Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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MARY TUCKER She has a naturo kind and true; You know it when she looks at you. BESSIE WALT Do as you would be done by Is the surest method of pleasing. MARY JANE WALTERS A thing of beauty is a joy forever. [OE WEISHAUPT He used to roll them down the alley, But now he helps the Yanks to tally. EVELYN WESTENBARGER Always talking, never still, Evelyn's a spreader of good will. MARJORIE WILKINS In tumbling stunts Boo does excel; In other sports she does quite well. BOB WILLIAMSON Stinky's just a barrel of fun. The Navy took this athletic one. MARGARET WILLIS She never liked to study much; She liked to laugh and talk and such. BILL WILSON What would coach do without Bill? As baseball manager he has skill. JOHN WINDESHEIM Curls and dimples all in one— This boy really loves his fun. LEWIS WOLFE Louie Wolfe, King of the Keys, He tickles the ivories v ith skill and ease. RUTH WOLFE This Wolfe is really as meek as a lamb. ELMER WOLFINGER Someday I'll wake up and find myself famous. LOUISE WOLFINGER She's been in our band all four years. Played at games, and added her cheers. MARILYN BRAIN Original views On gathering news. KENNETH SAUNDERS A fullback, solid as a rock— The football team all called him Sock.

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CL» P, oem The ticking clock beats out the time And marks the measures loud and clear— Those faithful clocks that have withstood So many glances through the year. Sage seniors now, we look behind And peer into the distant past. We hardly see our freshman year— We’ve changed so much; we’re grown at last. Its outlines slowly are discerned: Quite lost we were and half afraid, But soon we felt that we belonged” And with our fears o’ercome, we stayed. As sophomores, dissatisfied, We catered to the upper class; We jumped at every beck and call. In awe we humbly watched them pass. And then, last year, that blissful dream We had of upper-classmen ceased. We felt no different than before; What dignity we had, decreased. But suddenly we realize That soon our school days will be o’er; And, serious, we face it now— We are the ones that fight this war. Now we depart with seeming joy. Oh, yes, we’re glad we’re through,” we say; But in our hearts we shed a tear, Then brush it hastily away. And soon we’ll step out through the doors Of L.H.S-, our Mater dear. With memories of years well spent, We meet our future without fear. —Betty Jeanne Nichols