Linden High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Linden, IN)

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THE BULLDOG 1 9 5 2 The eighth grade was a normal year. We were accustomed to being in the assembly, had learned to find our way among the class rooms, and were anxiously awaiting the day when we would be full-fledged freshmen. Naturally, during the first few weeks of our first year of high school our heads were in the clouds; however, the upper classmen soon made us realize we were just green Freshmen. The sophomore year was climaxed by the arrival of our treasured green and white class sweaters. With the selling of concessions, the ordering of class rings, the pre- sentation of our Class Play, “Calling All Carrs”, the junior-senior recep- tion, and the many other activities, we felt our junior year had been a very active and most enjoyable one. Finally, the senior year arrived, and we were busy working on our annual, looking forward to the time we would receive our diplomas. We hope the last twelve years have not been too strenuous for our teachers and fellow students. The thirteen of us wish you who are still in school as happy a time as we have had.

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CLASS HISTORY In the fall of 1940 fifteen frightened, yet excited, children entered the first grade class room of Linden High School. The warm greetings given us by Miss Stephenson and the thrill of new friendships soon ban- ished our fear. Miss Stephenson, with her gentle firmness and unlimited patience, guided us through the first year successfully and provided the foundation upon which our education has been built. At the end of our second year in school, Miss Bymaster was still try- ing to convert monsters into little ladies and gentlemen. However, when, in the third grade, Mrs. Eva McKinsey Hudson pad- died wirey Donald Waltz, a new class member, for crawling between the rows of seats, our conduct strangely improved immediately. Besides Don- ald, cheerful little Lester Rafferty joined the rank and file of the class of 1952 that year. In the fourth year of elementary training, it is customary for eager learners to begin their study of the history of their country. Mrs. Gilky, under whose supervision Mrs. Hudson had gladly placed us, shortly dis- covered that we didn’t want to study history but were determined to make the grade. Nevertheless, we and Mrs. Gilky survived the struggle; and at last we were ready to ascend the awe-inspiring stairway that seemed to be only for high school students. At the top of the stairway we found Mrs. Burns, who guided us through the fifth and sixth grades. During the sixth year diminutive Martha Fifer’s name w'as added to the class roll. The seventh grade was uneventful until Jo Ann Clark, a trumpet play- er from Remington, invaded the class. We hadn’t fully recuperated from Jo Ann’s arrival when Charles Kell, a good-looking farm boy with dimples, joined us. During the latter part of the seventh year, Charlotte Ruch, who had an excellent eye for horses, became a new class member.

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SENIOR WILL We, the Senior Class, knowing that our days in this dear high school are numbered and being of unsound mind, will and bequeath all our treas- ured possessions to the Junior Class. I, Virginia Anthrop, will and bequeath to Jane Sabens my ability to go with a certain boy for longer than three weeks. To Sonny Coopman, I will and bequeath my ability to square dance and not to back out on my word. I, Jo Ann Clark, will and bequeath to Pat Gould my position as “Miss Talkative” of 1953 as I was in 1952. To Laura McBee, I will and bequeath my ability to wear a boy’s class ring without having it affect my sense of balance. I, Martha Fifer, will and bequeath to Pat Gould my ability to have dates. To Ethel Ritchie, I will and bequeath a new mirror when her old one wears out. I, Barbara Guard, will and bequeath to Linn Goldsmith a new theme tablet and my dimples. To Fred McBee, I will and bequeath my satisfac- tion in going with only one person and a book entitled “What To Do on a Date.” I, Barbara Hunsicker, will and bequeath to Sonny Coopman my ability to keep my hair curly without doing it up every night and my ability to keep my cheeks rosy without applying makeup. To Virginia Brewer, I will and bequeath my unsophisticated ways and my mild, easy-going temper. I, Charles Kell, will and bequeath to Mae Cummins my set of dimples. To J. C. DePlanty, I will and bequeath my long legs when his wear out. I, Lester Rafferty, will and bequeath to Ethel Ritchie my girlish figure. To Larry Payton, I will and bequeath my ability to establish a county track record for the mile run. I, Ruth Ritchie, will and bequeath to Virginia Brewer my flaming red hair. To Margaret Hawkins, I will and bequeath all my boy friends. I, Charlotte Ruch, will and bequeath to Shirley Todd my ability to go steady, yet have at least two dates a week. To Laura McBee, I will and