Paris High School - Parisian Yearbook (Paris, KY)

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BILLY PUTS A true Kentuckian is this boy, Horses are his pride and joy. Football 2,3,4; Basketball Manager 3,4; Baseball Man- ager 3; Hi-Y 3,4. TOMMY TURPIN Tommy left us to go to sea. We have missed him—definitely! Baseball 1,2,3,4; Hi-Y2,3. SENIOR POEM We, the Seniors of ’57 Do take our pens in hand, To tell you of the fears and joys. With which our school began. In ’46 we came aboard As jolly youngsters gay; We laughed and played and talked a lot And still remain today. Our grade school days were full of fun. Our teachers we liked too, But we were constantly on the prowl For something new to do. In Junior High we changed a lot, For ‘growing up’ was the tiling, That made the teachers all look out And drove them most insane. As 10th graders we were called Silly Sophomores, who - Were looked down on by the Seniors, As today, of course, we do. Miss Lavin taught us Latin well. As Betsy Brooks her Spanish, But oh those Geometry text books, How often we wished they’d vanish I The smells from out the Chemistry Lab Made everyone grow dizzy, But then we all just smiled and said Oh well, it’s just Miss Issyl Mr. Finley came to all of us, A teacher and a friend. And made us wish, day after day That more, like him, they’d send. Pops, our lighthearted principal Joked with but loved by all, And we’ll never forget the moments When he shouted, Clear the halll” Miss Noland strived to teach us well. She did her very best; And after having us so long, She deserves a needed rest. Our twelve school years We’ll never forget. Our classes and teachers We’ll never regret. So, thanks to your our many friends And faculty of seven, For abiding with and trusting in - THE CLASS OF ’57! Hazel Berry