Fort Lauderdale High School - Ebb Tide Yearbook (Fort Lauderdale, FL)

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CLASS HISTORY Looking back through the mirror of time we brush the chalk dust from our eyes and review four unforgettable years of life at LHS. Everyone told us these years were to prove “the best years of our lives”, although sometimes we were not so sure. They were busy years filled with many things— semester exams, school yells, football games, and patio dances. ‘ nd we all remember dozens of incidents which made the saga of school years real and remembered to each of us. Our first day as freshmen was an event! We felt it was quite an achievement and began the year with high hopes. The Freshman Hi-Y and Tri-Hi-Y were soon organized and many hastened to join. Most of the girls were taking Home Ec- onomics and were experiencing the horror of tasting their first cooking. In one such class, four budding poets—Betty Faupel, Ellen Baxley, Cathy Dempsy, and Marilyn Albrekt- sen—wrote a poem which they dedicated to Mrs. Smalley. In simple terms it stated: English is fun And Latin can’t be beat. But let’s give up Home Ec. And just go OUT and eat! Not in the least daunted, Mrs. Smalley replied: English is just dumb And Latin you’ll repeat But you cant give up Home Ec. Cause Mrs. Smalley is too sweet. In still another class, Benita Mahone and Carolyn Ter- rone fought a duel with pins at five paces. Although their spirits were somewhat dampened when they were informed that they would have to stay in that afternoon, they quickly brightened when the teacher’s sixth hour class gave her a surprise shower and Carolyn and Benita arrived just in time for refreshments. As a class we began to take an added interest in school affairs and gave our whole-hearted support to the Junior Student Council and its President, Gene Brackett. Clubs were of paramount interest and some of the girls joined the Pep Squeaks. The Junior Honor Society also enjoyed a successful year under the guidance of Wray Hammer. Our year as Fresh- men passed with amazing rapidity and suddenly we were Sophomores. This marked the year of our first real organization, with Gene Brackett leading the class as President. Needless to say, the highlight of the year was the Sophomore dance, “Dreamers’ Holiday, at which Nancy Champlin reigned as queen. Her attendants were Patsy Grimm, Louise Love. Mar- garet Chandelier, Cathy Dempsey, Joan Daniels, and Sue Middleton. This was also the year that Girls’ Intramurals began the bitter contests between the Blues and the Whites. The gym dancing classes started meeting every Friday and were looked forward to with varying degrees of anticipation and apprehension. The inauguration of the long homeroom periods caused numerous discussions in the halls in the mornings. There was just a touch of formaldehyde in the air as biology became an important phase pi school work. And then almost before we had become accustomed to being Sophomores we became Juniors. With a spurt of activity that never diminished, we began our Junior year under the able guidance of Chuck Wenger. The highly successful class play, “My Sister Eileen.” pro- duced a bright star, Joan Daniels, in the title role. It was rumored that the backstage crew had just as much fun as the actors, in producing this entertaining comedy. And Barl ara Stone, the prompter, produced a comedy of her own when she tried to give Hal Potter a hot foot which he didn’t even notice. The class learned to work as an organized unit to produce such spectales as Harvest Moon,” the Thanksgiving dance. Many Juniors also took part in the Mardi Gras, put on by the Student Council. One of the most memorable of the patio dances was the “Halloween Howl.” At about this time the fa- mous Rebel flag began to make its appearance at the foot- ball games. The upsurge of loyalty to the Confederate Cause brought real Southern smiles to the faces of Madeline Land, Josh Wilson, and Patsy McIntyre. Weeks of work went into the May dance and pageant May Memories. Carolyn Terrone and Barbara Musselman represented our class as the Junior May Queen candidates. And then hoopla and campaign speeches invaded LHS cam- pus during the Student Council elections. When the smoke cleared, the results showed that Chuck Wenger was the people’s choice for President of the student body. Politics again became prominent when delegates from LHS attended Girls’ and Boys’ State in Tallahassee. Individual class mem- bers were given recognition as Carolyn Green added new laurels to her swimming accomplishments, and Jim Staples was given an award from the Harvard Club. Then to climax all the activities—the Prom, held at the fa- mous Boco Raton Cabana Club, in honor of the Seniors. Thus we ended our most outstanding year. SENIORS ... It hardly seemed possible that we could claim this prized status. Using our favorite phrase. Seniors first, as a motto, we began one of the most exciting and eventful times of our lives. Jean Crosby was chosen as the first “Student of the Month” and was followed in this honor by other worthy students. Then came those sparkling Christmas holidays and the never-to-be-forgotten Christmas dance, sponsored by the Seniors. The class members maintained their fine tradition with the Senior play. Life With Father, and enjoyed another dramatic success. The approach of the long-heralded Skip Day was greeted with cries of joy and enjoyed with much hilarity. Another “strictly for Seniors” affair was the Senior Tea at which everyone appeared dressed in his best, feeling quite grown-up and dignified. There was also the traditional battle royal over the choice of a May Queen who reigned graciously over the pageant and dance. Our final high school dance was indeed a won- derful memory. It was the prom and given in honor of the seniors. Then came Class Night, which proved to be a re- markable exhibition of the class talent. At last walking slowly to the strains of “Pomp and Circumstance” we wrote the close to the final chapter of our high school career . . . Graduation. Looking again into the mirror of time, the past begins to fade; but the bright light of the future glows with renewed brilliance.

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