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

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Hear Underclassmen, It seems only yesterday that we were the newest crop of freshmen, green, shy. retiring, and meek. We were overawed by the seniors but the awe vanished the day that Miss Walk sighed to us about the senior love affairs. We dashed out the minute the bell rang to see if these mighty personages held hands. We labeled Miss Seaman's skeleton Oscar and Oswald and shuddered when we had to bring live grasshoppers to school. We weren't exactly dumb, but a few of us did hunt for the elevator. When the boys came to school with their curly locks plastered down, looking like some- thing out of a hair tonic ad. we discovered that we had taken our place as sophomores. The class was started up the ladder of success when we sponsored the Sophomore Hop. It was then that we started looking forward, not very eagerly, to the Hi-Y and Girl Reserve initiations. Luckily the school decided that initiations during school hours were taboo. Of course the hours after school were put to good use. What bewildered us most was how we could ever use geometry when, by now it looked like “if, we ever managed to graduate. Juniors at last, we began to lord it over the freshmen. The Thanksgiving Dance was ours to sponsor, and we aren't bragging when we admit that we did make more than any other class had previously. Then came the thrill of the Girl Reserve and Hi-Y formals. In the spring we determined to top the senior play performance with our play ''June Mad.” We messed up the dress rehearsal gloriously but got it in shape for the final night. Swelled up with pride, we played host to the seniors at the Prom Banquet. Everything was absolutely ship-shape. Our pilot, the first to represent the fairer sex, steered us on an enjoyable course. From that time forward our spare moments were occupied with plans for the Prom. The Civic was decorated within an ''inch of its life.'' After dancing our shoes through, we proceeded to the Country Club where we cavorted till the wee hours of the morn. We returned from a mad scramble of a summer to the envious ranks of seniors only to find that we didn't have time to enjoy ourselves. Everyone started collecting records like mad, and whether Glen Miller surpassed Tommy Dorsey was the leading question. We survived the rush and settled down to studying and more studying. In November we pranced out in our fineries to view the senior play and felt absolutely ancient when we saw some of our friends playing very grown-up parts in Another Spring. Time flew and all at once it was January and we had to cram like mad for the inevitable semester tests. It was a question of the survival of the fittest. One day we all started staring out the windows with glassy eyes; the first symptoms of spring fever had hit us. The Spring Dance committees tore their hair for ideas and at last thought of some fully worthy of seniors. Our last fling in school was Class Day. Well, we tried to please everybody. It's all over; the school days which we professed to hate so thoroughly are gone, and we'll never feel the thrill of coming into high school as freshmen or the satisfaction of hav- ing attained the ranks of seniors. There are tears in our eyes as we go out the door for the last time as students, and really regret that we don't have four more years to stay. Be- sides by the time you’ve been here four years you really know the ropes. Hoping that you can fill our shoes we are, The Seniors 15