Hartford City High School - Retro Yearbook (Hartford City, IN)

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Every morning the phenomenon fakes place as over 800 individuals with intellectual activities. Some of it is only as educational as life converge on the same shelter. Here is a house of learning, bubbling itself, and all of it hovers in little groups.

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What have four more seasons meant to us? It seems a paradox that in a time-of rebirth like spring, a general attitude of retrospection should prevail at Hartford High. Yet it is logical enough. We ' ve watched this faithful masonry change through the shades of four more seasons, and we suddenly wonder how we ' ve spent these nine months that have slipped by so quickly. Underclassmen may find it difficult to under- stand why a senior is so nostalgically thinking of all the good times that are gone and can never be relived. Grade card in hand, any of us is likely to look back objectively, tallying what he has learned against the moments idled away. Perspection into the future frightens a senior. What lies ahead for him? He looks at himself introspectively, asking the questions Who am I? and Where am I headed? It is like fondly sifting something over and over, only to find it must be left behind. And yet he wonders — how much of what he holds in retrospect will he take with him into the future? How many times have we entered these portals, and how much have we motured each trip? Time now to assess.

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- - ■aV A year to recall because it was ours In retrospect, 1960-61 has been a lot like other years at Hartford City High School, but this has been our year. Someone else got his class ring last year; we got ours in March. Someone else planned last year ' s prom; we planned this year ' s flight to fancy. Someone else wore these strange black robes and cardboard hats at the 1960 graduation. We have them on now, and look at you; I ' d hardly recognize you. How many times I ' ve seen that face smiling in the locker room, across a sun-flooded classroom, at a pep session, or during a late round in the publication offices. Suddenly its so sombre. I wonder how soon I shall see it again and if I ' ll know it at all when I do? Whatever happens, we ' ve had this year — these years. k