Harrodsburg High School - Harrodian Yearbook (Harrodsburg, KY)

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Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait. —Longfellow JOHNNY GOLDSTON. Pros. EDITH WILEY. Secretary MILDRED ELLERS, V.-Pres. KENNETH SANDERS. Treas.

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JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY After climbing steadily for eight years the ladder of education, we reached the ninth round, and following the lead of our class advisors. Mr. Wills, Mr. Coursey and Miss Shearer, we stepped out on the lower limbs of the trees of knowledge. A3 “green freshmen' we rested there picking some of the ripe fruit that grew in abundance for those energetic enough to reach out and take it. At times our foothold was rather shaky, but most of us managed to cling until we gained a firm footing on the next higher limbs, which we found more secure. When we reached the tenth round, under the guidance of C. B. Yates, Frances Draffen, John Sullivan and Mary Ann Stagg, we felt a little more comfortable and tin fruit was more abundant. Miss Armstrong and Mr. Goranflo were our leaders and capable ones they were. Some of our boys made a good record as climbers and also showed up on the basketball floor and the football field. In dramatics the class gained recognition. A3 “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” we took a day off and visited the Cincinnati Zoological Garden. During the vacation that followed, most of us managed to pull ourselves up to the next limb—the eleventh. We look down to see that some of our classmates had not followed us farther, but has chosen, instead, to follow the path of matrimony. Under the leadership of Miss VanArsdall and Mr. Sale, we stepped out on the eleventh limb which was plentifully supplied with attractive fruit within the reach of all. When our annual inventory was made, we found an unusual number of honors in basketball, dramatics and scholarship. Above us we can see the smiling faces of the Seniors who have reached the topmost branch, and encouraged by their success, we have determined not to give up until we stand where they stand today. LOIS GORDON -28-

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SOPHOMORE HISTORY In this United States of America, a land, supposedly, of freedom for all. there comes a time in each person’s life when he is suppressed and intimidated by his superiors. This, namely is the Freshman year of high school. Upon leaving the eighth grade, where we were the oldest, and consequently, held sway over all, we entered the strange land of high school, almost as immigrants, who had to learn the rules and customs of our new home. Here we were subjected to the the indignity of “initiation,” and made to sit in the most humble seats in assembly. However, with the aid of our teachers and upper classmen, we arose from the ranks both in scholarship and athletics. In May, we followed the age old custom of having a class picnic. Our class, after heated discussion, decided to go to Lexington for a picnic lunch and afterwards to a picture show. As we advanced in wisdom and in stature, sixty-seven of us finally attained the higher station as Sophomores. Miss Armstrong and Mr. Goranflo presided over our home rooms, and we elected Johnny Goldston. President; Mildred Ellers, Vice President; Edith Wiley, Secretary; and Kenneth Sanders, Treasurer. We began to be recognized in the Girl Reserves and Hi-Y with Mary Louise Squifflet and Ralph Youmans as secretaries. A great honor that came to our school was shared by the Sophomores, since our president. Johnny Goldston. added new laurel to our fame by his participation in the Duke-Durham basketball tournament as a member of the first team. During the course of the year some members of our class have dropped, a few to find their way to the altar. Meanwhile, we have acquired new talent from other schools in our state. As we leave our Sophomore year, having acquired a better understanding of the privileges and responsibilities of our position in high school, we pledge ourselves to even higher service and standards of citizenship in the Junior Class. -30- BETTY McNAMER