Morning Sun High School - Tiger Yearbook (Morning Sun, IA)

Page 17 text:

On the menu was a gourmet delight, That wonderful soup with the peas split just right. The orange juice was mixed with the utmost pains, By the two great cooks Miss Evans and Miss Aynes. Glancing at the teachers table I noticed a small crowd, In the middle was Terry Parkhurst looking very proud. He was the Shop teacher, to me he looked older, He was showing the other teachers his unusual belt holder. As I finished lunch, in came a man, With a scrub brush, .a mop, a pail, and a pan. Oh, I remembered that man -- a party he could liven, But now he was the janitor -- poor Bill Ivin. Now upstairs I decided to go, To see who was seeming to run this show. I went to the office, with a sense of fear, Because I knew the honorable leader was near. For many years it seemed to me, That the school secretary always had beauty. Such was the case -- it still was the truth, For there as the secretary, was pretty little Ruth. The superintendent I begged her to see, Ruth told me they called him Mr. B. Was he still here? -- bold yet reliant. The characteristics were the same but now it was Rich Bryant After talking awhile I asked Mr. B. , Who could the school board possibly be. He told me the school board was sort of a lemon, Because it was composed of 50fZg women. Sharon, Linda, Marilyn were three Then Dennis Crow and Randy McKee. A word about the president -- in a way he was a lamb, Because after 32 years John still was chasing Pam. After sometime it became clear, That those were musical sounds, I could hear. It seemed music and marriage was a game, From Charlotte and Elbert to Danny and Jam. The yellow school buses came into sight, They were driven by Jim and Eddie and Dwight. The kids on the buses I wished them well, 'cause those guys used to drive like -- swell. As soon as the buses left the drive, I was returned to my world -- safe and alive. I realized that it was only a dream, No matter how true it really did seem. In conclusion dear friends this was written for fun, And everything said -- was said as a pun. So please no violence -- don't condemn, I enjoyed getting to write this -- Amen.

Page 16 text:

Gllass qgruplpztg I'm the sufferer of an unusual affliction, That leaves me with the power of prediction. It's not to my benefit -- not in the slightest, To be a victim of Senioritis . A week ago I suffered an attack. My whole world went entirely black. When I awoke I was at our school. But everything was changed -- I felt like a fool. On entering the school I was not a bit phased, But looking at a calender I was really amazedy The year 2000 now was the date, Senioritis had taken me ahead of '68. Being naturally nosey -- and quite curious, I climbed the stairs -- fast and furious. The first class I noticed was very busy, Looking at the teacher I became dizzy. Working an experiment, there she sat, It must not have went well -- she made a face like a rat. Her face was familiar -- I knew it well, There teaching science was Becky Kimble. Now to the next room -- it was Math. Who was the teacher? -- old Jim Biggerstaff. I knew Jim would do something along this line, 'cause he'd worked with a lot of figures in his time. Entering the Home Ec. room -- I got quite a shock, Instead of cooking they were studying a rock. I asked but why -- this took courage to muster, The answer was plain -- they were taught by Mike Buster Up the stairs through the door, I was anxious to see much more. The building itself hadn't changed any, But the personnel had really changed plenty. In teaching business one has to be short and stalky, Another qualification is to be rather -- talky. So going into the business room it was no surprise, To see short little Trudi batting her eyes. Shirley Wilson was always among, One of those noted for speaking in tongues. So Spanish she led like a brilliant flame, That is dear friends the days she came. Adjective, gerund, pronoun, verb, Ada Lambert's the new English teacher I over heard. They told me she 'd replaced a girl who's hair was misty, The girl had got married -- her name was Christie. If it seems I've left the coaches rooms bare, It's not that I'm bias or being unfair. But Morning Sun coaches sort of always roamed loose, Such was the case with Don, Dan, and Moose. I was so hungry when the noon bell came, I ran with the kids -- lunch time was the same. Down in the lunchroom -- looking ready to bomb us, Was that lunch punching principal John Charles Thomas.

Page 18 text:

nnual Glummenremeni MORNING SUN HIGH SCHOOL WEDNESDAY, May 22, 1968 8:00 P. M. Processional . . . . . Carolyn Hamilton Invocation . . . . . . Rev. Edward Fish Salutatory Address . . . . . . Ada Lambert Halls of Ivy --Class of '68 .... Russell Knight Valedictory Address .... Bar Association C itiz enship Award Address .......... . . Jamie Griffith . . . Kenneth Moore Dr. Fred Blick The Call of Tomorrow? Climb Every Mountain ............ Rodgers Sz -- Girls' Sextet Hammerstein Presentation of Diplomas ...... Charles Beck, Dick Sands, Dr. R. E. Dill Benediction . . . . . . Rev. Edward Fish Recessional . . . . . . Carolyn Hamilton annalaurcate Bernina HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM SUNDAY, MAY l9, 1968 8:00 P. M. Processional . . . . . . Carolyn Hamilton Invocation . . . .... Rev. G. M. Robb Go Not Far From Me, . . Double Mixed Quartet Oh God Zingarelli Sermon ......... . ...... Rev. Frank Greenwood The Lord's Prayer ...... Rosemary Johnston Benediction ........ . . . Dr. G. M. Robb Recessional .... . . . Carolyn Hamilton