Elston High School - Elstonian Yearbook (Michigan City, IN)

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S aac C. 6£ ton Senion Hlak Sckao Where the students arrive in the middle of the night and leave soon after the sun gets to the half-way mark If you were to look out into the barren streets of this fair city almost any morning during the week, there would be, here and there, a sleepy stumbling figure, slowly making its way to the large yellow brick building on the corner of Detroit and Lafayette Streets. The condition of the weather makes no difference. It may be rainy, it may be sunshiny and warm, or it may be snowy and cold, but the 7:30 classes are always filled. Upon the arrival of 7:35, another assorted group goes trudging slowly to room 2 I 5, where they will sit for half an hour just to see the sun come up. At 8:15 the rest of the mob begins to move in. Among these are Academics, Generals, Commercials, and Vocationals. The Academic has the most trouble of any (just ask one, he’ll tell you). You might find one busily mumbling and grumbling, in mixed languages, over a proposition in geometry, or wondering why he ever signed up for English 7 and 8. A General you would probably find doing anything from speaking Latin to drawing pictures. He is among the undecided, can’t quite make up his mind whether to go to college or spend the rest of his life in high school. Advancing farther down the hall, you are likely to see some students punching typewriters. Way in the back of the room are some more, tearing their hair over which machine will add two and two. These people, of course, are the ones freshly out of commercial arithmetic. Moving through the pandemonium of the junior high school, you arrive at the industrial arts building. Down at the far corner one can see through a glass door some boys perched on high stools, concentrating heavily on the blue print at hand. Of course, there are periodic pencil sharpenings and thumb tack on the neighbor’s seat episodes, mixed in with a few handwashing and joke-telling conferences, but the students usually succeed in getting the work partly finished. After drifting silently past the band rooms, where faint vibrations originate, (looking for the lost chord), you travel down the stairs to the auto, machine, and woodshops, where the future car builders, machine operators, and carpenters of the world are learning their business. As three o’clock appears on the scene, approximately 75', of the student body leaves the building for a job in a war plant or a downtown store. Here we must insert a warning to all visitors to the building. When the first sound of a bell falls on your ear, attach yourself, by means of a skyhook, to the ceiling, or jump into the nearest locker. This is to avoid any injuries that might be sustained upon being knocked to the marble floor and trampled upon by the mad hoards gushing forth from the nearby rooms. During the sixth period the Elstonian staff is busy at work on the year book. In your travel during the last period, you are apt to be accosted by someone, gurgling for directions to room 214. Pay no attention to him; he’s just the editor trying to meet a two-day-old deadline. As 4 P. M. rolls around, the remainder of the student body forlornly leaves its beloved classrooms and cherished books for the closing of another day at M. C. High.

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©education To the members of the graduating; class of 1945 in the service of their country, the ELSTON1AN staff gratefully and respectfully dedicates this book.

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SckooC diuiid!i.ri Here it is — your glimpse of the high school youth on parade. We are presenting a series of events that link the students together with work, play, and study. You’ll see us in every mood. On these pages you see some pictures of the school and grounds, but this is only a start. This 1945 Elstonian is the year book put out by Michigan City High School. The book contains pictures of the seniors, basket ball, football, girls’ sports, faculty, and general snaps from here and there. Don’t be surprised if you see yourself in some group picture or snapshot. A high school year in pictures starts right here. —