Linden High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Linden, IN)

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When we became sophomores, we proudly received our class sweaters which we had looked forward to for years. We earned money by having paper drives. In the later part of this year Etta Linedecker joined us but left the end of our junior year. Still marching on, we became jolly juniors with enthusiasm over getting our class rings, putting on our play, selling magazines, and concessions. Our junior year was a thrilling year for we sold the highest record on magazines. Our junior play, which was a hit, brought a full house. We had suddenly turned into a mad bunch of hillbillies doing Hillbilly Weddin'. We honored the class of '55 at a recep- tion held at Turkey Run Inn. We had be- come very anxious and inquisitive as to what it would be like to be a senior, but we knew if it were to be anything like our junior year it would be wonderful. Hillbilly Weddin”' Reception' At last the year had arrived for us to wear the traditional senior cords and to sit in the senior row. Sharon Cleveland and Fred White joined us from Bowers. We sold Christmas cards to make money for our trip. The senior boys and girls that had been in athletics and in band received their award jackets. On April 13th we presented You Can’t Take It with You. ” We feel that if the next twelve years are as happy and successful as the past twelve have been, we will have success in life. REMEMBER CLASS OF 1956, The Motto -- Forward Ever, Backward Never.

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'ftytAtony In the fall of 1944, twenty-five bombshells hit the first grade of Linden High School. We were very excited with summer just passing and school days coming forward. Miss Inez Stephenson was our teacher. There are eight of these bombshells left in dear ’ole Linden High School. We are Mary Sue Smith, Pat Miller, Ramona Eutsler, Dick Hunsicker, Al- len Waltz, Bill Vail, Steve Storms, and Russell Grenard. The other seventeen who helped make up our first grade were Dorothy Lyons, Velma Sue Martin, Martha Coopman, Wilda Mae Talbot, Roger Cooksey, Lee Yorks, Joe Harget, Don Sutton, Billy Ray Switzer, Clyde Ritter, Ronald Bible, Boyd Bonifacius, Betty Horn, Judith Keller, Marie Petter, and Fred Winger. Sandra Todd joined our class before our first semester closed. We boomed right on into the second grade with Mrs. Meek as our teacher. Delores Guinn enrolled this year. Here we struggled with our three R’s. Then zooming into the third grade we met Mrs. Edith Doyel who guided us through the mazes of the third year. Onward we went into the fourth grade with Mrs. George Bums as our teacher. We sat dream- ing of the days when we would be able to go up the stairs to the fifth grade. The day came when our dream came true. We were promoted to the fifth grade. Here Miss Dorothy Davis capped the bombshells for the next two years. We were in the same room with the sixth grade which became very confusing to us. Jim Clements, Oliver Lambuth, and A noma Whit- low fell into step with us. Upon returning the next year, we remained in the same room with a little more understanding of how two classes room together. Freda Barton, Carl Schaeffer and Carl Snyder also joined us in our march to junior high. We felt bigger now that we were going into the assembly for the seventh grade. During this year, Mr. George Beatty took the seventh and eighth grades to Chicago to visit the scenic spots. Some of the students had never been out of the state. Mrs. Robert Ray, the home economics teacher, was our sponsor. We enjoyed class skating parties and wiener roasts. On to the eighth grade we went. We now were getting used to going from class to class. We finished our eighth year with the enrollment of eighteen. Many have joined our class and have been with us a few months and even a few for several years and have transferred to other schools. We hope their names are on the graduating lists of other schools for 1956. We can remember many of these such as Mary C. Tipton, Vebra Cook, Lloyd Hartle, Alice Sadler, Doris and Phyllis Dyer, Sandy Ryker, Delores Colwaiser, Diane Me Clure, Sylvia Harper, Larry Priebe, Billy Wagner, and Bob Apple. Others wno started with us are still enrolled in Linden High School and will graduate with a later class. Now finally our freshman year, we were joined by Mary Bushong who stayed throughout this year and part of the sophomore year. Marilyn Meharry, who came with us at the end of our eighth year, stayed throughout our Junior year. As freshmen we chose our major course to follow through high school. The boys chose their athletics and many of the class participated in the choral festival at Attica. Mrs. Betty Ray was still our class sponsor.

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'PxofiAecy One cold winter evening as the wind and snow beat against the side of my cottage I gazed into the dancing fire and there seemed to appear the familiar faces of the gang at Linden High School who graduated in 1956. There appeared the face of Fred White singing the part of Romeo in the magnificent opera of Romeo and Juliet. When the curtain went down on the second act, whom did we see shouting orders for the next act? Nobody, but our own Allen Waltz. I later dis- covered Allen was happily married to the lovely Sharon Cleveland. They owned two goldfish, thirteen cats, a Pekingese, and lived in a trailer with doors so low Sharon cracked her head every time she entered. Then to my vision came the image of Russell Grenard in a coal mine with the sweat up on his brow, loading sixteen tons of coal each day. The picture of a chemistry lab. then came to view and there stood Carl Schaeffer looking at an assortment of chemicals, wondering just what chemical to use next in an experiment before his snickering class. I closed my weary eyes a moment to rest. When I opened them a wondrous sight greeted me. There was Mary Sue Smith on the beach at Miami, Florida, where she was working for a travel agency. I noticed Mary Sue talking to a vivacious blonde. I could not quite identify the striking person. As my eyes peered more earnestly into the leaping fire, I saw the face of Sandy Todd. As the wind caught their voices, I heard Sandy say she found five dollars combing the beach that morning. Into the face of the fire, next, came the map of the world. My eyes then went to the southern part of Texas and on the wide open ranges. I saw a covered wagon with a woman holding a child in her arms. Walking behind the wagon, I saw a tall, lanky, bow-legged cowboy. In his hand was a Geiger counter. I was squinting for the Texas sun was in my eyes and I could not see who the people were. The sun suddenly went behind a cloud and I saw that it was Jim Clements and his lovely wife Dorothy, and Jim, Jr. They were prospecting for uranium. While my eyes were on the southern part of the continent, I saw the top of tall oil wells silhouetted against the purple horizon. As I came closer, I saw a man with oil smudges all over his face. From the dusk of the evening came a woman with dark hair flowing in the evening breeze. I knew her to be Barbara Stewart, Bill Vail's new bride.