Crawfordsville High School - Athenian Yearbook (Crawfordsville, IN)

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Telirind . . . Top: Library scene, Mr. Payne presiding. Middle: Vocational Homemaking, Mrs, Kimbrell the center nf attraction. Bottom: American Literature, Mr. Harrington quizzing. Page Sixteen Sandwiched in between these lighter moments were those hours spent in the various learning areas. It would have been rather futile to attempt to picture all these specific areas. Instead. we sup- plied only the minimum stimuli, trusting that these would suttice in bringing back classroom memories to us as individuals. As students at Crawfordsville High School, we were privileged to enroll in a curriculum of our choosing, subject to. of course, competent guidance from our advisers and parents. Open to us were the fields of College Preparatory, Busif ness Education. Art. General, Vocational Homemaking. and Vocational Agricul- ture. XVe were also able to experiment in publication work. dramatics, machine shops, athletics, music. and many others. A popular course was Drivers, Training. which helped produce more competent vehicle operators at a time when such operators were needed direfully.

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Sue Hancock seemed to have been having trouble at the library 1-heck-out desk: Bob Hansel was at the left. and .lack Buck seemed intent upon being helpful. These two fellows were members of the Library Aides Club. At the right, Catherine Long patiently awainted her turn. There were many other little scenes which would he useful in the future in helping us recall our days at Crawfordsville High School. To us. one of the zaniest seasons was always 'Hag NVQ-ek. During this season the mem- hers of the senior class were privileged to in- dulge themselves in all manner of pranks and mischief. The school routine was upset not a little ln' the appearance of the members of the gentler sex in the customary attire of the males. ln their turn, the males donned the garments generally reserved for the eoeds. lVho could ever forget those days of lighted lanterns, alarm clocks, fthe alarm set to ring at the crucial point of a teacherls lecturej gals pulling contentedly on tireless corneohs, and the same gals shocking one and all with their refusal to indulge in make up? Silly, yes, hut it was an outlet for excess energy and deviltry which might have taken other forms. llere the photographer captured, in the formal pose, a bevy of Crawfordsville l-ligh's ravishing beauties. Standing left tn right: Dick Davis, Wayne Surface, Tom West, David Jones, Dean Simpson, and Rex Wills. That smirking counte- nance at the lower left was the property of Dick Watkins. Page Fifteen More un !! A common scene in the hallowed halls of C.H.S. was the locker catastrophe. Periodi- cally, some Athenian or Atheniette was hound to add that last strain to an already over- strained locker. Pity the unfortunate one whose locker contents cascaded onto the floor during that time when classes were in the process of changing. Books, umlmrellas, over- shoes, stale sandwiches, and other possessions were scattered to the winds by a furtire and accidental kick delivered ln' some passing student. Tina seemed amused: Gerald, puzzled. The problem was :i common une, nn overtaxed locker.

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T 920399 How we loved thee? Yes, when we played, we played hard, when we worked, we worked hard also. We absorbed academic subject matter, we tried our hand at various trade and occupational situations, we learned to get along with others, and we attempted to measure our capabilities and find a use- ful channel for them. We acquired the feeling of responsibility, a respect for others, an un- derstanding of democracy and our place in it, and finally-but definitely not the least-a sense of values which would stand us in good stead in the future. VVe met many people during our high school days. Some were good, some not so good, all had their effects on us. We would remember good teachers and mediocre teachers. We would recall good friends and mediocre friends. No matter what course our lives took in the post graduate days, they were unmistakably shaped and molded by the experiences which came to us during our high school days. Undoubtedly, good or bad luck, success or oblivion were destined to our individual classmates. Years hence it would be a great source of amusement to peruse these and the other pages of this annual, saying to ourselves, I remember him when . . .D This was our senior hnmeroom, and it also served as a study hall. Here one could observe a cross section qf our student body. Some studied, some played, some slept, some chewed, etc. It was also fertile ground for comics, mushy magazines, Mickey Spillanes: and it was here that many notes first saw the light of day. Page Seventeen