Jefferson Union High School - Jeffaurean Yearbook (Richmond, OH)

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CLASS HIST ORY Upon that first, bright September morning, twelve, rather backward, frightened children walked briskly into Miss Gephart's first grade room. This was thebeginn- ing of years of learning, full of warm, understanding friendship, but to this day is felt by every one of them. Those who have been united with that bond are still carrying the customs of Dear Old jefferson . From these twelve babes of jeff , we can remember Betty West, having her pigtails tied together by Fleet-Fingered Bill Owens. There was little Miriam Knox with the big bow in her short, blonde tresses, sitting in front of Dimple- Cheeked Buddy Kemper. Next, we sight the Curly-Tops of the class, Robert Pickett and Edith Mull, and who would have thought that Myron Arnett could have gotten in those tiny seats? Well, he did, and he and jackie Hughes were always gi- ving the class a good show. Two more blondes, Carolyn Brown and Meredith Wesler, followed by cousins, Bob Ray and Richard Nelson had timidly entered, not knowing they would be the venturesome souls to weather twelve years of schooling together. Meeting the second grade, Miss Brazier contended with the same shining faces, and on to the third with Miss Rentz, still growing with more knowledge and friend- ship, In Miss Murray's fourth grade, we were confronted with new faces, those of our little Texas friend jane De Boo and another Curly-Top , Edward Hornsby. Miss Harris opened the fifth grade door for another personality, that of Irish Donna jean McGunnegill. On to the sixth with Miss Holsinger, new faces were again admitted. This time we met quiet, devilish Eugene Roberts, little Chubby Virginia Culbertson, quiet Frank Frech, and in the middle of the term popped in our little farmer-friend Melvin james. With a peek into the eighth grade we saw another tractor-driver, john Stiver and smiling Betty Coddington, being admitted to the Homestead . Through the ninth we were able to endure each other with no new-comers, then in the tenth a big wind blew from across the Indiana State Line and Farmer-girl Marilyn Delk and City-Slicker Allie Smith blew in. By the time we held the title of juniors, we had a feeling of distinction and with hard efforts we presented our class play Campus Quarantine , and then we honored the Seniors of '47' with an ideal banquet. And now for this final year, we are as one. All participating in our activities and our social work. We now stop and think of all those times, some spent in quiet meditation, others in loud, boisterous fun-making. From these experiences we have grown to know each other, not only as an individual, each for his own way, but as one class--each for each other's way. We leave jefferson with our appreciation for these times together, and our thankfulness of the knowledge we have gained and now we pass on hoping our names beneath our pictures will be written not only for the distinction of us, but also will be registered in the heart of jefferson. 17