John Adams High School - Album Yearbook (South Bend, IN)

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X sms F s ,..,QQN, sw ii. The story of our football season would be incomplete without our drum maiorettes who, stepping high, lead the band, the students and the team to their best season. After long hours of rehearsing formations in the sun, rain and cold, it's a happy interlude to pose for a camera in the sheltered warmth of the Little Theater. The senior class political campaign left its mark deep in Adams, from the ground-in cookie crumbs from Ann Bruner's Vote For A Good Cookie slogan, to the dizzily strewn chairs and floors worn by hundreds of marching feet. People usually think of plays as being mostly acting but, as the kids who worked backstage for Romancers learned, it's mostly muscles. Here venerable old Samson Dincolo, makeup still on, sets up a pillar for the next act. 4 g, Z 7, ADAMS things are also part of your story be- cause you lived it that way. The story you wrote was an adventure story, of being caught up in the tide of clubs, athletics and social life, a love story, the mingled emotions of going steadyp anal the story of a quest, to under: stand your place in the world. Soci just wouldn't be Soci without the trip. After a long, hard day tramping around Chicago everyone's dead tired, tired enough to laugh hilariously at nothing and to play baseball with a fountain pen. 1 was

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THE ADAMS STORY AS YOU LIVED IT T954-1955 Most stories have one author. The Adams Story has hundreds. You, the students of John Adams, began writ- ing it the moment you apprehensively entered the doors in September. Every experience, every hour and day add- ed one more word, one more line, one more page to the story. A story is a complex thing. lt con- tains much joy, but also some sorrow, because it is Life put on paper. So the Adams Story, your story, is a mixture of many different feelings: the antici- pation the freshmen felt in September on confronting the bewildering ex- perience of high school, the remem- brances that haunted the seniors as they guided the freshmen around Adams on Sho-Ya-Roun' Day. Then came the excitement of the senior class political campaign and elections, and the stage fright of the actors in the all-school play, Romancers. There was the ioy of cheering your football team through their best sea- son. There was the tragedy of losing your friends Sue Hawk, Don Kristl, and Max Orth. There was the silent reverence you experienced at the Christmas and Easter assemblies, and the fun you had making and putting up Christmas decorations for the halls. With your fun, you worked too. What senior doesn't know that sleepy- eyed trance which comes from read- ing a week's soci papers on Sunday night? You grew socially as well as in- tellectually, writing the pages of the Coronation Ball, Booster Club Dad's Night, Adams Eve, Sophomore Shag, and Froshindig. After Sectionals the seniors got busy with the Student Di- rectory. The new Thespian troupe and the glee club helped in Pilgrim's Progress. There was another round of social events after the hilarious but educational Detroit and soci trips. You wrote the star studded pages of Pent- house Serenade, Spring Spree and the Senior Prom. Finally there were Student Council elections and the dizzy round of graduation activities. Yes, your story grew as you lived and wrote it, line by line. Some of the things you wish you could erase, like cribbing on that exam or skipping classes, but you know that those qconfanuedi W RW4

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STORY As you grew, your story grew. From the beginning ot your freshman year to the time you graduated, your in- terests had broadened. You did your best to promote worldwide under- standing among men by sending three ot your triends abroad-Naomi, Kent, tcominuedt I, Roquetort Root, clo solemnly swear to tell almost the whole truth and almost nothing but de truf. So help me, Amos Alonzo. The soci trial was deadlocked! At last came the star witness with devastating evidence. Yup, I seen dis yere Jerry Badger, he went in behind Ruby Red's Tavern where I was sleepin' on a pile of leaves. He had time to set de arson! The Adams Story isn't all laughs, most of it's iust hard work. We come to school for a reason, with a responsibility to ourselves and the people who put us here, to learn and to prepare tor adult competence. Here at the leadership banquet sit the people who guide our school activities, discussing how to become better leaders, and through that eFfort to make our school a better place. Happy Birthday, dear Mr. Seeley, Happy Birthday to you, sang the World History class as it presented a tlutty cake with delicious icing to the handsome World History teacher at Adams, Mr. Seeley.