Manheim Township High School - Neff Vue Yearbook (Lancaster, PA)

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Cfaao of '43 g cyiafory Way back yonder, way back beyond the yonder, a man stepped out of nowhere onto nothin'. He grabbed a handful of emptiness, shaped and molded it, and produced-the Class of '43, It was in 1937. Most of us started then, in seventh grade. There were some stragglers, fellow students who didn't join our class until sometime later, but the majority of the Manheim Township Class of 1943, the largest class by far ever to graduate from our Nefisville high school, in spite of the war and the manpower shortage, began their studies and their high school life as one large group of boys and girls, united under common leaders and confronted with a common goal. Attaining that goal, graduation, and the events that led up to it, is the story of the Class of '43, how we entered our school in '37 a rather shapeless mass of pupils and left it an organized, functioning body of students . Before that memorable day when we had our first commencement, promotion from junior high school, we did very little, as a class, to change the state of things, or cause commotion in our well-planned daily activity. Of course, there were individuals who made the headlines, and often homerooms or clubs disturbed the chain of scheduled events with roller skating parties, picnics, doggie roasts, and such. But as a class the day for us had not yet arrived, until in May, 1940, having ofiicially completed our studies in junior high, we, the bright and smiling faces of the moment, received our certificates of promotion from Dr. C. Howard Witmer, resident of the Board of Education. I guess we'll always remember the confusion that followed-nobody knew who had anybody else's certificate. It seems that our entrance into tenth grade was really the beginning of the beginning. If any of us had been reluctant about getting into the swim, all such feeling was dissipated now. Most of the regular activities claimed some of us this year. We supplemented the established library staff with a few who loved to tamper with books, and the fellows and girls with printers' ink running through their veins be- came members of the staff of our school newspaper, the Hi-Lite. There were others, potential secretaries and stenographers, who enjoyed pounding out words on a typewriter or dashing off lines of shorthand, who entered the Secretarial Club, and still others who had the urge to lessen the sufferings of man, these enrolled in the Red Cross. This was the year of our school's first big musicale of a new type, the operetta Lelawala. Several of our class were members of the cast and supporting chorus. And in the spring of '41 we hel d to or- ganize and present the last May Day celebration of our school life, introducing two members ofPbur class into the annual beauty parade. Autumn of '41 - Most of us came back to classes as juniors. We had a rather extended vacation this season, because of the polio epidemic scare, but the danger passed over, and with the usual corny jokes and sunken stomachs we started our scholastic life once again. During this semester we really began to get organized, holding class meetings and electing ofiicersg Bob Ulmer, president, Bill Winger, vice-president, jane Snavely, secretary, and Charles Briggs, treas- urer. With members of our class in the band and the orchestra operating up to par, as shown by the crack performance put on by the Southern District Band in '42, and our boys and gals in sports getting their share of the spotlight, we started to get into the full swing of school calendar events. First in our own ersonal hit parade was The Mad March Heirs, our initial dramatic attem t- a comedy. The secondg achievement came with our help in founding the Hi-Y, first organization 0? its kind in the school, and later, in our senior year, its complement, the Tri-Hi-Y girls' club, alternating club periods with the older Senior Dramatics Club. Later in the year we scored again, with our work in the Pirates of Penzance, the school's second operetta. With the fall of '42, we, hardened veterans of years of schooling, began the last lap. We still like to remember that outing with the teachers at Hostetter's Play Barn-the Puppy Prance-and the Hallow- e'en Party we held in '42. Our second dramatic try went over big as we produced One Mad Night. And the surprise of the year came with the new basic training courses, and the organizing of the Man- heim Township High School Victory Corps. Days of work followed, with most of us slaving away at this, our first yearbook, and all of us waiting patiently for our crew hats and dinks. More hours of work, and . . . Commencement. We exchanged a raft of greetings, a host of goodbyes, but the words we heard most often were . . . So long, pal. 1 2