Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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Class History Twenty-two meek, bewildered, little brats found their way to the first grade on September, 1936. There were ten boys: Myron Birky, Walter Blevins, Earl Hefner, Bob Kraker, Duane Mollenhour, Dick Noggle, Vin- cent Redelman, George Rosenbaum, John Starks, and Jack Tabler. The girls were Betty Burns, Mona Chael, Janie Herring, Marilyn Martin, Verda Martin, Mvrna McMurtry, Betty Nuest, Clara Peterich, and Cecilia Shutske. When we trudged back in 1937, there was a brand new school building waiting for us. Six of our first grade buddies were missing but we man- aged to get 34 in our class. New members included Helen Atkinson, Ruth Ketterman, Frances Lauer, Lola Martin, Betty Taylor, Edmond Coyer, Morris Emerson, Paul Leffew, Fred Minton, Harold Ruggles, Pearl Manns, Kenneth Pratt, Raymond Pfledderer. Hayner Goodpaster, James Mochler, Zathoe Monroe, Robert Odle, and Irvin Zirkle. In the third grade we dwindled down to a measly twenty-six even though Bob Martin did join us. We did a little better in the fourth grade since we had lost only two boys from the third grade. We added Howard Moreland, Mary Taylor, Norma Cole, Charles Cannon, and Betty Beck to our midst. We started going down in number in the fifth grade and never fully recovered. New faces that year included Donald Lippelt, Herbert Studer, Dick Brietzke, and Marvin Miller. In the sixth grade we greeted Bonnie Cambe, Marion Peoples, and Elmo Shaw. Since we had lost four, we were still going down. We finally made it to junior high school and just had to celebrate by having one extra. Marilyn Martin came back as Mary and with her came Bob Elliott, Verda Martin, Phillip Morris, Dale Reinhardt, and Marilyn Moody. As eighth graders we thought we were pretty big stuff but we went down to 25. Charles Cannon came back—this time to stay a while. We just couldn’t slip any further as freshmen. George Deardurff and Edith Downs joined our beaming, intelligent class. Mary Taylor and Hayner Goodpaster decided they couldn’t stand us any longer. They left when we were sophomores. Oria Curtis came from the south to join us. One we missed was Marilyn Moody who died shortly before school started. By the aid of Miss Baughman we presented the play “Brides To Burn.’’ When we came back this year, we were minus six more. Mona Chael and Jeannine Claypool quit during the first semester. In October. Miss Dittmer helped us make “January Thaw’’ an overwhelming success.

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CLARA PETERICH Aggie’' GAA 3. 4 Chorus 1, 4 Class Plays 1, 2, 3, 4 Annual Staff 4 DALE REINHARDT Windy” Baseball 4 Student Manager 4 Stage Manager 3 Senior Play Annual Staff 4 JOHN STARKS Baseball 1. 2. 3. 4 Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4 Track 1, 2, 3 Athletic Club 3 Class Vice-Pres. 1, 3 Student Council 2, 3, (Vice-Pres. 4) Band 1, 2, 3, 4, (Vice-Pres. 4), (Sec.-Treas. 3) Chorus 1 Music Club 3, (Vice-Pres. 3) Class Plays 1, 3, 4 Koutscript Reporter 3 Annual Staff 4 CECILIA SHUTSKE GAA 3, 4 Student Council 3, 4 (Sec.-Treas. 3, 4) Band 1, 2, 3, 4, (Student Director 4) Solo Contest 1, 3, 4 Chorus 1, 2, 3, 4 Harmony Nine 4 Student Director of Grade Operetta 3 Class Plays 1, 2. 3, 4 D. A. R. Award 4 Ass’t Editor of Koutscript 2 Editor of Koutscript 3 Ass’t Editor of Annual 4 BETTY TAYLOR GAA 3, 4, (Vice-Pres. 4) Chorus 1, 3, 4 Class Plays 1, 2, 3, 4 Koutscript Reporter 3 Annual Staff 4 Senior Class Song (Tune: Missouri Waltz) There were fourteen Seniors In the Class of ’48. Each would study very hard And sometimes very late. The girls numbered seven, The boys were the same. And everyone knows that The boys played the game. Many were the happy days We spent within Kouts School, Many were the dreary days We broke the teachers’ rules. But all that we cherish We leave to the rest In good old K. H. S.

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Class Poem The class of which you are to hear Is the best in many a year. You’ve been hearing a lot of late Of the famous class of ’48. When we leave where will you be? A class ahead—mercy me! First there’s Ethel, a shy little lass The blondest girl in all the class. Then there’s Cannon, our basketball star No person his record can mar. Curtis came to us from the hills And gave the freshman girls a few thrills. Edith Downs sometimes stays at home But we’d bet it’s not all alone. Our little red head is Earl For him there’s just one girl. Bob Kraker, better known as “Swede” If Harriett says, “No,” his heart will bleed. Frances Lauer is the executive type You hardly ever hear her gripe. Myrna will answer to almost any name Sometimes we wonder if she’s sane. Clara Peterich, She’s a pretty thing She’ll make some boy’s heart bing. Next in line is handsome Ray He’s quite the guy, wouldn’t you say? Dale Reinhardt is the windy one And into the ditch his car does run. Shutske, the biggest of the B. T. O.’s After Polack John she really goes. John Starks is our clothes horse Is he a wolf?—But of course. The last of our class Is Betty, a rather intelligent lass. Every one of us you now know. Just one more thing before we go. Our motto: “So little done so much to do.” Now we’ll leave the school to you.