Harrison High School - Harrisonian Yearbook (Gaston, IN)

Page 18 text:

SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Rosemary Long,' Janet Hiatt, Leona Cannon, Frances Justice, Gordon Carter, Wannitta Clock, Paul Jester. Vernon Needham, Annabellc Thomas, and Lila Nauman were ten of the scared little kids who started in the first grade class of 1936. If you listened you could hear a few of us howling madly at the thought of being so far away fromou r mammas and papas. Mary Wright came to our class from Royerton the first year. Our teacher was Mrs. Gossett. In the second grade, our teacher was Mrs. McDaniels. Verlin Sollars came from Royerton, and Caroline Morgan from Gaston. Rosemary Long left to attend Royerton. In the third grade, Mrs. Gwaltney was our teacher. Rosemarv Long came back from Royerton. Miss McCreery was our teacher in the fourth grade. Arthur Bryan came from Daleville and Harold Brown from Gaston. Mrs. Smith was our teacher in the fifth grade. Lenora Johnston came during our fifth year. Mr. McCreery was our sixth grade teacher. Barbara Darter came from Yorktown and Lila Nauman returned from Yorktown. Upon entering the assembly in the seventh year, our sponsor was Mr. Darrell Miller. Darrell and Car- roll Copping came from California and Glen Himes from Yorktown. Gene Davis joined our class from Muncie. In the eighth grade, Mrs. Jean Smith was our spansor. Betty Borum came from Orestes. Our sponsor in the ninth grade was Mrs. Townse id. Ervin Melson came from Anderson in the middle of the last semester. Our sponsor for the tenth grade, as for all our High School years was Mrs. Townsend. Arthur Bryan came back from Daleville. In the eleventhgrade, Marcus Kingen came from Anderson and Bill Hart from Gaston. Bob Fink a vetran is making up a few credits and will graduate with us. Now, in our last year of High School at good old Harrison, we hope to gain new stu lents and to retain the ones we now have. CLASS WILL Leona Cannon bequeaths her brown eyes to Wanda Finley and her tan to Donna Sites. Gene Davis be- queaths his teasing ways to Carl Heistand and his mustache to Bob Puterbaugh. Arthur Bryan bepueaths his tallness to Chuck Smith and his curly hair to Richard Adams. Glen Himes bequeaths his way to take a ounch in the eye to Jack Walls and his ways with the women to Ermel McCord. Betty Borum bequeaths her sales ability to Larry Campbell and her typing speed to' James Coppock. Harold Brown bequeaths his physique to Max Clevenger and his way of saying “Yes Mam” to Mrs. Townsend to Freddie Niccum. Gordon Carter bequeaths his pony to Mr. Glancy and his rope tricks to Paul Smith. Wannitta Clock bequeaths her ability to skate to Miss Keller and her excellent driving ability to Dick Fedor. Darrell Copping bequeaths Ivs book to Vadais Davis and his “Faultless” Chevrolet to Kenneth Borror. Carroll Copping bequeaths his harmonica to Bill Doughty and his “Faultless” Chevrolet to Billy Curts. Barbara Darter bequeaths her voice to Willetta Hunter and her friendliness to Susan Benadum. Bill Hart bequeaths his Buick to Gene Foust (inpuire at Hartleys wrecking yard) and his pig (Sallv Rand) to Richard Johnson. Annabelle Thomas bequeaths her giggle to Wanda Rector and her blonde hair to Marjorie Shaner and her ten gallon hat to Diana Brookshire. Paul Jester bequeaths his slenderness to William Pierce and his curly well groomed hair to Bruce McColm. Lenora Johnston bequeaths her artistic talents to Barbara McKnight and her slender waist line to Cuba Hessler. Francis Justice bequeaths her long golden hair to Betty Sollars and her personality t ' Regina Long. Mark Kingen bequeaths his chemistry grades to anyone who’s fool enough to take it and his Guernsey cows to James Anderson. Rosemary Long bequeaths her chewing gum to Dorothy Hiatt and her blue eyes to Helen Wright. Coralenc Morgan bequeaths her willingness to work to Maxine Welsh and her seat in the 47 Buick to Jackie Smith. Class of 1947-48 (Seal) Frances Justice Leona Cannon Arthur Bryan Gene Davis Wannitta Clock

Page 17 text:

