Leo High School - Oracle Yearbook (Leo, IN)

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the group No Matter How You Look At It, Sometimes You Just Have To Roll Up Your Sleeves And Dig In. Dark and solemn, the only sound in the halls was the click-click of his heels echoing in the empti- ness. It was a quiet time to pre- pare for the day ' s full schedule and finish grading yesterday ' s tests. Stepping inside he flipped on the lights, giving the familiar room a sense of life. He surveyed the floor finding no paper or tooth- less combs cluttering the cold concrete, the chalkboard was spotless, and the desks free of pencil marks. The Group 9

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DEDICATION Loren S. Jones as he was: Playing foot- ball without a helmet . . . Roughing it on a fishing trip . . . Roughing it in the army . . . Dressed for his wedding . . . Trying to look busy at his desk . . . At home with his wife Ginny, Loren poses with his two newly adopted chil- dren. Nineteen years, a long time? It ' s more than a lifetime to most of us at Leo High School, and it ' s a good sized chunk of one man ' s life — the man who has been the only principal here since before most of us were born. Loren S. Jones. Jones brought with him a back- ground rich in a variety of exper- iences. He had served for 6 years in the military dur ing WW II, rising to the rank of captain. He had taught industrial arts and math, coached, and then served at Monmouth H.S. as principal for 6 years. He had a B.S. from Ball State, an M.S. from Purdue, and 5 years at I.U. ' s grad school. Always a worker, he accepted the challenge of building a first class center for education. It ' s hard to imagine what the school must have been like (in- deed ancient history) in 1959 when Mr. Jones first took the helm. It truly was a country school, half the size it is now, and not yet accredited by the state. The community was growing, the number of students mushroom- ing, and the building expanding. As the school and classes became larger and demands on teachers increased, dehumanization seemed inevitable. 10 Dedication