Hanover High School - Revonah Yearbook (Hanover, IL)

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4 g REVONAH « SENIOR CLASS HISTORY ‘THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES’ One fine, bright September third of 1940. twenty-eight fine, bright kiddies presented them- selves to the first grade teacher Mrs. Gathe. For many, that first day was the ‘beginning of the end”; for others it was a time of mounting excitement, a step forward into the “grown-up world. Those first graders who were to someday make up the “grown-up world were- Doris Bratten. Jane Calvert. Ronald Calvert. Eileen Chapman, Kenneth Campbell. Beverly Cook Sharon Fletcher. George Franchis. Marchetta Harkness, Everett Kirchner. Jimmy Lindberg’ Edward McCarty, Billy McDaniel, Tommy McIntyre. Betty Jean Noton. Terry O'Rourke. Betty Mae Paisley. Carl Paisley, Neil Schaible. Kathleen Sullivan. Clifford Vandervate, Dorothy Wunder. Margaret wunder. Harold Simons. James Espe. Ludwig Albrecht. Jerald Belk and Dwayne Englund. Many dropped out of school and moved away before second grade, but these vacancies were filled by many new students who moved to Hanover because of Craig Manor. Included in this second grade group under Miss Gibbs were some that are in our graduating class: Joanne Brandt. Barbara Harris. Arditn Conzett, and Pat Massic. The third grade came as quite a shock to some, for they hadn't expected to pass from the second grade. As it was. in the third grade with Miss Koehn as our teacher, we received eleven new stucients. none ol wnom are still with us. There was one student, however, who will always remain, with us who know' him, in our memories. Georgie Franchis was our problem child, and the sight he presented as he sat behind his raised desk top. swearing and crying, was one not to be forgotten. By this time. too. we had classes in the new wing, and were kept busy with daily milk periods, war-bonos. and trying to use our entire arm when we wrote instead of just our wrist. These activities were carried on into the fourth grade under Miss Wagner, and among other students. Geraldine Wescott, Clifford Unangst. Phillip Ferguson. Nancy Ireland and Fred Miller joined us. Oh. happy day! What tender memories: snowball fights, with the girls loving every minute they were getting their taces washed by a boy; cops and robbers—the boys the cops, the girls the robbers, result—a chase; the vacant seat where Freddie sometimes sat whenever he felt like coming to school; Eileen Chapman, the champion marble-player. Then suddenly 1944 was upon us and with it fifth grade under Miss Sampson for the first semester and Miss Meier for the second. More class hikes to Cottonwood; more picnics behind the scncol; and new classmates. Under Mrs. Seeley in the sixth grade, we spent a good deal of our time with art—painting, drawing, weaving. During that year we made a trip through the woolen mill, and began to wonder just what our boys were coming to! There were numerous after-school sessions, and a strong de- sire on the boys’ part to get even with the girls who told on them. It was in the sixth grade that Therese Jestice and Wilbur Smith, a colorful character, entered our class. The picture of Wilbur, a rather big boy. imitating the other boys in Tarzanic antics by jumping from a tree- top to a limb below him which instead of springing, cracked in two. is a memory for those who saw it. Seventh grade came around with Mrs. Keene as our teacher; included in the arrival of new classmates was Joyce Thompson. That year was one of preparation in getting us ready for eig.ith grade which prepared us for high school. There were the usual picnics, parties and crushes, and finally 1947 rolled around with the eighth grade in tow. Mrs. Morrison as our teacher, and the careful cautions and suggestions given us for our coming high school years. Darla Larson and Carol Randecker joined us and as the days for eighth grade graduation drew near we remembered our previous school days. But the day did come in 1948 when thirty-four meek students, representing the class of ‘52 began their high school careers. Of course at first we were unsure of ourselves and it took a little time to get used to high school. Especially after Freshman initiation we thought we’d never be the same again, but we bore in mind as a consolation, that someday we would be seniors. High School did prove exciting and we became avid followers of c ur home town sports exhibitions. In that year Virgil Curtis. Gladys Ready. Neva Boldt. Harold Haggerty. Mary Haug. and Betty Whitington entered high school with us. We chose Miss Sword as our class advisor. We had a new principal also. O. L. Haile, who replaced G. E. Stutzman. cur principal all during our grade school days. In our Sophomore year we chose M ss Ryan as our class advisor and welcomed two new class, mates: Mary Alice Finley, and Sang Shin Yun. a Korean boy who added to our experiences with his interesting tales of his country. Another point of high interest for many of the Sophomores was the trip to Chicago, taken by the Biology class, to visit the museums and the aquarium. Our Junior year proved quite a hectic, happy, hurried, busy time for all of us. for we had a great many things to accomplish: we sold refreshments at all of our home football and basketball games; we put cn a play Brother Goose under the direction of Mr. Schuett. our class advisor; we sponsored the Junior-Senior Prom and used Dreamer’s Holiday as our theme; manv of us helped in the writing of our school paper and we enjoyed a fun-filled picnic at the Palisades Park as our last get-together of our Junior Year. Bill Mercer helped us with all these things as he joined us the second semester. And now our Senior Year is here and the memories it has left us will be cherished right along with all the rest. This year we had no new students and again chose Mr. Schuett as our class advisor. This yearbook has taken up a good share of our time: we sponsored a play Oh. Promise Me - we played the mighty Seniors over the insignificant Freshmen on Initiation day: our boys figured prominently in both football and basketball: we had a Christmas Dance, record dances, bake sales, a book sale, and a wonderful trip to Washington. D. C. So ends our Senior Year, but looking back on our high school days and the Joys they held in their Proms, parties, dances, picnics and friendships: the work they held in their magazine sales, plays and studies, and the memories they held in all that we ever did and accomplished and gained—we the Senior Class of 1952 have regret that they've gone, we have happiness for the experiences we've shared, for the friendships we've formed, we have gratitude for the guidance shown us from that first day of school when we embarked on a great adventure to our last day of school when we embarked on an even greater adventure—that of facing the future on our own -• 1 9 5 2 t7 L '