Huntingburg High School - Optimist Yearbook (Huntingburg, IN)

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I JUNIOR YEAR Now listen my children and you shall hear The tales of the ,53 .lunior Year. 'Twas the Fall of '51 when all 65 begun, Sponsors Tucker and Ritchey helped them in unison. Once again the majority voted for our Maxie, And a guy named Merle Lehman was voted as his proxy. Elizabeth Hemmerlein as secretary was assigned, Bob Heidorn, again as treasurer, his duties did not mind. The time has come, the Juniors said, to talk of many things: Class play, new gym, reception, sweaters, jackets, and rings. The class play was entitled We Shook the Family Tree, Tucker's cherubs sold the most tickets so they got a party free. As actresses and actors the Juniors were supreme, And the new gym turned into a beautiful-long-fulfilled dream. For rings of gold, sweaters of red and jackets red and black, Each one with an old English H, their pockets they did ransack. Junior musicians helped the marching band win first division, Mr. Fulk and Bert were very happy with this decision. All-in-all reception time was something to behold, The theme they had was, Dream Landf, The decorations were silver and gold. SENIOR YEAR Now you lads and lassies gather around and you shall hear Tales of the Class of '53 in their mighty Senior Year. The year was nineteen-fifty-two and the Class of '53 Came to school in early Autumn and looked pathetically At all the little underclassmen who yelled and ran around Not knowing or not caring they too would soon be outward-bound. These seniors, for the fourth straight year, chose Maxie as their man, And Pinky Powell, the ball of fire, as parliamentarian. Bob Heidorn was elected treasurer for his third straight term, And Liz Hemmerlein as secretary the seniors did affirm. The members of the class this year totaled sixty-nine, Short were the two who came from below the Mason-Dixon Line. The sponsors of the Senior Class helped make the last year fun, Their names were Miss McFadden and Mr. Richardson. The song they heard at football time was Hail the Happy Hunters, This team had blockers, runners, passers, and the best of all the punters A record of five and two and one is good for any team, But this record in H.H.S. makes this year's team supreme, The marching band at Salem was cheated out of first, They'll try again next year and make it, or they'll burst. Now this tale of the '53 class could go on and on, And tell of glories lost or could tell of glories won. But if this tale of the '53 class is any indication, Come joy or sorrow, win or lose, depression or inflation, We'll stick it out and when we get the prize of victory, They'll ask Why? and we'll say, Why, we're the Class of '53!

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Class History FRESHMAN YEAR Listen my children and you shall hear Tales of the '53 Freshman Year The time was early Autumn, the year, nineteen-forty-nine, The freshies came to take their places, each one looking fine. From the public school, Saint Mary's, Ferdinand and Duff, Each one eager to show the others that he knew his stuff. Seventy-three green freshies, some of them from farms, Came anxiously to school that day, their books within their arms. You mean our home roomls way upstairs? Where's the elevator?' I brought my pennies for the ride, they told me that l'd better! Mr. Pellett and Mr. Fisher, who were their sponsors two, Helped them get acquainted, and gave them some friendly clues. Soon afterwards the freshies chose Max as their 'gbig wheel, A girl named Jessie Ahrens as Veep they did reveal, A girl called Agnes Blessinger to make the documents, A fellow named Merle Lehman to take in the dollars and cents. For biology, bugs they caught, and leaves they did collect, The leaves they named, the bugs they named, and starfish did dissect. The home ec. class, on Armistice Day, served up peanuts and punch, For Mrs. Little, and for their mothers, they served this little lunch. In cold December all the freshies had a hill-billy party, At the cost of fifteen-ninety-four everyone ate hearty. In basketball and football, the freshman boys were good, Experience gained in early years makes victory a likelihood. They had two yell leaders, some musicians, and a majorette, But the band got second in marching, we think that judge was all wet! SOPHOMORE YEAR Now listen my children and you shall hear Tales of the '53 sophomore year. 'Twas in the year of nineteen-fifty early in September. When in waltzed sixty-five nifty sophomore members, Who were led and guided ahead very carefully By the sponsor Fell and the sponsor Stansbury. Jessie Ahrens and Max Olinger were held over by request, And as Veep and President again did their very best. Betty Leland was voted to be the secretary, And Bob Heidorn had charge of all the monetary. Some sophomores were soon seen joining the Hi-Y and Y-Teens. And served when the Jr. reception had a jungle scheme. Now this class of '53 had both brains and brawn we see, Baseball-basketballand-student manager sums up the totality, In basketball the 2nd team was keen and on the beam, ln baseball their brawn helped win the SIAC cream.

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Class Will We, the Seniors of Huntingburg High School, the class of 1952, being of sound mind and knowing that our time here will soon be finished, do hereby will the following to our successors, the class of 1954: Margaret Freson, will my love for short boys to Marjorie Oeding. Sharlene Goodwin, will my bashfulness to Paul Mehne. Beverly Chism, will my liking to go steady to Mary Beth Cunselman. Anna Mae Johnson, will my position of FHA President to Emerald Bruce. James Heitz, will the good times with the car and my love for 92,, to Charles McCormack. Sharon Kruger, will my position as Editor-in-Chief of the Seniorite to Carol Meurer. James Benken, will my love for cities lFallJ to Joe Dittmer and my ways of keeping out of trouble to Don Ferguson. Max Olinger, will my lovely curly hair to Dan Henderson and my short legs to Charles McCormack. James Franklin Powell, will my ability to love to Herschel Hoewener. Jerome Clarence Oser, will my football toe and my bookkeeping ability to Dan Henderson and Marion Altmeyer. Norma Jean Rauscher, will my job at the Palace to anyone who likes to stay up late and my ability to be a good waitress to Carol Jefferies. Shirley Mutchman, will my love for Fords to Jean Hanselman and my position as Mr. Masonls secretary to Norma Heitz. Jay Peters, will my talkativeness to Lois Trusty. Donald Ray Summers, will my flair for politics to David Eckert and my brain in literature to John Wirthwein. Carol Rauscher, will my ability to be a lousy clarinet player to Barbara Nahler. Betty Hoing, will my love for Fords and my ability to keep them on the road to Barbara Lett. Sue Lukemeyer, will my position as cheer leader to Helen Kays. Virginia Schipp, will my job as Feature Editor of the Shotgun and Advertising Manager of the Seniorite to Jeanette Reese. Eddie Roos, will my right ear to Charles Lasher. Margaret Ann Cox, will my place on the school bus to Armella Heitz and my slight temper to Mary Sickbert. Lawrence Cronin, will my place as first chair player in the band and my new horn to John Schurz. Jessie Ahrens, will my football crown to whomever it may concern. lWhat went with it, tool . Esther Gable, will my path along Main Street to school to Marilyn Osborne. Margaret Bernardi, will my ability to change the color of my hair to Carol Bauern- fiend. Shirley Frick, will my love of the Navy to Retta Hachmeister. Marjorie Kays, will my skill in shorthand to Jeanette Reese. Susan Frick, will my love for shorthand to my dear sister, Donna. Helen Hoffhaus, will my seat in government, which is the nearest the door, to Joyce Lehmkuhler. Shirley Bath, will my senior position in the bookstore to Barbara Nahler. Shirley Lemond, will my ability to love the captain of the football team to Jeanette Reese.