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

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NEFF VUE 'X History of the Class of 1QLj,Zj. Manheim Township High School will long remember and, probably, just as long regret, the events immediately postdating the opening of the school term of '41-'4-2. It was on that auspicious occasion that the Class of ,441 commenced the unenviable task of being a member of the hallowed Senior High School. As we were very fresh frosh at that period in our course of being impregnated with the wisdom of the ages, our egos were deeply imbued with the drink of having successfully weathered nine years of fiendishly conceived educational schemes. Our sophomore year, with the exception of two outstanding events, was rather void of social activities. The first was the subsumption of the cream of our female crop into the Girl Reserve Club. Upon this assumption of power over their erstwhile competitors the M. T. H. S. feminine equivalent of Cafe Society's 4-00 organized a party consisting of themselves and the more desirable, eligible, and available male element of our class. The machinations of the weaker sex commenced with the tested and true Scavenger Hunt. From this pleasurable point events proceeded to the premises of the Y. W. C. A., where nutrition was supplied for the whole assemblage. The second was a roller skating party held at the ill-fated Olympia. Our junior year had approximately the same lack of social events. A time-honored hay ride momentarily brightened the prospects of several bored, but hopeful, juniors. Mr. and Mrs. Wenrich were present in a slightly different capacity than had probably been their habit previously. The procession terminated at the venerable Manheim Township Legion Post, where refreshments, games, and dancing occupied our attention until the hour was sufficiently far into the A. M. for us to return to our respective domiciles without earning the caustic jeers of our classmates directed at any unfor- tunate adolescent who dared obey, of all people, his parents. None of the events or happenings of this hay ride are set down here as the chronicler feels it far above and beyond his duty to record the actions of those of his classmates who imbibed too freely in the undisputedly desirable qualities of such a hay ride. These same bored, but hopeful, juniors then proceeded to suffer the nearly in- sufferable ennui which inevitably settles upon even higher institutions of learning such as our revered Manheim Township High School. This overcast upon our extra- curricular activities was cleared only slightly by a roller skating party and a bowling party organized by Mr. Wenrich's homeroom with Mr. Wenrich as sponsor and high scorer. ln accordance with the tradition of our school the two most eligible juniors were chosen to lead the Class of '43 in the baccalaureate service and commencement exer- cies. Arthur Thorn, then president of our class, and Jackie Emich received. de- servedly, the honor. Returning to these venerable halls the following September we came to the de- lightful and promising realization that we were seniors. With this revelation we auto- matically fell in with a set of rigid inflexible rules laid down by innumerable preceding senior classes. This information can be rapidly assimilated by daily observation of the absentee slip with special reference spaces reserved for the senior class. Page T wcnty-Six

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1 J DORIS WALTHER LUCKY Dorisiis the individualist of the class. She's the only one who wears blue finger nail polish. blue glasses. and certainly she's the only one who ends a gym exercise by yelling Get up, you bags I As a physieal edueationtieaeher. she'll hit a new high in popu- larity. .IEANNE WEAVER 'CIFIANNFY' ,leanne is that awfully pleasant, awfully friendly gal who always has a smile for everybody. What would the editorial stall do with- out her! Not to intention a eertain food store. RICHARD LEE WELLS DICK Dick Wells is that great big handsome hunk of man in our class wearing that eonstant beaming smile. And with Pat, who ean blame him for being happy? FRICDERICK WIELINGA FREDDIE A look at Freddie in his sailor suit and G-I haireut will never identify him as the hair-raising Zombie in the play of the same name. Even if we ever wanted to forget Freddie away out there in the Navy, we're sure Mary June would never. never let ns. So, more power to both of you. CLADYS YECKER SHORTY 5horty's the girl with that unexpeeted dimple and beeoming blush. Slte's one of the girls at the Bell Telephone with a voice witli a smile and a long-distaneed love affair----the South Pacific Io ln' FXIICI. NEFF VUE Members of the Present Senior Class who are now serving in the Armed lforees. William Sparrow Robert Pyle G c-4i rge Ilullihen Kenneth Helm ,Iames Roberts Harry Hess Fred Ivielinga liicliartl Olsen lliehartl Gibbs Page Twenty-Five

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NEFF VUE The Soupy Scramble held at Hostetter's Play Barn and sponsored by the faculty for the seniors was the first major social event of a year filled with them. A large percentage of our class was astounded to discover that teachers, far from being the unapproachable task masters their job inevitably demands, seemed almost human. They were thoroughly acquainted with the intricacies of Arthur Murray's profession and Mr. Lewar's impeccable manners have been a favorite topic of conversation ever since. Following the Soupy Scramble the Tri-Hi-Y girls, seemingly impressed by the success of their last similar excursion, sponsored another hay ride. The'Crawl lnn was honored with our presence afterward. Mr. Wenrich chaperoned the affair. Reciprocating the administration's desire for amicable relations between them- selves and the senior class, we extended an invitation to the faculty for a Hallowe'en party to be held again at the high honorable Mr. Hostetter's Play Barn. After consum- ing inestimable quantities of cider and doughnuts, we discovered that our former con- clusions regarding teachers had been substantially fortified. We come now in this chronological chronical of events to our senior play. This unsurpassable theatrical production bore the suggestive title of The Zombie . Need- less to say from the opening to the final curtain it was crammed full of entertainment both comical and mysterious. While the quality of the play itself goes unquestioned, the success of our effort was largely due to the magnificent performance given by the cast. The stage crew, without which no such production could even start, much less entertain any hope of being a success, put countless hours of hard work into the play. But to our director, Mr. Druckenbrod, goes the credit for coordinating and polishing these various parts into a play worthy of presentation. None of us will ever forget the good times backstage at rehearsals or at Tourigney's afterward. The Holly Hop , held at the Overlook Country Club, was our Senior Dance, Ray Schaeffer's band did an admirable job of providinginusic for the evening's en- tertainment. This completes the record of things past and now to the future, at the same time professing our ignorance of foretelling events. Certain things, however, are inevitably the same, such as Commencement Exercises. We sincerely hope that ours will be much the same as those of our predecessors, for graduations should remain fairly constant throughout the years. Class Days, on the other hand, should he as distinctive as the various personalities within the class. After careful consideration of the plans under way for our Class Day, we have come to the irresolute conclusion that ours will in no way resemble the efforts of any other class. ' So it is thus that we bring to a close this, the History of the Class of '44, in a mood of longing, anticipation, and, possibly in some cases, regret. We hope that any re- flections uporl the past stimulated by said History will have a beneficial effect upon the reader. We also fervently desire that aside from the above mentioned effects it will serve as a sentimental reminder of old, happy days full of growing up. Page Twenty Seven