Plainville High School - Plainsman Yearbook (Mariemont, OH)

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Pam: and Pm: team, which won the school championship. The spotlight points with pride to the reserve basket- ball team which was the first to win the county championship for our school. The entire first string was made up of sophomores. The scene changes in our panorama of sports, and we see the young sophomores' fancies turning lightly to thoughts of track, mainly because the girls were preparing there for the Carthage meet. Our taking second place in the girls' competition at Carthage was largely clue to the ability of the sophomores. Then came basketball with six sophomores helping to win the East League Championship. Bending very close to the ball, we are startled to hear music mingled with the clinking of small coinsevery small. This could be only the perennial Sophomore Sweater Swing. Before the mist comes again to obstruct our vision completely, we see sophomores walking up on the auditorium platform to receive honors in scholarship. As the last award is presented, that same small gentleman rushes on the scene saying, There will be a brief intermission during which the sophomores will don the dignity of upper- classmen. The first glimpse we have of this next year is one of our class officers leading the mad Scramble for money. The aforementioned officers were Gerry Storch, Jack Swisher, Mina Shumway, and Sonny Tiberghein. In our desire to make our Prom the l'best yet, we worked hard to make the Hallow E'en Howl, our first dance, a howling success. We have cause to shake the ball, for we think it is out of control when it reveals a scene of sixth-century England. But then we recognize our classmates as the people of King Arthurls Court, and we realize it is just an excerpt from our class play, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurls Court. This play was outstanding because, firstly, 39 it broke all previous records of profit, and secondly, because it was the tirst costume play given by a class in this school. A vision of a lone candy bar all but hidden by cookies stirs in us memories of a year of scanty candy soles and a very successful bake sale. We then catch brief glimpses of iuniors sporting handsome class rings, two iuniors as co-editors poring over a Blue Devil, and lots of our class- mates receiving scholarship certificates. With great pride we look upon our Prom in which we produced the charm and dignity of a southern plantation. Before the vacation mist gathers within the ball, we witness the election of the senior class officers, who were Pat Anderson, President; Stan Mc- Cracken, Vice President,- Charlotte Blattman, Secre- tary; and Duane DeWeese, Treasurer. Swami Fernski is here at our elbows, complain- ing that we've cut in on his trade, and demands the return of the ball. We really don't care much, because even our faulty memories have retained facts about this all-important year. Since the From left our class purse pretty flat, we began immediately to take advantage of every opportunity to better our financial condi' tion. Our period of drudgery began with the girls' selling hot dogs and apples at games and after school. We gave the first dance of the year, The Foot- ball Fantasy. A dance, given later in the fall, and a paper drive proved Very lucrative. We adhered to the tradition of sponsoring the Christmas formal which was, also according to tradition, costly. In this first year of eleven-man football, the seniors contributed eight men to the first string. Their athletic prowess was not limited to football, but was valuable in other sports as well. We'll always remember February 10, 1946, as the day We drew our first deep breaths in three weeks. The tension was due to the frantic prepara- tions for our Carnival which was held Febru- ary 9. in the spring we gave a bake sale, a paper drlve and our class play. With the menace of war no longer threatening our futures, we come to gradu- ation feeling that we have been well-prepared, in in both academic and so- cial arts, to meet any chal- lenge the world may present.

