Plainfield High School - Plainsman Yearbook (Plainfield, IL)

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Efforts Get Results Senior Lettermen Front Row: Duane Halbleib, Edward Wysock, John Krumwiede, Richard Davis, Allred Patten. Second Row: Roger Pennington, James MacDonald, James Smith, Clyde Avery. FIRST SEMESTER HONOR ROLL FRESHMEN SOPHOMORES JUNIORS SENIORS Karen Aschman Carol Balstrode Marilyn Beebe Maryl Estrup Karen Bombasaro Charles Clarkson Loma Cook Duane Halbleib James Chaplin Carol Garbelman Mary Lou Rutherford Edwin Hamilton Barbara Conklin Donna Kemmerer Carol Townill Charlotte Head Douglas Davis Dianne Grizell Judith Hill Janice Kemmerer Patricia LeVee Karen Magnuson Vivian McMullin Karla Peterson Elizabeth Stafford Wanda S trope Kenneth Munroe Edward Niehus Anne Palmer Luzern Richter Josephine Udovich June Herath Bruce Huston John Krumwiede Grace Larsen Alfred Patten Sonja Peterson Donna Sage lone Steinbach 21

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Honors For Seniors Who Excel AMERICAN LEGION AWARD Nancy Gaylord Because of his interest in all phases of school life . . . participation in F.F.A., dra- matics, and music . . . leadership ability as senior class president. . . Alfred Patten was chosen by the students both as their most representative student and as the recipient of the American Legion Award. Sincere friendliness . . . ability to co- operate with both students and faculty . . . active in school activities . . . possessor of a perpetual smile ... for these qualities Nancy Gaylord, talented vocalist and musician, has been chosen to receive the American Legion Award. AMERICAN LEGION AWARD and REPRESENTATIVE STUDENT Allred Patten 20

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History of the Class of ’55 Listen my friends and you shall hear A history of our class from year to year. In nineteen hundred forty three We entered school eagerly. We hit first grade with a bang, Colored pictures, played, and sang. But first grade had its evils too. Like chicken pox, shots, and flu. A brief vacation then on we went. Soon our second year was spent. But not before we had time to leam Numbers one to one hundred each in their turn. Then, as now, the girls chased the boys With screams and shouts and lots of noise. We entered third grade strong and able, Then it came... the multiplication table. Yet, the year, as a whole, was one to inspire With parties, plays, and the great fire. Geography and other subjects galore Were characteristic of our grade four. If we were bad, teacher took us in hand, In the comer we had to stand. Fifth grade was in the bungalow; Soon class antagonisms began to show. North against South was the cry; No one was sure who was the chief spy. Soon we lost interest, the gangs rode no more We were all for the ballerina look by Dior. Sixth grade . .. the drums and cymbals pound, The comets blare, it's the band's first sound. The band wasn't all to create expectation. Outside we kept check on the great excavation. The dirt was piled up in numerous hills In them we practiced our mining skills. Seventh grade, and were we proud, We were members of the Junior High crowd. With cheerleaders of our own and boys on the team To win some trophies was our dream. This year we had another treat, A new school building ... boy, was it neat. Our grade school days were nearly past For our next year would be the last. In our eighth year we were all on the go For we were top men in the grade school, you know. Over spelling we wrinkled our brow, Catarrah .. I can't spell it, do you know how? The band went to contest, it caused a sensation, We were all looking forward to our graduation. Graduation night came and went. Now our grade school days were spent. On to high school with quaking knees The upper classmen we had to please. Initiation came, we were loyal that night, The freshies were green, but white with fright. Sophomores now, we were no longer kids. We heckled the freshies 'til they flipped their lids. Our baby treasury began to grow, Work in the checkroom made it go. Upperclassmen, at last, at last; Our high school days were slipping past. We donned grease paint for the Junior Play, The treasury grew from day to day. But it began to shrink, bit by bit, It went to make our prom a hit. And a hit it was, what a beautiful theme. We all were walking in a Deep Purple Dream. Our little tale is almost done, Our Senior year is the final one. The world is waiting, we're eager to go But as we leave, there's one thing we know. Wherever we wander, wherever we roam The halls of P.H.S. will still be our home. 22 by June Herath and Helen Fiddyment