next part of the wire was crowded with barbs as we became sophomores. Instead of living in the limelight nt Central with our own class play and all, we took the under- dog setting at College-High. It has been said that College- High didn't want us, but Central didn't want us more. But, above and beyond all that, it is hereby set down in history that we were the first sophomore class in these sacred halls and we were the first class to have Mr. Newman. 'Tis also said that some of our girls were quite happy to get out here with the older boys. Teddy Cramer was class veep with Dwight Bishop coming to grips with the class presidency, and pinning it to the mat, he has held it ever since. fWe tried dynamite, but nothing can remove that boylj When the All School Play rolled around the Terrible Turk was so impressed by the sophs that we got six parts in Meet Me in St. Louis. And Sharon Smythe had a big time as Tootie even though Bob Given still has her teethmarks in his leg. Working on the play were Jim Freiburger, Norma Ingram, Karen Carson, among others. And then, of course, during Fall Festival there was the Rex Theater. The fastly-fading sophisticated seniors demonstrated how to treat teachers in the Sadie Hawkins Day assembly when they tried Mr. Newman. There was a Pie in the Sky. Eh, Mr. Gregg? Next we trotted over the barb known to the world as the junior year. Larry Lankard was the junior veep. The Hi-Y took a trip to Kansas City. fThe least said about this, the best.J Lewis Ambler became somewhat famous this year for his Three Bears story and his Morman discussion in American History. fRemember all the homework in that classlj Cuc- koos on the Hearth was our class play and among the cuc- koos were Bill Lindsay, Eleanor Briggs, and Margie jones. We remember Miss Carlton and a trail of little Lord Byrons. Then there was the F.H.A. pancake breakfast and Marilyn Brown being elected Band Queen. Also there was Oklahoma City when the basketball team went there for state. fAll com- ment on this is censored., There was the style show presented by Mrs. Sue Smith and the Home Ec girls. Then came the Sadie Hawkins Day assembly with the junior girls doing a calendar girl skit. The last thing to be mentioned in the junior year is probably the most important: the Junior-Senior Prom. The decorating fthe trees from Circle Mountain, the roses from Bartlesville's gardensj, the rain fit rained like hailj, the music land the dancingj, and the parties afterwards . . . Well, the last barbs are the sharpest, and we were seniors. The high and mighty of the school for the first time since the sixth grade. We followed the usual procedure for our presi- dent and elected Bill Lund veep. However he abdicated for possibly was forced to fleej towards Tulsa and Rigby Slight inherited the post. In this year of the slogan It's Time For a Change! the Bartlesville Wildcat Football team beat the Muskogee Roughers 15-0 changing the tide of the last five years. There was the Homecoming Parade with the Senior Float, and some of the organizations has floats, too. There might have been others, but on one noticed. jo Ann Hankins was the Football Queen and was nicely crowned by co-captains Teddy Cramer and Bob Krigbaum with the senior attendant being Pat Bohannon. Among the other firsts of our class we elected the first yearbook king fwhich was accepted with great joyj and we were the first class to change the name of the yearbook fwhich was acceptedj. Yearbook King and Queen were Dick Hays and Billie Sue Alexander. The rest of the senior year quickly passed-the Senior Class Play, Sadie Hawkins Day, the junior- Senior Prom fwith the junior workingj, and the final week. The senior week with no exams, Baccalaureate, Commencement, and the Farewell Assembly. The trip over the barbwire is done and we stand firmly on the playform at the end of the wire. But as we stand there worrying, like Alice, about drown- ing in our own tears-tears of joy at leaving College-High- we hear echoing from somewhere the immortal words of Matil- da Zilch asshe bade the seniors of the little school in the Wildwood goodby, Farewell, Graduates. You've Senior Days. We, the undersigned members of the Senior History Commit- tee of the Col-Hi, do hereby declare this the true, unbiased, and unprejudiced account of the senior class of 1952-1953.