Hanover High School - Melange Yearbook (Hanover, IN)

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wind- WSQK1 ' ' ' ' 1 4040- . -3:1,rse-q. -Munn. an nnuunnv .XX 'X Nxt funk! ij ,mx-A-un-n V ilX.'.'l....r 1 5 C. ,Hg MLEST WE FORGETU CMemories of the Seniorsl There are always things wefd like to forget but yet most of our memories are pleasant ones. Here are a few of themg some are amusing, others--quite serious. When we were eighth graders and Mr. Weir sponsored our class, do you remember the Hunters Stew we ate on one of our picnics, not forgetting the ride in Ferg- uson's truck and our hair blowing wildly? You haven't forgotten,have you, some of the ncrush esu of olden days? For instance: Peggy Kleopfer and Lee Douglas, Norma Pender and Kenneth Tull, Bonnie Ferg uson and Marvin Thurman Cetc.J, Anne Parker and Boone LaGrange, Anna Jo Kelley and Irvin Long and many, many others. Oh yes, I musn't fail to mention Lottie Wood's ardent admiration for Mr. CPidJ LaGrange. Do you remember when Jeanette Scott, one of our worthy classmates, became seriously ill and everyone was so concerned about her? Those of you who attended the County Tourney of'38 at Central,shall never forget, I'm sure, the feeling of joy andahappiness after the boys won the County Tourney County Champs of l958l!! You haven't forgotten all of your old practice teachers, have you? Remember Prather, Horton, Ebersole Cwho had to put her tongue in her cheek to keep from laughing at our absurdityl, Allison and Turner? And what about Grace Clark's birthday party, where we almost made a ditch around the house--playing nspin the milk bottle?n hasn't that fun? How many of you could sit down. and tell the tale of HThe Travels of Bonnie Ferguson's Ringn? Oh, that would be hard, wouldn't it? l'll never forget when we played hide-go seek at Clifty Park on a Freshman picnic. It was pitch dark-- Nall the more exciting,U says I. It was really quite a treat to see all the girls decked out in spring hats and the fellows with ties on Cfor oncel on the morning of our Junior-Senior trip,'4O And last, but far, far from least, is the memorycf our victory in the County Tourney l94l. Yes, we won again--County Champs of l94lL21 I 0 Pffi .9 4 'if' 1