Junction City High School - Pow Wow Yearbook (Junction City, KS)

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,- gnfu - lllilnfu 3 THE oifooi. YEAR The months whirr by filled with activities, fun, and study - and then another year becomes history. Gliding smoothly between friendly banks, two lazy rivers wend their way until they meet by chance in some appropriate place where they are wed and go as one . . , In this peaceful, quiet little town the inhabi- tants proceed with blase spirits on the even tenor of their separate ways. This serenity is broken only on Saturday nights when the farmers, residents of the distant plains, come to town with rattl-ey cars of anceint vintage for the next week's groceries and the cream check. Junction City, this Ba.bbit re- presentative of middle western pro- vincialism, proudly boasts of aboom- ing cheese factory, a speed cop. and several unused street car tracks. It is here in this metropolis that stands that collosal structure of higher learning, the high school. It is pleasantly situated among elm trees and grass, The velvety carpet of green is broken only by white stretch- es of sidewalks and boys and girls cafmly ignoring Keep OIT the Grass signs. To this building of red brick and cement the parents of Junction City high school students send their hostages to fortune in order that the faculty will have something with which to occupy its time. Across from this center of educa- tion reposes Fegan Field, wher-e ath- letic contests take place. Deserted it will lie during the summer, waiting' for the time when lt will be over- run once again with more or less victorious representatives of the dear old alma mammy, kicking ye pig- skin about. It is in this environment that the younger set imbibes that culture and learning so necessary to suc- ceis. Under the sheltering roof of this Big House willing and unwilling boys and girls learn the Latin de- clensions which Miss Moles imparts to them, and they find out that Miss Cormany isn't nearly the holy ter- ror she is reputed to be. On the dusty field across the way these same young- intellectuals learn the funda- mentals of the ran-ran game, One enters as a seventh grader and by work of an unseen power emerges -a senior. Although at times one wonders what it is all about, one is told that it all goes with the gaining of a so-called education. Because the moon is made of green cheese fthe same hue as the fresh- menl and because September follows August in the march of time, but mainly because Junction City stu- dents C?l have an eager thirst for knowledge along about the hot month of September, school starts! So-when the old swimming hole looked most inviting. and when it was just warm enough for one to suc- cumb to a languid drowsiness soon after lunch, the Board of Education issued it call to battle on Sept. 14, and the school year of '33-'34 be- gan. What a year it has been! We've all had a few headaches as a result, but we've dosed ourselves with aspirin, drunk a' couple of bottles of ST37 and are feeling much better. thank you! Who does not recall the Hrst day of school last fall? CEditors note: That was the beginning of our numerous headachesi. The newly ac- quired seventh graders zipped and tore around the halls of this osten- tatious erection with aclutching fear in their hearts that something terrific would befall them, if they were a second or two late for next class. How they wielded and wended their way in and out the regiment of up- perclassmen that came charging down the hall toward them! The lowly freshmen of the year be- fore returned to school Just a little- less-lowly sophomore. The former junior became one of the big noises of the place-a senior. Only afew post- graduates remained of the class which so triumphantly bade farewell the spring before. Seniors. who were truly nothing more than juniors who acted as though they were sophomores, tried, oh! so hard to be sedate, worldly wise. and dignified, For the first couple of weeks they put up a big front and had almost everyone con- vinced of their seniority. However, it didn't last long, and the seniors are yet overgrown juniors who act as though they are sophs. Upon recalling outstanding events, it would seem as though the year - stands that colossal structure of higher learning Our Ima ater

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15061 - 'main 3 The . Q .xii yy, . U XM A Sky Line Junction City, 'Babbitt' representative of mid-west provincialism - has been full of the unusual with little of the usual. Football games and pep rallies followed closely upon the heels of the opening of school. The box social and Thanksgiving, to say nothing of the Hi-Y Conference held in cur city occurred almost as quick- ly. Enrollment figures were compiled at the start of school and 911 educa- tion aspirants were to be found with- in the walls of this structure. Also --more of those persons called seniors were discovered lurking in the halls than had ever been before. The activity ticket sales campaign was carried on for a week and closed with alarger percent of the students owning them than the year preced- ing. Us is possible that the depres- sion is over?7 The price remained the same, however. Purchasers were stuck 82.85 for the little piece of yellow cardboard with the cute pink stamps. The Pep Club announced through the pages of the Blue Jay that it would be a more masculine or- ganization than ever before. The members also claimed that they would sport entire new uniforms. And they did, too-about the begin- ning of the basketball season. Fast people-these pepsters! The football eleven, captained by James Rupe, who we think was in- spired by Swede Olsen singing You've Got To Be A Football Hero, jostled the little pigskln about dur- ing the season and managed in the ubrlngln' home the bacon scrapple' of the North Central .Kansas League to make away with second place honors. A number of those on the squad hfpe to be associated with a sheep- skin soon, so that they might come back next year and play on the Alumni team. Although Coach says they will be missed next year, he assures us that the team will manage to struggle along the way and not plunge into chaos without them. ,And speaking of football! Fix your pair of orbs upon the picture of the entrance to Fegan Field to which the students gaily sprinted from the halls of learning and watched the home battles, Look closely at the box office and don't try to climb the fence! For some reason unknown to us, the 33 from last years white- washing' job of the seniors still re- mains. Let's all give 15 boos tthere are no officials around now? for the departing senior class, because they didn't change it to a 34 . What's the matter-couldn't you swipe any whitewash? However, certain senior boys will long remember the whltewashing epi- sode that took place in our neigh- boring clty of Chapman at their own hands-the night before the annual Jay-Irish Turkey Day skirmish-and also the pleasant little chat they had with Johnnie Law himself, Ah! Life ls seldom dull. The J on Grand View hill, al- though not in the immediate vicinity of the school, has become during the years a distinct part of the spirit of J, C. H. S. There trudge the lowly freshmen every year armed with old brooms, buckets. and quantities of whitewash. Slowly creeping like ants up the hill east of town. these fresh- men, spurred on by the incessant orders of the seniors, make their way to renew this letter, constructed of rocks, with whitwash. This year the frosh dutifully climb- ed the hill and scrubbed the J until it gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. The event was looked upon by the seniors with outward amuse- ment but inward sorrow. They were just beginning to realize that their high school days were waning. The fact was just dawning upon them that four eventful years had passed since they were in the role of the freshies whltewash armed with brooms and journeying up to the J to do their duty. The J is a part of system which remains throughout the school years. The students come and go. The faculty arrives and departs. Buildings be- come obselete a-nd are torn down, New ones are erected. But every year members of the frehsman class go up to the J, laborously clean it, and make it gleam anew for the forthcoming year. The picture which you see of this renowned insignia letter was taken by Frank Durland, one of the photo- graphers for the book. Frank risked his life and spent time and money in obtaining this excellent airplane view of it. Good work, Frank! It's a mighty iine picture. Thanks a lot! The atmosphere of the school would have become quite monotonous had it not been shattered by the clfangor of wedding bells. Mr. Ray Heady, maestro isomenmes genial! of 203, took the fatal step, deserted the already diminishing ranks of the Last Man's club and brought home ai blonde to rule the roost. Congratu- lations, Mr, Heady. we all enjoyed the school the same