North Webster High School - Troy Yearbook (North Webster, IN)

Page 17 text:

A quiet girl is Joy Stump, So neat and prim you see, And everyday she works so hard A honor student now to be. Helen Cunningham has one big weakness And that’s her many dates; You never know from day to day Which one it is that really rates. Nancy is our Annual Editor She does her work just fine; She has an interest at I. U. Who takes a lot of time. Barbara and Norma are cousins you know. With interests a lot of the same; Barbara is headed for college she says. While Norma is not sure of her aim. Sharon Beckler is quite new To the Class of 51. Tis a nurse she wants to be; Hope she has just lots of fun. Now let’s see who does come next; It should be our Marilyn Dietch, Rather quiet, not much to say; We do hope she strikes it rich. Nadine Rikard is the one Who is quite a study fan; What she hopes and plans to do Will depend on the money can. Now Vonnie, Patty, Shirley and Pat Are possessors of diamonds I see, And each one keeps wishing and hoping, That soon a wife she might be. This concludes our reminiscing Of the Class of 51. We are sure you can’t forget us In the years that are to come. Soon we’ll be on Life’s broad Highway, There engaged in one big strife; It is now upon our shoulders What we do in this game of life. Lester Young 13

Page 16 text:

Class Poem We are the Class of '51, The best of Webster High. You wonder how that this could be. Our records tell you why. We number 24 in all. With fellows on the run. And if you count us as we are The ratio’s three to one. But though the girls may lead in numbers, That always does not count, For when it comes to taking honors Just watch the fellows mount. But we must hasten on to say The girls are brilliant too. And when it comes to doing things. Just watch them go and do. And now to members of the class. We’ll name them one by one, For each of us has won a place In the Class of ’51. Tom Elliot is our President. He makes us toe the mark. And just in case that Tom’s not there, Ed Likens shows his bark. To keep our records for the class We chose our Phyllis Campbell, And Ruth Ann Nine the Treasurer's job. Who does her job right swell. Dave Berger is a little fellow. But always on the beam. While Robert Gift, a five foot eight Can always let off steam. Now EUis or Sug as he is oftimes called, Is known for his sports. And little Gary Popenfoose Works hard to hold the Webster fort. Howard Dunkin’s name is quite all right So thinks a Senior girl. And if you watch that certain girl, ’Pony’ Pawnell is in quite a whirl. Kate Snellenberger's eyes do flash Whenever she sees a Pontiac, But Lu Ann Wheeler thinks she’d take A guy with a good old Cadillac. 12

Page 18 text:

Class History We, the Class of ’51, started out as green Freshmen (and GREEN we were) with 34 members. As we advanced into the Sophomore year we gained two members; Carole Sprunger from Fort Wayne and Gene Freeman from Pierceton. We also lost six members; namely Margaret and Robert Snodgrass, Lawerence Snooks, Mary Emma Lawson, Flora Mae Tyral, and Bobbe Koons. This year our only activity was selling napkins to build up our class treasury. As we became Jolly Juniors four members were not back. They were Foy Sauers, Gene Freeman, Carol Sprunger and Ellen Miller. During the summer we lost a loved one of the class, Judy Sullivan, who died of Polio—BUT — We cannot say and will not say That she is dead-she is just away. With a cheery smile and a wave of hand She has wandered into an unknown land. And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since she lingers there. And you—O you, who the wildest yearn For the old-time step and the grand return, Think of her faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here. Mild and gentle as she was brave—-When the sweetest love of her life she gave. To simple things where the violets grew Blue as the eyes they were likened to. The touch of her hands have strayed As reverently as her lips have prayed; When the little brown thrush that harshly chirred Was as dear to her as the mocking bird; And she pitied as man in pain A writhing honey-bee wet with rain. Think of her still as the same, we say; She is not dead she is just away! James Whitcomb Riley We gained one new member, Paul Kirkpatrick who hailed from Kansas. During the year we had many money making activities. They were concessions-noon and ballgames; selling Christmas cards, napkins, and stationery; and a cake-walk. During the summer we had one bake sale and a stand at the Mermaid Festival. As we started the Senior year we gained two members-Marilyn Pownall and Sharon Beckler. Also we found that Ray Penn and Chuck Mabie were not with us and that we had one member with enough credits to go on to college. He is Paul Kirkpatrick who is attending Anderson College-However who graduated with us. We have had many activities to keep us busy in our last days at the Alma Mater. 14