Madison High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Madison, OH)

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CAULDRON STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF — JOANNE GIVENS CO-WORKERS MARILYN ATKIN JOHN BEHLING BERNARD BOBITCH MAXINE BROCKWAY LEE CORNELL BARBARA FRINK ARTY IVONE ALICE HIETANEN CAROL JEROME HALFORD JOINER JACK LOWRIE SAM MILLER JOYCE PECKHAM EARL SEITH MARILYN SCHIRING RICHARD TITMAN PHYLLIS WHIPPLE MARILYN WICKERT MISS KNOEPPEL 5

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CLASS HISTORY Sr WAS a “fair and foul” day, back in the fall of ’44 when a group of frightened Freshmen crouched and slunk through those old portals of M. M. H. S...Their usual high spirits and un- equaled bursts of ever enthusiasm were not only quelled, but cramped right out, by those “pinch- hitters of morbidity”--viz.—the seniors. But somehow surviving the hatred taunts of upper class- men when not feeling like perfect fools, we did our meager best, by putting an all out effort on a few activities. We threw a gala skating party at the “Shore Palace,” for all to enjoy themselves to the utmost. The next event on the agenda was in striking contrast. For the “Stunt Night” pro- gram we really pulled a faux pas. M. Schiring, the weird humorist, concocted a “Schiring’s Spe- cial” and wrote a Mock Wedding. Will we ever forget the expression on A1 De Heck’s face as he plowed out on the stage with knees cramped over the handle-bars of a kiddy’s tricycle? Or Buse’s husky “torch” singing, giving out for all he was worth, with a suped-up version of “is You Is or Is You Ain’t My Baby ’ as it hideously resounded through the auditorium? The whole thing, as you would expect from a bunch of little, inexperienced Freshmen, was a big farce. However, we did manage scads of fun working on it. Also that year we managed to place a fair representation of our class on the basketball and football squads. The hailing of the Sophomore year found us more or less engrossed on a scholastic basis. For a brief change we got down to business and in the groove, our foremost interests being on the inclination of our studies. Our notorious horse play was at that time meeting its lowest «bb. The activities that year were few. A “Pearl Harbor’’ dance was staged on the 7th of December in memory of that decisive date. The birth of the Junior year found all the old zest and crazed minds once more set into scheem- ing action. Getting off on the wrong foot, we watched the addition of J. G. to our class. Not allow- ing opportunity to knock twice we found some culprits subtly snagging unauthorized advantages for putting illegal tactics into operation, hoping to cover up under the pater’s influence. (Boy! were they fooledlll??) Sometimes they pulled pretty slick jobs and other times they paid--right on the nose! As we had sufficiently mastered the novel art of foolery, we found it was a cinch to once again resume our former status, as the worst hellions the school yet produced. We held a holiday dance at “Ye Olde Tavern” in Unionville. This was a semi-formal affair and offered a good schedule of enjoyment. Full speed ahead was the indicated procedure for the Junior Play. This remarkable feat brought out the hidden talents of many members of our class and truly astounded all. Inevitably, of course, along with the more serious moods, there was quite a filler of the us- ual antics. For instance: the day the whole gang relieved the institution of their presence to in- dulge in swimming activity. And remember the ever-memorable night after the (slay, where the entertainment was furnished at the Lowrie residence. Next in order came1 ‘thee’ event of all events--the Junior-Senior Prom. As the magnitudinous bank account filled five digits (in big fat zeros) it was necessary for the laggards to really put forth some of that reserve energy. Strug- gling against the alloted time, our efforts finally saw achievement. The affair was held at the Madison Country Club, with the mellow music of Russ Harmon and his orchestra. This was tremendously enjoyed and a marvelous time was reaped by all. With our more ardorous strug- gles we managed to limp through the rest of that year. Now—111 the ultimatum or grand finale—the stage was all set for us; we merely had to successfully portray the role of the “almighty seniors.” Simple?—Hah—Maybe the whole deal sounds easy; however, you foolish mere mortals, we had our hands plenty full. For you to properly analyze the situation so you may better appreciate our tedious efforts, we shall state a brief resume of the ordeal. Our little role of seniors consisted of three main stages; ie., 1st, the exploratory or reconnaissance; 2nd, an ultimatum, and last, but not least, the active or par- ticipatory. So first up we acquired the usual customary characteristics marking befitting to our distinguished positions—the smug know-it-all-swagger, with detestable contempt for those who had not yet made the grade. Then a little fun with those abominable, obnoxious and equally a- trocious intruders to our haven—the Freshmen. Shall we say they endured a slight initiation? (We better or we will be liars!!) Now we shall proceed to the second stage which will include some of our accomplishments. The “Senior Kick-Off”to celebrate the climax of the grid-iron season, the “Senior Hayride,” immensely appreciated by many; then the hectic work on the Cauldron, losing sleep, missing classes and staying at school all night to complete it. Of course, 7 (continued on page 64)