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

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The Isaac C. Elston Senior High School

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Within These Portals These doors are quite familiar to the average hoy and girl of Michigan City, as is the case with anything which one encounters several times a day for the better part of three years. Much happens in that surprisingly short period of time between one’s first bewildering entry into the high school through these doors and that day when they swing shut behind one for the last time, thus concluding a very pleasant chapter in one’s life. The many experiences encountered during one’s high school days, some of which will be recalled with greater pleasure than others, are mellowed by the passing of time, and the senior walking out to Detroit Street for the last time usually finds his eyes growing just a little dim with nostalgia. The front doors of the high school are like the opening of a kaleidoscope, in which is revealed hundreds of colorful, ever-changing experiences. There is no finer way to start the day off right than by walking toward the building on a bright and warm April morning, with the voices of the glee club members wafting from open windows and the cottonwoods on the lawn looking as if someone had impishly dusted them with snow during the night. Think of all the smells which we have come to associate with the high school: the tempting odors which float up from the cafeteria at that time of the morning when the hands of the clock appear as if they will never reach 11:45; the penetrating smell of paint and varnish which permeates the building on the first day of school; the savory, unmistakable odor of the Junior Class s pop corn which finds its way to the building from the new auditorium the afternoon before a basketball game; and last, hut certainly not least, those indescribable stenchs produced by chemistry students. If their proficiency in the field of chemistry is equal to the power, variety, and penetrating quality of the odors which they induce with so little apparent effort, we have a number of potential chemical engineers in our midst. Day-to-day school affairs are occasionally brightened, perhaps merely by a convocation or a pep session. Speculation is rampant whenever a social event approaches. Who’s going with who?” is the all-important question. The atmosphere is electric with ever-increasing expectancy the week before that day marked in red on any upper classman’s calendar — the Junior Class Prom. There are times, like report card or exam days, when the prevailing atmosphere is one of restlessness and uneasiness. Then, despite the frequency with which they are received, one always experiences a hard, cold, rather shocking blow in the stomach, accompanied by the thought “Now' what have I done?” on being presented one of those small slips of paper requesting the recipient’s presence in the office of C. F. Humphrey AT ONCE! The business of learning is hard work, regardless of whether you are a commercial, a vocational, or an academic student; but if we had to, we wouldn’t mind doing it again, because we enjoyed every — well, almost every minute of it! — 5 —

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