Naperville Central High School - Arrowhead Yearbook (Naperville, IL)

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SUZANN E WITTE Friendly personality . . . laughter is the best medicine . . . vim, vigor, and vitality. KATHERINE WIER Viola player . . . National Merit contender . . . we like to see her smile. RICHARD WYLLIE DOROTHY WITT Keep those files straight . . . dons the blue uniform . . . laughs with 6838. Math wizard . . . losing it fast . . . years of perfect attendance. LINDA ZAININGER JAMES WITT All-conference . . . quarter- miler . . J nice canvas you have there. Always game for a good time . . . never worries . . . last but not least. Missed 1he Photographer -MAXINE COOLIDGE ROBERT STRIPP

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Scuio 61115 J-listvry Freshmen, Freshmen, F-R-E-S-H-M-E-N Freshmen, Freshmen, F-R-E-S-H-M-E-N We are the biggest and best kids yet And we are the class you'lI ne'er forget Freshmen, Freshmen, F-R-E-S-H-M-E-N September 1955 marked the beginning of a new era in the lives of nearly two hundred aspiring high school students. The school was new and wa found ourselves in the wrong rooms several times, but even the upperclassmen were having wing trouble so we didn't feel too stupld. We were ready to ioin every club and work on every committee we could cram into our new schedules. Practically everyone of us was a future something or other. The GL Freshman Welcome taught all the girls an unwritten law of the high school- underclass- men always clean up after the upperclassmen. Football season found many of our boys in training and quite a few of the girls trying out for the coveted cheerleading posts. Setting lockers and pulling fast draws on squirt guns kept any clay from getting dull. Our first homecoming was circled in red on all calendars. The bonfire, snake dance, parade, crowning of Queen Sylvia Pickell, and the exciting game in which we beat Dundee 21-7 was one which we will long remember. We were ardent fans of Elvis Presley lat least some of us werei, and we showed our own musical talents at the GL talent snow as Bell-Bottomed Sailors. The all-school play, Arsenic and Old Lace, showed us that we had some very talented class members. But everything wasn't so rosy as this, and it didn't take us long to find out. Algebra found us learning about x and y, and how to do everything imaginable land impossiblei with iust these two letters. Homer's Odyssey, Great Expectations, and dozens of themes kept us busy with a dictionary. Weekly News Review quizzes made us wish that nothing would happen in the world for a while. And remember those vocation tests to find out where our greatest ability lay? Gen- eral science experiments acquainted us with test tubes and smelled up the third floor hall for days. Then came exams. Horrorsl It was our flrst encounter with them, and didn't we wish it would be our last. The Christmas dance, Sno-Ball, was our first school dance, followed shortly by the Saint Patrick's dance, Emerald lsle. The basketball tourney found our guys in second place. Were we ever proud! Fire alarms kept us running in and out of the building. We sure did have a lot of fires, didn't we? And what went on in the PE classes? Be- sides marching and months of volleyball, not much. Except, of course, for the case of the missing light bulbs. As our class is known for being a little late in everything, we naturally were late in electing our officers. When Dick Crow, Agnes Perkins, Linda Ballou, and Janice Westlund were elected, however, they managed a terrific class party, Out of this World, where Heather Humphreys and John Sutphen reigned as king and queen. The middle of June found us happily crying l passedl to everyone in sight. What a yaarl Full of memoriesl We had a lot of things to learn, although some of us claim to have known more then than we know now. 38 -s Sophomores, Sophomores, S-O-P-H-O-M-O-R-E-S Sophomores, Sophomores, S-O-P-H-O-M-O-R-E-S We are the best kids in the school Cause we live by the golden rule Sophomores, Sophomores, S-O-P-H-O-M-O-R-E-S Sophomores: upper-underclassmenl The GL Freshman Welcome found us feeling so superior to those little freshmen. Pow Wow I got us all hepped up, and we had the most school spirit for the rest of the yearl Homecoming found us busily working on our float in Perkins' garage. Remember our big fat lady with Squash 'em on the side? We didn't win a prize but, of course, we deserved one. Our Frosh-Soph football team came out on top of the Little Seven Conference. Studies, as usual, took up a large part of our time. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears, or was it lobes? Memorizing poetry became an important part of our nightmares, as clid Silas Marner. After those World History timelines we felt like Father History himself. We were going around in circles in more ways than one, but every now and then a triangle came along for excitement. Foreign languages showed us how little English we knew. Then, of course, there were phylums, frogs, and the question box. Coke parties, slumber parties, the Christmas dance, Fantasy 'n Frosty the Valentine dance, Sweetheart Parade, birthday parties, Tri-Hi-Y parties, and plain old parties. Yes, we had parties and we had fun, and we did things. Those who went on the band trip to Prairie du Sac had loads of fun and those who didn't go heard all about it for weeks afterward. Our officers-Jim Kakacek, Mary Flanders, Janet Hieronymus, and Amy Taylor-did a good iob of guid- ing us through our sophomore year. Mystical May, our class party, was a smashing success. Remember the talent show and the Cinderella act? Go, go, Westlundsl The evening was climaxed when Verna Mengedoth and Ken Choat were crowned king and queen. None of the girls will ever forget the tin soldier dance at the May Day supper. Who was in step? We wrote . . . acted . . . sang . . . played . . . drew . . . scored . . . cheered . . . and finally rose to the rank of upperclassmen. Juniors, Juniors, J-U-N-l-O-R-S Juniors, Juniors, J-U-N-I-O-R-S Above the rest we'Il always shine 'Cause we are the class of '59, Juniors, Juniors, J-U-N-l-O-R-S Our iunior year found us at that tender age of sweet sixteen. We lost our Lisle classmates, but we gained some new ones. ln Novem- ber we very successfully presented the iunior class play, The Re- markable Incident at Carson Corners. The dress rehearsal was ter- rible, so naturally all went well on the big night? A chicken dinner afterward and our little dance between acts made those nights