Minburn High School - Voyager Yearbook (Minburn, IA)

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Senior Class History Y .....,,it ' if .Q Eleven bashful little youngsters trotted off to kindergarten in the spring of 1939. Our kind, considerate, thoughtful, understand- ing, and helpful teacher, Miss Brooks, did her best to console us in our trials and tribulations. Poor little Beverly decided she gidn't like the atmosphere so she went home crying and d1dn't come ack. Learning how to operate the water fountain was our first lesson in school. It took a lot of practice to learn to squirt water in other people's faces. If we were graded on working the water founa tain instead of our subjects we would have advanced THREE WHOLE GRADES. In the second grade we were really going around in circles be- cause we gave the merry-go-round a workout. The social whirl didn't seem to agree with Loretta, and she fell off and cut her knee quite badlv. The next year a cyclone went thru the third grade room as our class blew in. Talkative little Nancy didn't really need her seat because she spent most of the time in the corner anyway. C-a-s-t-1-e--c-a-s-t-l-e Yes, we fourth graders were writing our spelling words. Soon our superior intellect brought to light the labor-saving device of using two pencils at once. In the fifth grade we had the sad experience of having to stay in the same room with the same teacher we'd had in the third and fourth grades. Life gets tedious, don't it? The first day of school next year found us very busy for we moved into a different room with a different teacher, different subjects, different atmosphere, different seats but the same old pupils. In the seventh grade we were busy having parties, writing themes, having parties, learning poems and guess what--having parties. NPlug in Peggyn was a familiar phrase during the eighth grade as Peggy Chambers went to school via radio. The eighth grade girls were always glad to take her assignments to her home. Because we had a chance to sneak into Shaw's store for ice cream on the way. Of all the disappointments in our grade school years the big- gest disappointment was not having eighth grade graduation exercises. I doubt if any of us will forget our first day in high school. Our commercial an science teachers were late, none of us knew enough to look at the schedule, we ran around like chickens with their heads off, Margaret got the hives, Lois had a nose bleed, we were all scared to walk in front of the assembly to sharpen our pencils,