Hobart Senior High School - Memories Yearbook (Hobart, IN)

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Remember the red, blonde, and black beards the football team raised? Can you see them? Three boys now in the service — Bill Mero- dias, Glen Swanson, and Jim Marcoff. A gay old time at the beach. Shirley Moon, Bette Greenlee, Betty John- ston, Gwen Sohn, and Patty Krull in the first row. Mary Watson, Marian Anderson, Doris Enslen, Dolores En- slen, and Marilyn Johnson in the second. Alice Hellstrom. Where did she get all the service insignia on that jacket? C ' mon — give me another sip. Dale Ewigleben, Dick Julian, and Pete Harrigan. Men??? Vic Silich, Dick Julian, George Dujmovich, Dale Ewigleben, Don Mun- dell, and Leroy Wineinger. We have lots of time. It ' s only 1:03! Jim Brush, Don Hamann, Bert Huff, and Bob Ball taking it easy. Nuzum for Mayor (and mayor he was). Sam Fas — Our Frankie Lorraine Sheets and um-m-m ice cream. What ' s this? Two camera-shy gun molls? No, just Doris Beerbower, Alice Hell- strom, Joan Mattix, Donna Rosenbaum, and Jackie Davis back from a shop- ping trip. The Lucky Horseshoe band formation. Pals — John Prusiecki and Jay Greene. Edwards runs for mayor too. He didn ' t run fast enough though. That reminds me of a joke, says Ed Jachimczak to Carl Marcoff. Harold Meeks. All is fair in love and war. Laverne Veres, Glenn Carlson, and Joan Mattix. Machine shop boys take the sun on a nice warm day. Page Nineteen

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IT WAS WAY BACK IN . . . September, 1942, and from St. Bridgets, Trinity, Franklin, and the city junior high school came more than one hundred little greenhorns to start their high school careers at Hobart High School as freshmen. We made it through the grades and this was what we had waited for, but now that the time was here — well, we weren’t sure. Each of us must have felt lost and somewhat afraid. I know I was. But it wasn ' t long at all until we began to function as a group, the class of ' 46. Our first social function was a theater party in the assembly, remember? If not, you will surely remember our second party that year, a barn dance given in the gym. What with the games, the decorations, the entertainment . . . how could you ever forget that night? That was by far one of the best parties our school had seen for a long, long time. After our numerous installations and initiations, that ran any where from wearing masks to class to scrubbing the gym floor with tooth brushes, we freshies became a real part of the school. We joined clubs, we studied hard (we were only freshmen then) and did have fun. Near the end of the year we decided to have a day of orientation for the next year ' s freshmen, and that we did. We wondered if we, as eighth graders, could have been so troubled as they were to see the big school they would soon attend. It was so ordinary for us. It was really spring now and it seemed an eternity till vacation time when we could dash off to the cool lakes and forget the tasks of study. Leaving the picnics, the hikes, the beach parties and all that summer meant to us, we returned to school the next fall. Though it was hard to think of classes and books again, it was good to see everybody. Some of us hadn ' t seen each other for ages. At our first meeting Shirley King, president of our freshman class, introduced Jay Greene, whom we had just elected, as our new president. We were now ready to start off on our Sophomore year. We gave a kids ' party that year and everyone really dressed like kids — believe me we looked like kids and, darn it all, we felt like kids! But it was fun. About then we ordered class rings too. Let me tell you, that was a thrill. By the way, mine needs to be shined up a bit. Goodness, school years aren ' t very long, for here we were leaving for another summer vacation. The year 1944 we returned as juniors. We really were in seventh heaven then. This year we would give the Junior-Senior prom. But first we had to make some money. How? Sell oranges? Sell Christ- mas wreathes? We decided to give a play, Through the Keyhole, and it went over great. May 4th came at last. All the girls came to school with their hair up — Wonder why? Because this was the day of the prom and every girl was determined to look her best. We dashed home from school that afternoon and took baths. From then on we just counted the minutes till it was time to leave. We held the prom in Gary at the Marquette Pavilion, which we decorated to harmonize with the theme Colonial South. After the grand march led by the junior class president, Janet Jones, and the senior class president, came the crowning of the king and queen of the prom. A crown of daisies was given to the queen who turned out to be Dolores Bodamer. The evening came to an end much too soon, but when we left we found ourselves then looking for a place to eat. We had fried chicken. What did you have? Our last week at school brought convocations, parties and the junior-senior picnic. We walked all the way out to East Gary Park. There we ate and played games. There was a baseball game between the two classes too. We let them win. It was so much fun, but did I ever tell you about our walk home? We weren ' t the same for days. The Honor Day program was what did it. We watched the seniors in their caps and gowns and said to ourselves, Next year we’ll be wearing those ... if our luck holds out. During summer vacation many of the kids worked. The war was still on and we tried to help by doing our bit. But it was that summer when, after three and a half years, peace was declared. Peace! Yes we returned to school for our first peacetime high school year. Room 313 now was ours. We had waited a long time to call it our own home room and now it was ours. The year started off with a bang when more than thirty committees were named. Who ever thought that seniors would have to do so much? A party was given in the Masonic hall that fall. We all dressed up and went, where here, we danced by candle light to gay music. As soon as our play Daphne was started we found we were in for even more work. Many other committees were named and soon we were buzzing again. With the play we would finance all our other activities. This year meant our last football and basketball games while we were still in school, so we’d make them good — and they were. We did a lot of things during the year — went to the Little 5 Hop, gave a junior-senior picnic, sponsored several convocations, the play, the senior breakfast, went on a sneak-day trip and lots more. Finally commencement night came. Slowly, solemnly, we walked. Our days at Hobart High School were through, and now we thought back over all that was past, then lifted our heads again as we thought of the future. To our sponsors, our advisors, all you who helped us through these years we are grateful. No Hobart, we ' ll not forget you. Don ' t forget us, please.

