Loogootee High School - Black Gold Yearbook (Loogootee, IN)

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Senior Class History We entered Loogootee Public High School in 1954 as freshmen. Fifty-one freshmen enjoyed a hayride, skating party, sock hop, and a trip to Spring Mill under Mr. Holland, our class sponsor. Our class officers were: President Vice-president Secretary Treasurer Sharon Gibson Kenny Panne 11 Shirlee Dillon Pat Montgomery In 1955, forty-one of us entered as sophomores. With our sponsors, Mr. Page and Mrs. Dooley, we participated in a series of activities, including a skating party and a trip to Spring Mill. Our class officers were: President Sharon Gibson Vice-president James Smith Secretary-Treasurer Nancy Hawkins In 1956, thirty-nine of us entered as juniors. Mr. Jones and Miss Crooke were our sponsors. This year was full of activities with the main one being our Junior-Senior Prom which with the help of Miss Crooke was a huge success. Our junior play, Susan Steps Out, another success thanks to Mr. Jones and Mr. Gates. We also enjoyed a trip to Spring Mill. We were also very happy to receive our class rings. Our class officers were: President Sharon Gibson Vice-president James Gentry Secretary Kenny Panne 11 Treasurer Yvonne Sheetz In 1957, thirty-one returned as seniors. We have enjoyed a hayride, sock hop, and another successful play. This year our play was Hillbilly Weddin'. We are very proud of our year- book, The Black and Gold, which is published with the untiring help of our sponsor, Mr. Jones. We have planned a trip to Washington, D. C. and New York along with our sponsor, Mr. Jones. We are also looking forward to a banquet and prom. We have graduating a yell leader, Sharon Gibson, three baseball players: James Smith, Jovian McKinley, and James Harkness; and one basketball player, James Smith. We will always remember our baccalaureate and commence- ment. We will never forget the five classmates to whom this Black and Gold is dedicated. Our class officers were: President James Smith Vice-president Gerald Frye Secretary Phyllis Anderson Treasurer Phyllis Ledgerwood Reporter Carolyn Harrid Written by Jovian McKinley

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WILLIAM JEROME KEDVVELL - Jerry Class Play, Senior Ambition: Knight of the Road Saying: Missuh Jones Pet Peeve: Living Hobby: Breathing JANICE SUE HALL Booster Club 1 yr. Home Ec. Club 4 yrs. Ambition: Marriage Saying: No foolin' Pet Peeve: Kid brothers Hobby: Getting in trouble

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Senior Class Prophecy It was during the spring recess at W. V. U. that I decided to start my vacation off by going to a carnival. Passing by the side shows, I saw a large crowd gathered at the Harem Dancers. I heard a familiar voice yell out .. .featuring the 'Blossum of the Harem'... Karlene Strawn. I thought — how familiar that barker looks, if he didn't have that long, red beard, I'd swear it was Jerry Kidwell up to his old tricks. I walked on down the tine until I saw a big sign which said Gloria Bloom, the Snake Charmer. Jim Smith sold me my ticket and I went in. At first glance, I didn't recog- nize her, with all those snakes wrapped around her body, but sure enough, it was she. The next day I started my trip around the world, to look up all my old classmates. My first stop was in Texas at Red's Dude Ranch. I was very surprised to find Kenny Pannell giving Shirley Enlow horseback riding lessons. From Texas I went on to San Francisco. While awaiting the sailing of my ship I went to a motion picture theatre. The newsreel was just beginning. It was about a lady wrestler called the Blond Her- cules. She was masked and much to my surprise during the struggle her opponent pulled her mask off. Good Heavens!! It was Margie Street. The next day I set sail on the Cool Cookie. I mistakingly wandered into the cap- tain's quarters. There sat Richard Taylor, in deep concentration, still trying to com- pose the class song. Poor thing, it had gone to his head. Meanwhile, up on deck the girls were flocked around the famous playboy, Jim Wright. That night the ship's orchestra supplied entertainment. Janice Hall really beat a mean tempo on her bongo drums. Passing the equator I was standing on deck with my spyglasses. On the horizon was a small dot. As we grew closer, I could make out a small island. It was deserted, or so I thought, until I saw a long figure sitting there cracking coconuts—Good Heavens! It was Eddie Wildman. There was a short stop in South America. It was a fine opportunity for me to visit Plyllis Ledgerwood, who was running a sugar plantation. On the way to Africa we went by Borneo, but we were afraid to stop. The captain was nice enough to go as close to Sue Bledsoe's chicken farm as he could. I'll always re- member her standing there surrounded by chickens, waving. Later, in Africa, we took time out for a safari into the jungle. Everywhere we went, the natives were talking a- bout their White God. We met him while on an elephant hunt. Yes, it was the same old Pat Montgomery. Venturing further into the jungle we ran into another safari. It was Phyllis Anderson pushing her way into Deepest, Darkest Africa, to sell Silky Straight to the pigmies. We left her there and went on to Egypt. There we saw Viv- ian Collins, who has a whole herd of camels and rents them to tourists. She directed us to King Tuts tomb where we met Bonnie Sheetz. She is an archaeologist now and has a gay time digging up old tombs. From Egypt I traveled on to Turkey to meet our suave, sophisticated, peacemaking ambassador, Carolyn Harris. Next stop—China. Everyone kept telling me about Lee's exotic tea house, so I made it my next stop. Lee Beeman was certainly the last person I ever expected to see in a kimono. From the dark Orient, I went into bright, sunny Italy. I didn't expect to see anyone there, but I just stopped off for a rest. So I was surprised to run into Sharon Hite. She was gathering information for a book she was writing, How to dig up a City.