Elwood Community High School - Crescent Yearbook (Elwood, IN)

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It didn’t happen all at once, but gradually... school work became unbearable . . . the air smelled fresher, greener . . . skies were bluer, girls prettier—it was spring! A wisp of smoke, and the thin runners shoot out, straining in precisioned strides as they streak over the soft cinders . . . Convertibles with tops down, tennis, carry your jacket to school, watch the trees turn green, loaf outside Sam’s before the bell. The White Sox win nine straight, Easter dresses are in bright colors, and let’s go swimming at Clearwater! A night to remember: the Prom. After weeks of preparation, soft music, roses, dinner jackets, and smooth-shouldered girls— the young in love, and the cool night of stars. Graduation a few weeks away. “I won’t cry when I leave this place, that’s for sure!” “Boy! I’ll be a sophomore!” The last days were spent at gay and melancholy parties ... then came the caps and gowns . . . practices . . . and finally— Commencement!

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of the Year First snow fell when the basketball team played (and won) their initial games at Plymouth and Warsaw . . . The days grew shorter, colder ... a welcome Thanksgiving vacation . . . trading class pictures . . . report cards. Oh. “Is there a pep session this afternoon? Wow, I haven’t seen her around before! Look! My names’s in the Megaphone!” Christmas—the Crescent Dance, Santa Claus at the freshman party, seniors caroling in the halls, presents, and church on Christmas morning. FIGHT PANTHERS FIGHT! Tipton came close . . . the Silver Horseshoe ... Snow! falling like fine lace from a giant sewing basket—trees and cars in icy shells. And after school... “We have just one other announcement this afternoon: The throwing of snowballs in the school area is NOT to be tolerated!” Too many coats on the hall racks, new letter jackets, dancing in the Den at noon—Win that sectional!

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It was all over, seemingly. .. For the underclassmen, there remained two, perhaps three more happy years. But for the seniors, the joyous high school days had ended . . . they remembered— the ball games, the teachers, tests, homerooms, friends, and loves . . . During four years, they played and laughed and in more somber moments, they prayed ... and studied ... and wished— not that they could begin anew, for the call of maturity was beckoning—but they wished they had kept some sort of diary, some record of these few, early years. This book is that record, created by the people who appear on its pages, and who lived its events . . . These individuals now go their separate ways, into the wonderful, challenging world. They enjoyed the American heritage of a free education. And they not only learned—they learned to live. 7