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ROOM 109 MR. MEYER First Row: E. Schellenberg, T. Stewart, N. Stein, M. Shelby, E. Sandy, G. Sohn, S. Schoon, D. Sikora, P. Sauter. Second Row: M. Watson, C. Sampson, J. Shurr, J. Tiffany, F. Stewart, T. Svetanoff, B. Shaw. Third Row: P. Wildermuth, D. Wilfong, J. Upthegrove, M. Wegmet, J. Schavey, E. Thyen, D. Spivey. Fourth Row: B. Scott, D. Smythe, S. Van Scoy, N. Smith, L. Todd, B. Trumbo, D. Schultz. Not Shown: L. Sheets, H. Sol, J. Wagoner, J. Wunschel. ROOM 201 MISS RIPLEY First Row: E. Lundy, A. Martino, V. Lazar, P. Krull, F. Lesczynski, E. Popp. Second Row: S. Moon, D. Krulik, S. Nelson, A. Moehl. Third Row: R. Kneifel, B. Morton, E. Rampke, V. Matovich, N. Pyatt, B. Redar. Fourth Row: J. McLuckie, J. Ruzek, M. Pierce, J. Madden, M. Rogyom, D. Ryan. Fifth Row: T. Rogers, V. McIntosh, M. O ' Keefe, D. Respecke, B. Reisinger. Sixth Row: J. Ksenak, B. Paterson, R. Raiza, E. Ledyard, W. Robb, K. Lan- gendorfer, J. Marler, H. Luke. Not Shown: A. Malmquist. ROOM 206 MISS THOMPSON First Row: M. Jones, B. Fifield, M. Gottschling, B. Harner, M. Fas, B. Greenlee, D. Haxton. Second Row: R. Fisch, A. Foreman, M. Glavan, K. Galich, M. Kisela, S. Jones, M. Johnson, A. Harrigan, L. Gradle. Third Row: V. Kobylinski, W. Klug, R. Henschel, J. Geddes, F. Kozub. Fourth Row: P. Hickman, P. Fahey, G. Koselke, C. Kostbade, D. Johnson, R. Etchison. Fifth Row: J. Erickson, B. Govert, B. Garber, B. Frank, A. H amilton, F. Gran- zow, H. Hamilton, D. Erwin, B. Hutchins, G. Ittel, B. Griffin, F. Ca nnon. Not Shown: W. Elkins.