Louisville Male High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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Zin Hlvmnriam BrigadierfGeneral james Robert Lindsay, a distinguished soldier and geutlerncm, served his country faithfully for fortyfsix years micl earned the love and respect of all who knew him, especially the students and faculty of Louisville Male High School, where from April 7, 1921, 'to fume 30, 1932, he held with distincticm the post of Professor of Military Science and Tactics.

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FACULTY First Row-E. J. Ditto, J. D. Turley, M. XV. Newbold, G. C. Hummel, H. A. Salyer, A. I. Beeler, Major Bashore, Frank Vwflmite. Second Row-O. R. Lieclwty, H. D. Cannon, B. Carpenter, W. L. Dennis, J. R. Boyd, R. V. Tallrnan, W. C. Ford, A. H. Hinds, A. Elam, W. F. Bradbury, I. T. Glenn, M. R. Holtzman, H. D. Glenn, C. A. Belch, C. E. Patterson, E. M. Ray, I. E. Green. Third Row-E. N. Crum, A. A. Mooney, O. L. Wright, H. L. Routh, Lynn Thayer, A Young, C. W. Knudson, S. C. Osborn, C. H. Edwards, T. W. Hines, C. E. Koerber, W. L Pearce, L. C. Wetherell, A. E. Kalmer, T. H. Allen, T. C. Hesmer. Fourth Row-L. C. Gardner, Drake, K. H. Freer, C. E. Carmack, E. E. Black, W, C. Hatfield A. R. Blythe, W. S. Milburn, George Robbert, Hamblcton Tapp.

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CLASS PROPI-IECY June 6, 1940 Dear Diary: Tofnight I have known for the first time the sweet sorrow of parting from some' thing you have come to cherish highly, something that seems virtually a part of you. Tofnight two hundred and sixtyffive of us held graduation exercises as the class of '40 of Louisville Male High School. As I looked about me, I saw that I was not the only one stirred by the occasion. There were eyes filled with tears of pride and joy, last minute, nervous, reading over of speeches, a hustle and bustle back stage that marks the coming of a big event, an electricity in the air, a raising of a curtain and hushed whispers of That's him, that's our boy! Into each outstretched hand was placed a last remnant of a chapter in our lives, closed to us forever, yet to be relived countless times whenever old grads get together. June 6, 1960. Dear Diary: Shades of High School days! Paul Koshewa dropped in on me today. I've only seen him a few times since we graduated from High School twenty years ago. He just got back from our new colony on Mars. His new 1960 rocket plane coupe is a honey. Ask the man who owns one. He brought news about our struggle to hold the colony. General Barnes is in charge of defense plans. On his staff are Colonels james, Shea, Williams, Peak, and Sherman. Major Petty commands the rocket fleet while Majors Kearns and B. R. Jones direct submarine warfare. Captains Hinton, Keirce, Haubenrich, and Vincent have been decorated for bravery in action while guarding the king's harem. Ross is in the dog house because the cosmic rays faded his wife's curtains. Oh dear, same old Jack and Jane. Dr. Craig Alford is taking special care of Pappy Cers who is suffering from mental it can't be done itellya and, who, since the first trip to Mars, keeps mumbling something like: It's a simple law of physics, gravity won't permit it. Paul said Eddie Hale arrived in the colony not long ago. He said he heard the miles were shorter up there. We watched the television set most of the evening. Heard several talks, Samuel Castleman on My Famous Five Minute Speech, Jack Kirwan on 'LWe Coaching Kirwans, and Charlie Kuhn on All Around Athletics. Later we saw and heard Ira Huff, his drums and his orchestra, featuring vocalist Joe Reigler, who sang You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby. They were sponsored by Dean Bros. Tires, Inc., whose slogan is, The rocket will never replace the car, we hope. Then followed a debate on advanced chemistry. Cn one side were Messrs. Klosterman, Sachs, Beck, and Maynard, on the other Messrs. Seng, Neff, McMillan, and Clarke. You'd never guess who won. Bob Tyler, Vert Smith, jack McComas, and Tommy Stokes came in later in an extremely jovial mood. Said they had been down helping Jack Veeneman take inventory at the distillery. A few little odds and ends needed polishing off. Well that's all for tonight. Guess I'll go to see Salzman's Cardinals play Charlie Embry's Yanks tomorrow. Don't ask me how it's going to come out. What do you think I am-a prophet? -Du journal d'Arthur R. Sager.