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

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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

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memorable. Class rings made their grand entrance, and we proudly showed them off to anyone who would look. The Illinois tests found Us ficklng our brains to think up a good guess. The annual Pow Wow was a roaring success. Many of us were big sisters throughout the year. Homecoming found our class as poster champs with such entries as Gum 'em up and Smear 'em. The five dollar prize boosted our school spirit and class treasury. We tensely watched Joan Pratt as she was crowned Homecoming queen, and we cheered long and loud as Naperville beat We-go, 27-0. What an ending to a terrific school spirit week! The prom kept us busy, busy, busy. Those work days caused many a callous and an aching back, but finally the money was raised. The end of the football season found the Varsity boys conference champs. We studied harder this year since, all of a sudden, college seemed so near. Our Town and Bells, Bells, Bells seemed to follow us through the halls and home at night. There wasn't much we didn't know about American literaturel?J and we wrote our first term paper. Whoever developed term papers should be tarred and feathered! U.S. history with notebooks and maps, and Boss Grove and School Spirit Smith gently prodding, kept us on the ball. ln gym and GAA, trampoline was all the rage, even with its bruised noses and aching muscles. Christmas Carousel was the name for our Christmas dance, where our foreign exchange student reigned as queen, while the Saint Patrick's dance had Dublin Holi- day as its theme. The teachers' band made their debut at the all- school talent show. Our wrestlers won the Invitational Tourney. Drivers' training found us blue in the face with back-in-turn-arounds and all the rest, but we finally got our licenses, and many of us even got our own cars. An outcome of this was the di club. The band trip to Wood River and the operetta, Mississippi Melody, enabled us to display our musical talentsl?J. During Easter vacation many of us went to Washington and New York, where excitement ran wild. May second came, and A Garden of Dreams was exactly as the title expressed, a dream. We were proud of the results of our hard work. Much credit goes to our class officers-Ken Choat, Bruce Keeler, Judy Westlund, and Renell Ridley-and to the prom co-chair- men-Barb Goodin and Dave Ward. May queen, Sue Eller, and her court-Karen Tendall, Marge Batterton, Caryl Schmidt, and Janet Hieronymus-were the royalty at the annual GL May dance. Golly, but everyone was pretty! At the end of the year we rather sadly said good-bye to the seniors. After three years we had grown as attached as one can get to seniors. Now we were to fill their places. We couldn't believe it, but we didn't have time to wonder too long. Gradually we got back into the groove of school and took on our responsibili- ties as leaders of the student body. We were accused of having all- girl rule, but opinions vary on that particular situation. The Pow Wow came in traditional style, but the make up turn-tabled. School Spirit Week was again a success, thanks to co-chairmen Caryl Schmidt and Cookie Roth. Naturally, we won the poster contest again, but not without a fight. Such originals as This is no bull, Go, Fight, and Win captured the title. But what about the censored ones? lmpatiently we watched as Butch and Jim slowly opened the fateful envelopes and escorted Peg Doherty to her royal throne. We all agreed that she and her attendants, Cathy Boecker and Verna Mengedoth, made a very pretty picture. Our float was really nice while it lasted. Gone with the Wind would have been a better theme though. Poor St. Charles! Perhaps we shouldn't have tried so hard to get a little competition. The speech unit left us shaky but triumphant. Agriculture . . . shorthand . . . typing . . . foreign language . . . creative writing . . . homemaking . . . history . . . chemistry . . . math . . . and gym class kept us busy. Those term papers nearly drove us all wildp but we all pulled through, even with the Bazaarnival stepping in the midst of things. Although we didn't make much money on our booth, what fun we had with those singing telegrams! SQT'S and lST's and CBS and every other kind of test kept us busy, confused, and fighting deadlines. Would we ever decide what college to go to or find the right iob? These were ques- with Caryl Schmidt and Jack Weissenborn reigning as king and queen, tions which never were quite answered. Meanwhile, Silver Bells, was the perfect Christmas dance. Our first holiday basketball tourna- ment was a big success, with the Redskins taking the trophy. January twelfth was a memorable date for Sue Eller, our DAR Good Citizen. In our four years of high school we've seen the beginning of many new things. Jazz Club and Drama Club started with a bang. Golf, tennis, wrestling, and cross-country became a part of our sports curriculum. Yellow passes . . . monitors . . . school lunches . . . library fines . . . gym suits . . . dance decorations . . . assembly seats . . . inter-com announcements ithat familiar ding-ding-dingi . . . games and yells . . . the school record . . . magazine drive . . . a foreign exchange student program . . . Dial N . . . conferences . . . the bomb scare . . . overflowing lockers . . . and friends. All these we'll miss and never forget. So end the best years of our lives. Now we go our separate ways. Some of us will be teachers, lawyers, doctors, engineers, nurses, stenographers, farmers, mechanics. Together we walk down the aisle on graduation day. Together we work to help improve our country and to preserve peace. Together we strive to prove ourselves successful as individuals, and we will always think of ourselves as together. This isn't the end of our history, it is the beginning. And as we go our different ways, we'll always remember that above the rest we'll always shine, for we are the class of '59. Senior, Senior, Senior Class S-E-N-l-O-R-S We are the senior class of NHS We are the best kids in the school Above the rest we'll always shine 'Cause we are the class of '59 We'll always lead our team to victory You'll always see us ahead For we will fight, fight, fight for the dear old red and white We are the class you'II ne'er forget, You'll ne'er forget. 39