CLASS PROPHECY The anxiety of twelve long years had finally come to a climax with Graduation Day. Exhausted, I clas- ped my diploma in my hand, settled back in the chair closed my eyes dreamily and relaxed. As the last strains of Pomp and Circumstances faded away in my mind I fell off to sleep. There was a sudden flash and before me stood a most beautiful creature. She came close to my side and whispered, “I am the Spirit of the Future. What would you like to know most? I said, “Tell me, Oh Spirit of the future, what do you hold in store for the Class of ’47 and ’48?” She touched me by the arm and said, “Follow me.” We started off through the air. In a twinkling there we were on one of the largest plantations in the South in a brightly lighted living room. There were two small childi-en playing by the fireplace and one of them started crying. In ran their parents to see if any damage was done and who should they be but Mr. Mrs. Bill Hart. Mrs. Hart was our former classmate Mary Wright. The spirit of the Future touched my arm and we started off again. We come to stop over a small cottage out in the middle of nowhere. As we came closer I could see two women in the room, one had a large Angora cat in her lap and the other was talking to the canaries that were in cages all over the room. I turned quickly to the Spirit and ask why she ever brought me here. She told me to go closer and as we were going closer she told me how two girls in my class had always claimed that they were going to be old maids and raise cats. Then I remembered Leona Cannon and Janet Hiatt. Again we started off and as we were going through the air the Spirit told me a very strange story. It was of a young man who had wonderful ideas for a democracy. He had given some of the most wonderful speeches ever heard and everyone looked up to him. There had been a large group of people from all over the United States that had gone to Congress and make them lower the age for presidency so that he could run. When the votes were counted he had all the votes that were cast. When she had finished her story we were in the office of the President and as I came closer I saw that it was none other than Arthur Bryan. As we started to leave I noticed a familiar name on the door next to the President’s. It was Mrs. Herbert Hussey, Private Secretary. As I stood there gazing at the name, the door opened slightly and Frances Jus- tice as I had known her came out in the hall. In a twinkling we were on what seemed to be a roof but yet it was the most beautiful flower garden I had ever seen. The Spirit told me to walk over to the glider and see if I recognized any one. There sat one of my High School firl friends Betty Borum who had married Lester Miller. I kept trying to speak to them but of course they couldn’t hear me. As I tume 1 to leave a Helicoptor landed and out of the door came another girl friend and her husband Mr. Mrs. Walt.-r Reed. When we stopped again we were in what seemed to be a town but when you opened the doors and looked in all you could see was scenery. Walking through one of the doors I found some men in a hot arg- uement. The Spirit told me that these were two great actors and two great Hollywood producers fighting and who should get the part in the picture. Listening in on the conversation and also recognizing their faces I saw that Gene Davis and Bob Fink were the a ‘ors and Ervin Melson and Paul Jester were the pro- ducers. I kept noticing signs of Nita Tick the Sonja Henie of ’58 on roller skates. The Spirit asked me if anything about the name sounded familiar. Thinking over the members in our class I asked if it could be Wannitta Clock. The Spirit told me I would soon see be?ause it was time for the show and we would see it. Sure enough it was Wannitta and who should she have for her comedy act but Glen Himes and Gordon Carter. As we were going through the air I remembered a girl in our class who had always wanted to be a radio singer. The Spirit must have read my mind because the next thine I knew we were stopped at the radio station. As we went in I heard the lady announcer sav. We’ll now listen to The Rainbow Singer, Miss Nora Johnston.” Going closer I recognized Lenora Johnston and Coralene Morgan. As we started to leave I heard a familiar voice coming over the air. It was the Betty Crocker program and I couldn’t imagine why I should think that I knew her. The Spirit told me to go into Studio C and see if I might ask Bettv Crocker a question. They gave me permission and when I walked up to her I saw that it was Annabelle Thomas. The next place the Spirit took me was to Madison Souare Gardens in New York.. The New York Ren- naisence were playinp- the Harlem Globe Trotters. To my surprize I saw that Harold Brown, Mark Kingen, and Verlin Sollars were on the team and Vernon Nee lham was the Coach. The Spirit told me of one member of our class who had a verv interesting job of working in a large day nursery. When we came to the building we saw Mrs. Rosemary Reed on the playground surrounded by several small children. The Spirit told me that there was only one more place for us to stop. In a flash we were in front of The Twinmore Farms.” There were two farms right together that were exactly alike and up the walks to each house went the twins of our class. Carroll and Darrell Copping. I told the Spirit of the Future that this had all been very fine and interesting but where was I? The Spirit told me to go up to the house on the right and knock .... I opened my eyes and there stood mother tapping me on the shoulder and telling me to go upstairs to bed. Barbara Darter

Page 19 text:

JUNIORS Reading left to right, Dick Fedor, Barbara Sites, Mary Brown, Donald Kelly, Jack Walls, James Coppock, Cuba Hesslar, Wanda Finley, Susan Benadum and Gene Foust. Ermil McCord. JUNIORS 1st GRADE PICTURE