Grantsville High School - Arch Yearbook (Grantsville, MD)

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May 19, 1948 Dear Diary: This was a night to remember. The Junior-Senior Prom was held in the gym which was decorated in aqua and silver, the Senior Class colors. Raising the money and arranging for entertainment, decorations and other things were big pro- blems for us, but we all agree that it was well worth it. May 26, 1948 Dear Diary: The operetta, ‘Tulip Time’’, which the music department has been working on was a very successful performance of which we are proud. June 10, 1948 Dear Diary: Here we are on the night of our annual Commencement. How solumn the Seniors looked as they marched in, double file, to receive their diplomas. September 8, 1948 Dear Diary: School began today as the Class of '49 sauntered proudly into the halls of G. H. S. with over-sized heads. Our Class Adviser is Miss Speicher and our Class President is Delford Crowe. Two new members have been added to the Faculty-- Miss Morford and Mr. Lantz. October 11, 1948 Dear Diary: The Grantsville High School Music Department was proudly re- presented at the Maryland All-State Chorus by Phyllis Resh and Jean Yommer, also by Margie Kinsinger and Richard Bender who participated in the All-State Band held at Baltimore last week. November 9, 1948 Dear Diary: Seniors have been trying, under the supervision of Mr. Grimm, to become good drivers of the dual-control car which was donated for our use by the Casselman Motor Company. How thrilling it is to really drive with all confidence (if not in ourselves, at least in our instructor, who is ready to correct our mistakes). February 7, 1949 Dear Diary: The sun is shining brightly today, and a warm breeze is blowing out- side. Second semester is flying by, and already, the students are counting the weeks until school is out. Especially, the Seniors are looking forward to graduation, but before Commencement comes the Variety Show’’ to be given by the Music Department, the Prom, and other activities that go to make up high school life. June 9, 1949 Dear Diary: Today is the day we have waited for--Graduation. Forty-eight Seniors will receive diplomas tonight. Graduation will take place in the school auditor- ium. To the school, we bid a lamented ‘‘goodbye’’ and to our teachers, a hearty thanks’’. 19

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LOOSE LEAVES FROM THE DIARY OF THE CLASS OF FORTY-NINE September 4, 1945 Dear Diary: Today, sixty-three Freshmen assembled in the auditorium to begin the exciting life of honest-to-goodness high school students at last. Already, they are calling us the verdant Freshmen. October 8, 1945 Dear Diary: This has been a very exciting day. We poor Freshie Home Economics girls were initiated into the ‘‘Future Homemakers of America Club’’. Such silly re- quirements they gave us: ! We had to carry dolls, wear our clothes backwards, carry our books in buckets, bow to Seniors, and many other things that are crazy but lots of fun anyway. January 10, 1946 Dear Diary: Our Freshman Party was held in the gym today. We played games under the guidance of Mr. Replogle and Miss Purcell, and had refreshments of ice cream, cookies and chocolate milk. June 8, 1946 Dear Diary: Today marked the end of our Freshman year in Grantsville High School. Don't you think the greenness is fading ? September 3, 1946 Dear Diary: Again we entered the halls of learning at G. H. S. We were sorry to learn that our principal, Mr. Getty, had gone from our midst, but we have the feeling that Mr. Brown will do a good job. Among the other unfamiliar faces, we find those of Thelma Lowry, Edda Runze, and Joe Myers. We know that they will become loyal cit- izens of Grantsville High School. May 17, 1947 Dear Diary: The Minstrel Show went off with a ‘‘bang’’ tonight. Rumor has it that it was one of the best amateur shows ever given in Grantsville High School. June 6, 1947 Dear Diary: The Seniors of °47 graduated tonight in the school auditorium. Fare- well, Seniors of °47. September 2, 1947 Dear Diary: ‘‘Not at the top but still climbing. Fifty-three Juniors. Our Class Adviser is Miss Caulk. February 12, 1948 Dear Diary: Tonight the F. H. A. and F. F. A. held a Valentine Party in the school gymnasium, Nearly everyone was there and we had a very good time. May 15, 1948 Dear Diary: This has been a busy week for us all. Our Mother- Daughter Banquet was held last Thursday (May 6), and the F. F. A. Banquet, last evening (May 13) in the school auditorium. Juniors and Seniors were honored guests 18

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CLASS PROPHECY Classmates, friends so dear; since the day we were elected prophets of the Class of 1949, we have spent many eager, weary, fruitless hours in searching for some inkling of what is to be, some power to prophesy the future of our classmates. How often we have crept from our bed at midnight and strolled through the dark streets of Granstville, hoping against hope that a bird of wisdom might utter s0me word of prophecy. All of this searching, however, was in vain, and we find ourselves tonight ap- pearing before you unprepared. As a last resort, we rushed to the Holmes and Wallace Studio, and lo? we found a cracked looking glass which gave us a glimpse into the future. What is this we see? An operating room, heavy with anesthetic! The doctors and nurses wait in silence. The suspense is appalling. The head nurse opens a door noiselessly, nods to someone outside and is announcing in a low whisper, ‘‘The patient will live.’ We recognize our old classmates, Mary Jane Emory as the great surgeon and another classmate, Nancy Campbell. Next, the cheery atmosphere of a little cottage in the country. We see six chil- dren gathered round their mother. And were we surprised: An old friend, Marilyn Jones. And who is the man coming down the walk? Why, it’s Delford Crowe’ But the scene has changed to a boxing ring in Baltimore. There is the famous middleweight champion, Robert Colgan, our old pal. Look: What comes next? We see a teacher before a group of high school students who are all sitting before typewriters trying to hit the right keys with the right fingers. As the teacher goes among the students telling them what to do,,we recognize her as Juanita Arbogast. The next picture that appears before us is a law office. There, a divorce case is brought before the judge. With the deftness the judge uses in the case, we know he is the one and only Donald Glotfelty. What is this we see? A wide expanse of waters, whose turbulent waves rise and fall with a wild and furious roar! What bark glides so fearlessly o’er the sea? It nears? Who can be the pilot who successfully guides the ship over these stormy billows? I see him at the helm. Can it be--it is--Harry Durst’ Gone so suddenly? A busy street, full of honking cars and people. Look, there goes a taxi: And on its side is painted, ‘‘Pete and Charley’s Cab Service.’ The names sound familiar, but, of course, it couldn't be. But, look’? The driver is Anthony Drees and his companion is Charles Caton. Intense heat, but a nice breeze as we drive along. We see acres of flowers and ferns. How lovely! This turn in the drive reveals the home of the florist, a white marble masion, a perfect setting for the flowers. We are fortunate, for the hostess is just saying a pleasant good-bye to some of her friends. Her golden hair, her blue eyes show her to be the flower of flowers, Violet Durr. 20