Paris High School - Parisian Yearbook (Paris, KY)

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SCHOOL DAZE Twelve years ago on a September day As eager children, we made our way To the big red school on Seventh Street, Our friends and teachers there to meet. We worked and worked with all our might To learn to count, to read, to write. When the year was over, we should have earned A medal for all that we had learned. We breezed along without a worry, 'Til in the fourth grade we had to scurry. For then, not quite so merrily, We were faced with geography. One more year brought one more chore, But even those word problems we faithfully bore. Then much to our surprise and pleasure We found the sixth grade to be a treasure. Those first six years really flew, And now it was June in '52; While recollecting on our past, We saw OUR day had come at last. For all of us had worked so hard That graduation seemed a just reward. In Junior High our mischief began. Never were such tricks known to man! But at the same time the going got rough, Oh, was that history really tough! As eighth graders, we started our real quest for knowledge. We were preparing ourselves for those hard years in college. But our enthusiasm was dimmed with our introduction To our very first year of Latin instruction. Junior High lasted but three short years, And soon it was over in spite of our tears. The doors of Senior High beckoned to us And we entered them gladly without a fuss. As sophomores, our teachers we didn't much please By covering the radiators with limburger cheese. And our reputation for an unruly past Was certainly not hindered by that gunpowder blast! Every little trick and noise Always was blamed on the sophomore boys. Each day as through the halls we would pass Lingering on our way to class, We grew accustomed to the familiar calls Of Clear the halls! Clear the halls! Our Junior year was one nightmare By this time our teachers were pulling their hair. They couldn't keep up with our terrible schemes As we went from bad to the worst extremes. Of course we had discipline along with our fun, But that didn't really hurt anyone. That year we presented the Plantation Ball Which was praised by parents and teachers and all. All of our work and all of our dreams Turned out to be very beautiful scenes. Our Senior year has been one of gold All of our experiences could never be told. By washing cars and selling candy We earned a trip that really was dandy. Each school day with its joys and trials Brings to our faces reminiscent smiles. For now we have reached the top of our climb But, oh, we've had a wonderful time. Although education has been our chief aim. We've enjoyed every moment, just the same. Now to our parents and teachers we'll say, Thanks for the help along the way. You’ve been our guides throughout each day And we’ll never forget you, come what may. To Paris High we’ll bid a fond good-bye, For there do our happiest memories lie. —Jeanne Thompson Sandra Strickler

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CLASS OF '58 1958 SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS President...................................... Vice-President................................. Secretary...................................... Bob Letton Bobby Gant Helen Eads T reasurers Ennis Smits Edmond Boyle