Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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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.

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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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Class Will Be it remembered that we, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Eight, being in sound state of mind, the cream of the intellect, and evermindful of the uncertainty of this life and of approaching dismember- ment, do make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us made. I, ETHEL BIRKY, will my quietness and studiousness in class to Jim Schumacher. I, CHUCK CANNON, will my height to Vic Martin for basketball purposes. T, ORIA CURTIS, will not. I’m going to need everything I have. I, EDITH DOWNS, will my ability to get kicked out of class to Bill Wilson. I, EARL HEFNER, will my driving ability to anyone who has nothing to live for. I, BOB KRAKER, will my Swedish intelligence to the Swedes. I, FRANCES LAUER, will my athletic ability to Beverly Perry. I, MYRNA McMURTRY, will my intelligence to Jim Tuesburg. I, CLARA PETERICH, will my school beauty crown to Barb Denton. I, RAYMOND PFLEDDERER, will my way with the girls to George Deavers. I, DALE REINHARDT, will my ability to park in the ditch to Steve Fox. I, CECILIA SHUTSKE, will my ability to play the baritone to Edna Olson. I, JOHN STARKS, will my clean basketball playing to Don Thomas. I, BETTY TAYLOR, will my “get my lesson complex” to Cork Maul. We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will to Miss Dittmer all our Public Speaking books. We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will all our cooperation to Mr. Fosdick. We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will to Mrs. Hefner all our gum to stick on trays.