Jefferson Township High School - Jeffersonian Yearbook (Mexico, IN)

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Class Will An lrnpo rtant Document We, the Seniors of the Jefferson Township High School, being of sound mind and reasonably good judgement, realizing that our high school days are about over, and that we are soon to pass through the portals of graduation into the land of alumni, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament. After all the expenses of graduation have been met, all outstanding obligations taken care of, and all borrowed articles returned to their right- ful owner, we bequeath to our immediate successors, the Juniors, all the remaining articles in our lockers, dressing rooms, desks, and treasury. To the Juniors, we leave our traditional caps and gowns, in order that they may be properly robed at their commencement. We also leave them our places in the commencement exercises next year. To the Sophomore Class we bequeath all of the fun, hard work, trouble with the faculty, and all of the chances for fame and honors in store for them in the next two years. We should like to offer the Sophomores some advice too. However it is hard to say much to Sophomores--they seem to know most everything there is to know anyway. In fact, we are not certain that we want to claim them as our heirs. We do believe, nevertheless, that the weak and strug- gling Sophomores are in need of our grades, so we leave our grades to them. To the members of the Freshman Class, we leave the seats we have occupied in the classrooms. Some of our class members have written a book called Pitfalls for Freshmen . We advise all Freshmen to read this book if it ever gets off the press. The book covers rather well all the things Freshmen should avoid in order to become dignified Seniors. We are sure that if the Fresh- men will dilligently follow our footsteps they will come to their Senior days the idol of their teachers, and the envy of their schoolmates. A great and beloved poet wrote a poem one time about footprints in the sands of time. We haven't left any footprints in the sands, but we are sure that our smudged finger marks are everywhere. To those who follow us, we leave the task of removing our finger marks.

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C la s s History Qcontinuecll think about what would be expected of us when we were Juniors. We also be- gan to plan what we would do to make money when we were Juniors. During the year we gained Ronald Wilson, and lost Louise Hetzner, Su Nell Harrison, and Bob Hillman. Mr. Howard Gaiser, our sponsor, also enjoyed our class parties. ' One for instance was a skating party at Rock Lake. Believe it or not, we didn't have any casualties. So when the fall of 1952 arrived, that first Monday in September found us all too eager to get started into high school. We wanted to organize our class right away. We knew that some of the fellows would be playing on the basketball team. Several of us were in the band. The whole school would be watching us--for weren't we Juniors? Didn't even the Seniors look at us long, for they knew that some day we would invite them to a party--that we would usher at commencement--that we would help out at graduation. Ah, yes, those gay and never-to-be-forgotten days of Juniors! We took care of the concessions at the ball games, and had fun doing it. A big event this year was the presentation of our play, Too Many Husbands under the direction of Miss Fisher. Several members of our class enjoyed being iii the operetta, Sunbonnet Sue . However, one of the outstanding events of the year was our Junior-Senior Reception. We chartered a bus and traveled to Beaver Dam to the Sportsman's Club for the banquet. Later we attended a movie. At last came our Senior year with all its dignity and its feeling of superiority over all other classes. Truly, we were the envy of all under- graduates, and the pride of our school. The year is almost gone. High school days are almost a thing of the past. It won't be long now until we'll all parade up on the stage and get that little scroll called a diploma. But even when we get that diploma, we will never forget the events of our Senior year. - Our first activity was the traditional Halloween Carnival, which was the biggest and most successful event of the year. Next came a party at the home of Byron and Beatrice Howell. Then came our play, and finally, preparations for graduation--selecting of the class motto, the flower. and all that enters into commencement plans. Yes, we are Seniors--and the time is not far off when we shall all dream over our work in college, at home, in a store or office--wherever we may be--in fancy our minds will roam-- It was only four short years, but each was crowded with many events. The memories of those four years will linger in the hearts of each and every- one of us, and as we think of our memories, we'll keep a date--a date with yesterday.

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Clas s Will fcontinuedj We express a wish that pupils next year may enjoy vacations as much as we have. We found the vacations to be a most enjoyable part of the school year. We advocate the shortening of the school day. The head of the average pupil is not large enough to hold all the knowledge that can be gained in the present long school day. We should either have larger heads or shorter school days. We leave this admission behind us as a warning to those who follow after us: Had we studied harder and labored longer, our sum total of knowledge would have been greater. ' We leave all the stubs from our lead pencils to the sheriff, so that he may have a wood pile on which to work the prisoners. It has been estimated that 103 cords of wood were contained in the pencils we have used this year in our studies. We request that Mr. Shambarger have a printed bulletin distributed to all high school students next year. The bulletin is to contain a list of all of the worthy things that we did while we were in high school. We believe that one of the best ways to impress boys and girls with a desire to become great is to let boys and girls read about about people who are great. That is the reason we think they should read about us. To our teachers, we leave all the happy--at least we hope they are happy--memories of the days when they taught us in classrooms. We hope as they look into their mirrors that they will not see too many gray hairs placed there by worrying about us. I, Nancy Cunningham, will and bequeath my laziness to Janet Allman. I, Patsy Raber, will and bequeath my ability to play my clarinet to Barbara Miller. I, Delores Donaldson, will and bequeath my love for basketball players to Judy Benedict. I, Janet Benedict, will and bequeath my love for guys with Chevrolet cars to Shirley Burrous. I, William D. Miller, will to Fred Carpenter, the right to quit book-A keeping after the first semester. I, Jack L. Holden, will and bequeath my brutishness and manly look to Lanny Clark. I, Oden McClain, will and bequeath my ability to roll marbles in the assembly, provided he doesn't get caught, to Stanley Eikenberry.