Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1948, realizing that we shall soon depart from these corridors of know- ledge to take our individual positions in this troub- led world, do hereby leave our outstanding quali- ties and abilities to those we have chosen as wor- thy of them. We sincerely hope that the fortunate receivers will uphold these most highly valued characteristics, so they, too, may leave behind them their most-prized possessions. ARTICLE I. To our everlastingly cherished fac- ulty, we bequeath our deepest gratitude for the patience and the tolerance they have shown in these past four years. ARTICLE II. To the janitors and janitresses, we express our most hearty thanks for the untir- ing effort they have put forth to retain, at all times, the neat appearance of our halls and classrooms. We also appreciate their continual striving to educate us in the importance of clean- liness and well-kept surroundings.. ARTICLE III. To the juniors, we leave the bright arid cheery atmosphere that is created in the civics room. Any bewilderment as to the nature of this sunny environment may be solved by one nonchalant glance at the neckties of Mr. Snedaker. ARTICLE IV. To the sophomores, we bequeath not only the anticipation of becoming upper- classmen, but also the willing spirit to build and strengthen the desirable activities that Lancaster High School has to offer. ARTICLE V. To the freshmen, we bequeath the honored position of lending a helping hand to the “inexpcrienccd,, eighth graders upon their entrance into high school. ARTICLE VI. To the incoming class of '52, we leave the everlasting maze of corridors and the customary new acquaintance with both stu- dents and teachers. We wish you the best of luck in the four years to follow. ARTICLE VII. We of the Senior Class, who are about to be graduated, do hereby make the following bequests: I, Jackie Kerr, to anyone capable of asking them, my impossible questions. I, Mary Jane Bohlander, to Pearleene Keller, my quiet and reserved manner. I, Norma Schisler, to Jane Ann Pursell, my height and physical structure to “tote” the flag. I, Bob Schneider, to Harold Kclch, my photo- graphic ingenuity. We, Evelyn Schilling and Bruce Boyer, to Joyce Lewis and Leon Wolford, our charm at the key- board. I, Nancy Acton, to Cynthia Brincr, my “fiery locks. I, Freddie Await, to Jim “Fat“ Reid, my small stature. I, Carol Zimmerman, to Mary Elizabeth Ran- dolph, my “gleeful giggling. We, the Brown twins, to George Yoder, the managership of the stage. I, Jim Slagle, to Dave Crook, my grace on the dance floor. I, Lucy Turnbull, to anyone with rhyme and rhythm, my poetic skill. I, Johnny Lerch, to Bill Hermann, my dynamic personality within so small a structure. We, the athletic girls and boys of the senior class, to those who will succeed us in the field, our good sportsmanship. I, Dick Braddock, to Bill Arledgc, my blond, curly hair. I, Warren Martin, to Bill Thomas, my title of “hot lips. I, Jackie Goodwin, to anyone worthy, my newly discovered dramatic ability. We, Eleanor Bailey and Carl Halsey, to Donna Hunter and Carol Brown, our artistic touch. I, John Towt, to Tyge Irskens, my scientific knowledge. « I, Jim Wcsthovcn, to Ronnie Pugh, my “reet clothes. ARTICLE VIII. We, the Class of 1948, be- queath to every student who enters Lancaster High School, the proud feeling that is created on being enrolled in the best high school ever. It is our desire that each class to be graduated from these halls of learning will feel as we do— fortunate to have attended such a high-rank- ing school. ARTICLE IX. Because of the valuable treas- ures being disposed of, we do hereby name Miss Griffith and Mr. Snedaker executors of this our last Will and Testament. In witness whereof, we have hereunto set our hand and seal this third day of June in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and forty- eight. (Signed) Class of 1948 Marian Smith, Chairman Jo Ann Wcsthoven Sam DeMerell

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CLASS H STORy On November 8 Nancy Acton, the Junior atten- dant, accompanied Ginny Jessup at the Home- coming Game. The Student Council sponsored a highly successful dance following this event. The music of Dale Thatcher's orchestra and the glittering decorations made the traditional Junior Prom unforgettable. In April we presented our first play, “Maybe You're Wrong, under the direction of William C. Still. Shortly after the play, Mr. Schaaf, our principal for more than two years, left to assume new duties at Garfield Heights. Miss Hudson was named act' ing principal for the remainder of the year. The Junior-Senior Reception, an event at the close of the year, was an outstanding success. After three eventful years, on September 2, we entered the final phase of our high school career. Mr. Brown, our new principal, impressed us very highly and has shown himself to be a most capable and efficient leader. Directing our most memorable year were John Lerch, president; Warren Martin, vice-president; Marian Smith, secretary; and Bruce Boyer, treas- urer. Norma Lee Fricsner was chosen to reign as Homecoming Queen this year, with Shirley Free- land acting as senior attendant. The Homecoming Dance that followed the game was an exciting event sponsored by the Student Council, of which Bill Eyman was president. The Senior Ball, under the supervision of Mr. Snedaker, was an event of November 21. Dan Mattox and Audrey Wiseman reigned as King and Queen for this gala affair.. An excellent performance, coupled with beauti- ful scenery and furniture, made the Senior Play, “Junior Miss, highly successful. The Junior-Senior Reception on May 21 was ea joyed very much by all attending. Completing our high school career. Class Night was followed in swift succession by the Baccalaur- eate service on May 30 and Commencement exer- cises on June 3. t Thus those of us who have completed this four- year memorable and pleasant journey and arc now on the threshold of our next great ventures and experience look forward with keen anticip- ation to the coming events. Intermingled with a feeling of regret at the conclusion of what may be one of our most pleasurable experiences, we realize with a deep appreciation the greater strength and preparedness given us by our Alma Mater. Warren Martin, Chairman John Towt John Lerch Francis Hulkenberg

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CLASS POEM A shining world is balanced in our hands; We feel the pulsing of its crystal tides; We see the greenness of the lovely lands Traced in clear colors on its gleaming sides. If our hands should tremble in their trust. And the bright ball be tumbled from its place. If it should slip and shatter into dust And trickle soundlessly Into infinity. Swirling with the winds of empty space. We, standing empty-handed, would be left With nothing else to dream our dreams upon. Our hope and love alike would be bereft Of the perfected beauty they had spun. We shall not trust our faltering hands to hold A future of such bright fragility. But safely in our hearts the vision hold And it shall be a light Through the storm and night. Till we shall bring it to reality. —Lucy Turnbull