Merrillville High School - Merrillvue Yearbook (Merrillville, IN)

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FRANK WILLY Ass ' t Ed. SHIRLEY STOCKWELL Business Mgr. BILL ADANK Art Ed. JOYCE HOCKETT Picture Ed. JfflerriUbue i£ taff MARY RUTH TAYLOR Feature Ed. FAYE ELLEN YAROS Society Ed. DOUGLAS BENOIT Ass’t Picture Ed. GLENNA LAUER Literary Ed. DICK HENDERSON Sports Ed. BETH GABLE Proof Reader Eleven

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MARJORIE REED Editor-in-Chief MESSAGE FROM OUR EDITOR I find it difficult to express the value of the experience I have received these past few months working as editor of the 1944 annual. It is my desire and the desire of each member of the production staff to leave these consolidated memories of 1944 in such a way that the year will hold favor in your eyes both now and in the future. We leave this school soon to take our places in the nation, realizing that we hold the future of this nation in our hands. There is work to be done and you may count on our best. In turn, our duties as upper classmen are left to the future seniors of Merrillville. We trust that you will execute them well. Take this book, study it, enjoy it, and make your criticisms. When you have given your approval, we shall know that we have accomplished our task. Ten

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FOR THE SENIORS OF ’44 Like the majestic mountains That soar to heights unknown, Like the life of the valley folk With the waving grain they’ve sown. Like the pure white glistening snow Which reflects the brilliant sun, So is the life of the senior now With the triumphs each has won. A part are like the valley, So free, content, and gay, Others resemble fields of grain And with silence, their homage pay. Still many have wont to sparkle In a hundred striking ways, As each looks for the entity In life that really pays. Our own parents having striven To show us wrong from right, Our own teachers having given The challenge glowing bright, Our friends having borne with us The smiles, the sighs, the tears, Are thinking of tomorrow, The future of changing years. A short time ago they wondered About this younger generation, Now they watch with pounding hearts As we fight for this, our nation. They gaze with deep and mystic awe As we march forward sure and bold, To buy the rights that must be bought With blood, not man-wrought gold. Thus each of us has had to make A life decision of our own choice But be it valleys, mounts, or snowdrifts We will hear the Master’s voice. “Let us therefore follow after The things which make for peace,” As we see the prayed for victory, When the booming cannons cease. Glenna Lauer Twelve