Garrett High School - Aeolian Yearbook (Garrett, IN)

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Altonions, Lou and Marg . . . Oddball Higgins . . . Open the door—Earl . . , What ' s that grin for, Gloria? . . . Where have you been, Billy boy? . . . Round an ' Round we go . . . Achievements . . . Can you drive it, Stanley? . . , Sophisticated Seniors ... Ye Ole Alma Mater . . . Looks like a soft seat for Donna and Marg . . . Personality gals, Miss Krutza and Mrs. Sweeney . . . Phid the Kid . . . Hit him again Dave, harder, harder . . . Skin ' em alive Minniear . . . The Rendezvous . . . Paul Mortorff . . . Fuzzy ' s bug room.

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Remember Seniors? Many moons ago, we, the seniors, started on our wondrous trek across the G. H. S. Reservation. Long had we looked forward to the time when we should have completed this arduous migration, and should have won the glorious title, warrior. In the beginning, that time seemed so very far away, but tern pus fugit. Now that we are about to conclude this journey, we are prone to review and to m eas- ure our spoils with a feeling of mingled joy and sorrow; joy because of the any conquests which have been ours, and sorrow because we must leave the happy familiar associations and move on to nev hunting grounds. How eagerly, yet, how trepidatly we entered our first year of high school. With the keen eye of the Owl, the cautious step of the runner, the super strength of the Eagle, and the courage of the Braves, we have continuously been participants of the many new adven¬ tures which the reservation has afforded. All along the trek have been new class room sub¬ jects to conquer; new conquests with which to battle; new tribesmen with whom to play and to work, and from whom to choose special friends. Many were the spec ' .acular and high light experiences all through the moons; but especially do we like to reflect upon the time during which we were full-fledged Braves. It hardly seemed possible that we had come so far so quickly. What fun planning for the big ceremonial dance, the Junior-Senior banquet. Preparing for it took time, work, and ef¬ fort. But we felt amply repaid, however, when we stepped into the soft glow of the candle lighted gym and heard the strains of the inviting dance music from Richard Pepple ' s or¬ chestra; and saw the beautiful hand-made roterpieces, the girls in their brightly-colored for- fence, the tables with their lovely flower centerpieces, the girl in their brightly colored for- mals gracefully dancing with the festive attired Braves and Warriors. Too, this was a year of great moment at the reservation for the athletes. Some of them were on the first team and won those flashy maroon sweaters; several won letters, the symbols of hard- fought battles. Then the class-rings came, shiny, gold glass-rings with our initials on the inside. They, too, were symbols of accomplishments; we had worked moons to accummulate enough victories to merit the privilege of wearing these rings. At last came the final camp¬ fire, the Junior-Senior picnic. At that we played baseball, took hikes, swam, talked, and ate. How we did eat! Yes, those wonderful times are to be remembered always. Looking back over our high school life, it is now that we can really see how much fun has been ours. Growing in fellowship with our classmates, learning to be good sports, and remembering that our boys were out there doing their best whether they won or lost a game. Yes, we regret to leave the G. H. S. Reservation. Our Senior year is especially one to be long remembered. Conquering new class room subjects, getting our black and white class sweaters; choosing class colors, flower, and motto; working on the Aeolian; getting measured for caps and gowns; producing the class play; looking forward to another won¬ derful banquet; reading the school paper; these are the things that will linger in our memo¬ ries forever. To the teachers who have so generously guided, encouraged, and maybe at times, forced some of us to victory, we extend our most sincere thanks and appreciation. So it is now, that we say goodbye to you, the Reservation, the chiefs, the tribal chiefs, and to the many tribesmen. May your days of walking the foot-trails and attempts at conquering the variable forces of the G. H. S. Reservation be as happy and profitable as ours have been. 12