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Being cursed with poor memories, we have bor- rowed the official crystal ball of that occult gentle- men, Swami Fernski, to acquaint you with details of our glittering past. As we gaze intently into the boil, the mist within clears, revealing a scene not unfamiliar. Small figures of confused and noisy animal life scamper about in a building. Gasping with horror. we recognize these aforesaid pests as ourselves They come more fully into focus, and we find that they are running from door to door, peering anxiously ot the numbers. Soon we see that we had elected John Phillips, President; Pat Simpson, Vice President; Gerry Storch, Secretary; and Jane Hannaford, Treasurer. The scene shifts to a lively group, and we see ourselves playing games at the Hi-Timers' spon- sored by Mr. McNeil. The vision blurs slightly, and we look upon almost the same picture; however, the time is now Monday night. Many flushed and grim-foced figures in pairs move into view struggl- ing through complicated movements to unfamiliar ' rhythms with sometime disastrous results. Another glimpse at the post now gives us Cl clue to the future as we discover our classmates helping the HLittle Devilsu win the runners-up trophy in softball and another in track. Speaking of track, we notice some of our girls displaying their talents on the field. When next the mist recedes, we see ourselves attempting nonchoionce before the envious gaze of the slightly-greener seventh grade. With a calm dispatch we considered only fitting with our new-found dignity, we selected class officers. The ball discloses them to be Stun McCrocken, President,- Pat Anderson, Vice Presi- dent; Bibsi Mueller, Secretary; and Bob Wilcox, Treasurer. That year the outstanding activity of the girls was that of leaving the limelight to the boys, who made good use of it in their unusually fine achievements in Junior High Sports. Our boys de- served most of the credit for the Junior High's en- larging the school's collec- tion of trophies by those they won in track, softball, and basketball. The event which comes into sharpest focus was the eighth grade graduation exercises. The keynote of the ceremony was pride, mingled with high spirits, and a dash of awe. em a; '46 After we watched various members of Ye Olde Classe receive diplomas and some awards, the scene fades and we see again the little man re- turning with a new sign which reads, There will be a slight pause for vacation frustration. Swami Fernski's prized possession now discloses us as Freshmen, upsetting the order of the school in our attempts to adjust schedules. We exercised extra care in choosing ofFIcers who would start us firmly on the rocky road to financial security. They were Jack Swisher, Presi- dent; Jock Wade, Vice President; Ben Fite, Treas- urer; and Marilyn Mills and Ed Wilkinson, Secre- taries. Oh, we know that two secretaries seem like a lot, but you should have seen how busy we were! Now we see an awe-inspiring scene. Passing in review are all the boys who were in sports this freshman year: A freshman with a football numeral, two first string baseball players, two varsity track men, and four freshmen out of five players on the first string of the reserve basketball team. We must strain our eyes to see the next scene. Ah! The Freshman Dance. No, it wasn't the wild success we had hoped for, but it was fun for us. The dance scene is upset when the gym is suddenly crowded with little Scotch pixies who chase away the freshmen, shouting, HThe sopho- mores are coming, trc: lo, trq lo! When the haze of forgetfulness parts, we watch the newlyearrived Mr. Pat enanre the heart of every student in the auditorium with his talk in the opening assembly. That year we ported the maze of congruent triangles and Caesoris skirmishes long enough to elect oiticers. Our leaders were Jim Told, President; Barbara Spelmun, Vice President; Pat Anderson, Secretary, and Gerry Storch, Treasurer. A brilliant light in the bull reminds us that the boys continued to shine in the field of sports. First we see the figure of a sophomore on the varsity squad; next, the sophomore intramural football

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4m: 70666 We, the undersigned, members of the Plainville High School graduating class of 1946, being of sound mind and memory, and about to leave the honorable station of seniors in high school to later upperclussmen, do bequeath to afore- mentioned upperclassmen the attributes which have made us great. Therefore, we do will and bequeath: Item IeTo the Senior Class of 1947-we give: ROOm three hundred and ten, our reverenced hull of fame, where, from choir to chair, our names may be read. Treat it kindly, 1947, that all senior classes may know their ioys and sorrows in it also. Our many, many college bulletins with wisdom to inspect and select. An annual as successful as we hope this one will be. Our dear Miss Keegan and our dear Mr. Martin, without whose wisdom and guidance the success of our senior year would have been impossible. Item lleWe do further respectfully lhecve: To Gordon DeWeese, my knowledge of farmingePdtty Anderson. To lucie Miller, my feet to help carry her many burdenseBtll Adkins. To Mary Patten, my Tennessee train ticketeBill Anthony. To Bob Oukes, my poiseeDotty Boinum. To Benny Cohee, my haircurlersePhil Banks. To Don Lemon, my red hatreEugene Bauer. T0 Phyllis Williams, my constancy in matters of loveeCharlotte Bldttmun. At home, my letterse-Jeanne Browning. To the already overcrowded trophy case, my tennis trophieSaJane Buckmuster. To Miss Keegan, my artistic ability to make her blackboard illustrations iust a little cleareRuth Calvert. To Jeanne Bonnell, my cameI-walke-Mary Cappa. To Charles Huzenfietd, my typing speed, and does he need me Kathleen Delaney. To Tom Roland, my never-shom beard-Duane DeWeese. The precedent established by my knock-kneed portrayal of Clarenceelaird Durham. To John Thompson, my desire to be a ministereDon Ferns. To anyone who needs it, my milk of mcgnesia-r-Murygene Francisco. To Frank Summers, my temper-Ben Fite. To Don Geiger, my basketball abilityleJanet Gilbert. To the senior class of 1947, the one left-over unnuolrlohn Gilbert. 40