Old Fort High School - Trail Yearbook (Old Fort, OH)

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CLASS HI TORY Looking back over the past 12 years brings back many memories. At first some of these recollections are rather hazy, but when our minds begin to ponder over happenings in our school days at Old Fort, many memories come to us quite rapidly. On September 3, 1946, twenty-seven first graders began their school days at Old Fort. Most of us rode the school bus which was so much fun. It was fun to be looking out the windows instead of being outside watching other kids riding in the bus. When we arrived at school, we were greeted into the first grade by Mrs. Mosier. Of the original twenty-seven, twelve remain to graduate. They are Michael Frankart, Gerald Fry, James Gabel, Edward Kear, Charles Miller, Royce Overmyer, Mary Lou Depinet, Brenda Gillmor, Kay Gillmor, Susan Palmer, Betty Prenzlin, and Dolores Werner. In the second grade we started to have Arithmetic and to write. William Kittle joined our class this year. Mrs. Witter was our teacher. With Mrs. Biddle as our third grade teacher we started to study Geography. We also had a list on the black board every six weeks headed Something To Crow About. This was our honor roll. By the time we reached the fourth grade we were feeling pretty big for our classroom was on the second floor across from the study hall. Mrs. Rhoad helped us through this year. Our fifth year was spent with Mr. Bare as our teacher. This year we made six-week notebooks and had contests for the highest grades in six-week's tests. Our sixth year went past quite rapidly with Mrs. Cloutier as our teacher. We gave a party for our mothers in the spring. With our elementary schooling behind us, we entered Junior High. How exciting it was moving to different rooms for classes and being around the older students. Of course, like all seventh graders, we were quite annoying to them! Mr. Mehaffey was our home room advisor. Miss Robinson was our eighth grade advisor. In the summer preceding this year, Robert Kiger passed away. In the spring of the year we took the eighth grade tests. Eleven ranked in the upper twenty-five percent of the county. Receiving our eighth-grade diplomas, we graduated into high school. Now we were Freshmen. The Seniors formally initiated us into high school. Several new students entered our class from Clinton, Of these remaining to graduate were Norma Davidson, Bernice Goshe, Nancy Whitaker, William Hoppes, and Jerry Jacobs. This year we started entering high school activities. Our advisor was Miss Robinson. Mr. Swihart was our home room teacher. As Sophomores we were becoming more active in school activities. This year our high school basket- ball team won the county tournament championship for the second consecutive year. In January of our Sophomore year the elementary grades moved into the new building, relieving the school system of its crowded conditions. Gregory Hartenstein joined our class this year. Mr. Chaney was our class advisor. Our Junior year was quite exciting. We began to have more class activities. We received our class rings. Our class play May All The Lights Be Green was directed by Mr. Chaney. We planned a banquet for the Seniors using the Hawaiian Theme. We ushered the Seniors into Baccalaureate and Commencement, envying them in their caps and gowns. Mr. Austermiller and Mrs. Newman were our class advisors. Now as Seniors we realize our graduation is rapidly nearing. We have received our Senior pictures. We are busy publishing an annual. In the spring we will give a class play and plan to take a trip. Then down the aisles of the auditorium and onto the stage to receive our diplomas, ending our school days at Old Fort. From here, we will depart, some of us to continue our education in college, others to find jobs, We have had many pleasant memories of our school days. Some which will never be forgotten.