Fulton Centralized School - Fultonian Yearbook (Swanton, OH)

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SENIORS

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Through the Years . . . 1 he life of a student as he travels down the years ith all its joys and griefs, with all its laughs, and fears. Has been written in poems, has been sung in song, and verse Has been written into novels, and the movies—even worse. So why should we, who have no claim to literary fame. lake on a job that has been done by those who have the name? They’ve done it sad. they’ve done it glad, and every other way, So what is left for those who know not even what to say? But let us try, at any rate, to see what we can do And take a look at our school life as it looks to me and you. hirst things first, and so we went to school at the age of six And started in the lowest grade to begin to learn the tricks. Readin’, ’ritin’. ’rithmetic, the simplest form you know And drawing things and cutting-out and now and then a show. Then on we went to second grade, and then the third and fourth. And learned such things as geography, east, west, and north. The fifth and sixth were harder still, with other studies new. History, science, social stuff! What they did to me and you! Then came that great and fateful day. when we—both you and 1 Quit our roles of grade school kids—we now were Junior High. Classes came in different rooms, with different teachers, too. But studies also got quite hard, and sometimes left us blue. But on we worked and finally made the ninth or freshman year And joined the band, played some ball, and yelled with each school cheer. General science, typing, shop, were among the subjects new The girls were learning how to cook, and couples paired off. too. 1 he sophomore year was next in line, with more and different things Htr boys were Varsity players now—other things a new year brings. Other things we think of, now and then, remember, too. What better records we would make, could we begin anew! Our junior year brought more new work, responsibility, too We ran the paper, gave our play, (the stars were me and you) Oh. yes, we held offices—and positions, we surely had them. Organizations, group, and class ran on our enthusiasm. The senior year—then at last, the ladder’s top was won The days went by and finally we reached that last big one Graduation filled our life, it soaked through every pore It swelled through our entire day. and there was even more. e could look back on our whole school life, and stop to think awhile And maybe frown a little, and yes. perhaps smile. The frowns of course, for moments lost when we were not too bright Rut smiles come through when we can see. it all came out all right. —Pi. E. Hathaway.

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Seniors JANICE HABEL “Jan” “Success is getting what you w a n t, happiness is wanting what you get.” Band—1, 2, 3, 4. Boosters—1, 2, 3, 4. Cheerleader—1, 2, 3. Class Officers—1, 2, 3, 4. ‘The Daffy Dills”—3. “Aunt Tillie Goes To Town”—4. Echo Staff—3, 4. Fultoniati—4. Glee Club—1, 2. 3, 4. Y-Teens—1, 2. ZUMA ROBERTS “Zuma” “Cast t h y bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days.” Baud—1, 2, 3. 4. Boosters—1, 2, 3, 4. Class Officer—A. “The Daffy Dills”—3. “Aunt Tillie Goes To Town”—4. Echo Staff—3, 4. Fultonian—I. Glee Club—1. 2, 3. 4. Librarian—1, 2, 3, 4. Peace Declamation—1, 3. Y-Teens—1, 2.