La Porte High School - El Pe Yearbook (La Porte, IN)

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-Senior CL, 'Mns A self made class! Even though we had our doubts as we passed through our first year, we can now brag of the knowledge we brought into this school as freshies and which previous seniors had not taken away. That first year we went dizzily through weeks of comparative freedom, staring at room numbers and taking our work plumb serious —but we survived in fine style. We had our first taste of social life when we made our debut at the Mixer, then rapidly we turned from one activity to another: we furnished the background for the Mikado; we filled in the band and orchestra, joined the Fighting Fifty (or should we admit it?); entered the algebra and geometry contests; and—last but not least—joined the cram sessions held every six weeks, after which time results were turned in by the teachers.......During our second year, not content to be sitting in the limelight for long, we branched out on a road never before explored by a sophomore class—that of sponsoring a dance. At the Sophomore Swing Out, only sophomores, silly souls, were seen swinging, sway- ing, swirling to saxy strains and appreciating the white picket fences and park benches. It brought experience in making artificial apple blossoms anyway, if not in entertaining crowds and handling money. But a bake sale soon had us dancing again at the seniors' dances (every Friday night in our squeaky, cozy gym—remember?). Initiation of our Girl Reserves and Hi-Y boys left an unforgettable impression upon our memories and, New Years or no New Years, we resolved to do a little revenging ourselves when we could hold the paddle and cold cream. And as for the music contests—during the district band contest, we assisted nobly by doing some expert flirting (three ways at once); and we threw out our chests and wore beaming smiles for a solid week when the orchestra received first Division ranking at the National Contest.The Thanksgiving Dance, complete with brittle fall leaves and corn stalks, started our junior year off nicely; and it was during this same season of the year that Elmer Slicer was brought into being. Dear little Elmer—who watched us experi- ment with activity tickets for the first time, beat Mishawaka for the first time, do the Big Apple for the first time. We attended the first P. T. A. New Year's Dance held at the Civic Auditorium so our mothers' and fathers' children would have a safe and sane evening. The Spring Fever came pretty early that year—for in April our junior play by the same name really put us into the mood for such blarney, and we had quite a string of romantic looking couples strolling around school. Then, too, the Prom was rolling around; and no stags were allowed—with the exception of the seven dwarfs! We really made L. P. H. S. Snow White and dwarf conscious! The dwarfs were our banquet speakers; Snow White posed for our Prom programs; her wishing well and magic mirror graced the west end of the softly lighted dance floor, and tree after tree from her own forest surrounded the dancers during the entire evening..Senior year—the worms have now turned! We're the tops, supposedly, as a new trophy case, a new auditorium curtain, and two new clubs (mostly Rats and Axes) have joined our ranks. The senior vocational meetings, our after-game dances in the Civic for the first time, going to exciting basketball semi-finals, and the Spring Dance, the last reunion set to music before the Prom, should all bring back fond memories to you, too. We feel, however, that a grave mistake has been made in naming our play Growing Pains . Seniors no longer consider themselves as having growing pains, and we suggest renaming it That Tired Feeling and we're sure any senior knows what we mean. But all this reminis- cing must stop, for we have made our dent and we must now prepare ourselves to again enroll as freshies in the school of life. This means locks turned in, books sold, baccalaureate, class day, diplomas, and El-Pe. Yes, Sir! We're a self made class—and from now on we'll spend our time worshipping our creator!!! Page fourteen