New Castle Chrysler High School - Rosennial Yearbook (New Castle, IN)

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' I lf The year is 1922. T bells are ringing out, born to mothers and f of years, these childr It is the roaring twen ure. Americans are they are striving to world, a democracy t another rapidly, show solid rock. When the dation unsupported Wall Street, that o universe, topples to trouble-all rear the plunges his poisonou into Manchukuo, deli no one to protest. Thi name of civilization. enumerating. TI Eventually 1936 arrives. These children are almost m are entering the doors of high school throughout the c have they tasted of prosperity, but they have drunk de remains an ever-bright and permanent factor in our uni' these boys and girls, What is my place in this puzzlin Today, the year is 1940 and those boys and girls-we Still that same question is with us, l'What is our place answer it. True, as seniors of this year's graduating cl handful of the thousands of children, who after eighte But the time has now come for us to find our solution t Fellow classmates, we must wake up to the fact that t with every clock tick. It we are going to live useful liv greed, distrust, hatre G. T Q ON OUR WAY te great War is behindp ahead is prosperity. The for in this year thousands of children are being thers all over the United States. ln a short span daft are entering school, and still prosperity reigns. ties. Everywhere is optimism, luxury, and pleas- uilding schools, roads, factories, in every way uild a country that is to be safe in a puzzling :hat will stand. But events, as they follow one that much of this building has not been on the 'forms have come, the ugly waters of selfishness, have sucked away the sands, leaving the foun- d tottering dangerously. .ce-thought impregnable fortress of the financial the depths. Depression, unemployment, labor ugly heads, as does the serpent before he fangs into his careless victim. Iapan marches erately asserting her ownership, and there is is followed by a series of such atrocities in the hey are still too fresh in your memory to need agured and yet they are only freshmen. They now I untry. They are serious-minded youth, not only eply of the wine of depression. lust as the sun verse. so does one question burn in the minds of world? now have become seniors ready for graduation. in this world? As yet, we have been unable to ss of New Castle High School, we are merely a n such years are confronted with this question. he show is on, that our span of life is shortening es and find our places in this world, we must be o this problem. lt at our fathers' business, for the tragedies of life are w has begun. For them the curtain never rises. As senior environment and hel ful uidance which have rovid th those who drift. They never discover that life of 1940, we have enjoyed twelve years of fine d us with a background that will enable us to D Q P meet this complicated question. Only initiative, patienie, and perseverance will carry us on our way. You, our friends, teachers and parents-have led us tli demic activity. You have directed our play on field and home, and perhaps for further study. Thus it now beco sibility, to see to it that your ideals are maintained, to arfi brought to the year 1940 despite all obstacles. On behalf of the members of the class of 1940, I do n and pledge you our efforts to carry on this torch of lea We do learn to live by living, but living together su degree of success attained is the measure of civilization. Democracies are being tested, religion is being questi izedp the economic structure of the entire world is in a pr a crucial point. What era will follow this present one aissance in the art of living ? The answer to these questions is the answer to that as once again another class pledges you its affection again-and alone, may we inscribe our names and sa she stands alonw-alone and beset by snares without a proud, confident-confident because democracy is righ building on this foundation of youth which today we l carry on this flaming torch which today you hand us. l Page twenty-six ,Pc ,is far. You have nurtured us in the ways of aca- floor. You have prepared us for business, for the es our task to lighten your load of civic respon- vance this civilization which you have so nobly iw pledge you our appreciation of your affection ing to live. ccessfully is the task of this modern world. The Today, this modern world is in a state of chaos. zgnedp our educational systems are being scrutin- carious state. ln fact, all civilization has reached Will it be a Dark Age? Will there be a Ren- uestion which we seniors now face. So today, nd loyalty, as this class finishes only to begin tv, You made this America what she is. Today, d traitors withing but she stands-stands alone, So, we shall find our places in this world, by ave. We shall learn to live by living. We will 'es, we, too, are on our way.

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GERALD WILSON Football, Leather Lungs, Varsity Club NORRIS E. WISEHART A Band, Orchestra, Dress Committee MARTHA IANE WITT Choir, Prom Committee, Class Color Committee RICHARD WITTENBRAKER Basketball, Tennis, Hi-Y ANN WRIGHT Phoenix, Sunshine Society, Girls' Sport Club IESSIE YOUNGS Hall Patrol, Prom Committee MARY RICHEY August 10, 1920-October 27, 1939 Mary Richey was a loyal and eflicient student oi New Castle High School. Always dependable and kind in every respect, she had gained the friendship and admiration of her teachers and fellow students. She would have graduated along with the other seniors of 1940. Page twenty-five

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Claim, WE'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER We'll always remember How could we forget, This class-our class The best one yet. Our future awaits us Our journey begins But We'll never forget Our teachers and friends. We'll never forget our most glorious Prom, The cramming for exams which sometimes made us glum The planning of parties and thrills of our dates Victorious athletics and stirring debates Our rushing to meetings-our roaming the hallways We'll take these memories along with us always To you underclassmen our motto we're giving We learn to live-by living. With a catch in our voices And a tear and a sigh We'll always remember This last goodbye. -Words and music by MARGIE BALDOCK RUTH CLORE