Plainville High School - Plainsman Yearbook (Mariemont, OH)

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744M ?aa The seniors thank all those who so willingly supported our proiects. We are especially grate- ful to our principal, our sponsors, and those other teachers who out of the goodness of their hearts counselled and co-operated. Our thanks also to the senior mothers who so ably prepared our Carnival dinner; to Mrs. Reis, Mr. Conover, and Mr. Schwender, who patiently gave time and energy. 85

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mother cried. After three weeks and three days, I came home again, and on the first day home, every kid in the neighborhood was there to see me. . . . E. Bauer One experience I will never forget is arriv- ing at my aunt's home in Colorado last summer. I was the last to enter the house, and suddenly I saw a big dog coming straight for me. I iumped onto a table, and there I stayed until the dog was out of the housel' . . . W. Raleigh 'IMy first-grade teacher, who raomed next door, was reputed to be very strict. Drunk with the power possessed by the kindergarten teacher's favorite, I bustled over, grasped the new teacher's hand, and suggestively asked her whom she was going to know best next year. She knew me best, but I could never make her succumb to my wiles. . . . P. Anderson HOne eventful day in the senior year started when I met Stein, Adkins, and Home in time to get the 8:30 Milford bus. We ioined our gov- ernment class downtown and witnessed a ses- sion of civil court. During the noon recess we visited a brass foundry. . . . B. McGuire HI was baptized when I was three. It was a special occasionemissionaries had brought the water from the River Jordan, and a visiting bishop was to perform the ceremony. They tell me I watched the bishop with interest as he put the water on my sisters heads, but when it was my turn, I came forth with, 'Well, don't'! . . . .I. Gilbert 'IMy family was staying at Mexico C'Ity's swankfest hotel when I made the acquaintance of Xavier Cugat by nearly knocking him down 'In the elevator. The next day when we were gliding around the floating gardens of Xochim- iIco in a gondola, I heard, 'Senorital' There was Xavier, reclining on a flower bank, and he tossed me an orchid. It made me quite an enigma to the rest of my party. . . . B. Mueller I was in the market for a car, and saw an ad in the paper for a '36 Olds. My father and l hurried over and I put a deposit on the car. The next day it was mine, and after I cleaned it up it looked like a dream! . . . T. Marx th August of 1945, Duane and i chaperoned four Angus cattle at Darke County Fair. On the great day, we feed, watered, and cleaned the cattle, and put their tails in braids. There was a hair-rising ten minutes during the parade when they started to run. . . t G. Storch 'IMy early years began and ended with 84 August instead of January. August was falr month, which meant the State Fair, and all the sights and sounds and smells associated with it. We always went on Ladies' Day, and on the last day to see the fireworks. At my grand- motherts house I gazed with wonder at people from Cleveland, Toledo, and Akron.l.! J. Markey One of the first things I remember is Mardi Gras in New Orleans. It was such a thrill to dress in my costume and go with my father and mother to watch the parade From the floats, beads, bracelets, little dolls, etc., were thrown to the spectators. My tall mother and father would catch them for me. I learned years later that they would buy things beforehand to keep in their pockets in case they didn't catch any- . thing for me. . . . D. Uvaas One basketball game I think I shall never forget. Our reserve team had iust bowed to an interior Terrace Park team. Revenge was our pledge. But with five seconds left, they were ahead by one point. Then I was fouled, and entitled to two free throws. With the game un- officially over, the outcome lay entirely on my shoulders. The more the rooters yelled, the more I shook. I wish I could say the ball went into the basket and I was a hero; but it didn't. . . . B. Anthony 'IAs my friends and l hurried through the snow to Redbird Creek our faces were as pink from anticipation as from cold. First, the ritual of building a tire. Then we each picked out a rock to sit on while we removed our shoes. Small, childish hands, larger, boyish hands, cold, numb handseall lacing furiously. Each wanted to be the first one on the ice! . . . C. Schmidt I'It was the tattooed man at the circus who inspired us. All the way home, my brother and l plagued Daddy with queries as to how the decorated man got that way. Next day, Mother found my brother sprawled on the Floor, and me sketching designs on his chest. . . . M. Mills HAt the age of eight I decided to see the world. One afternoon my playmate and I packed our clothes and started. At the railroad station we got a lonesome feeling. Weeping, we went back home. . . s L. Weingartner a HYesterday when We exchanged announce- ment cards, a senior could observe a strange look in each friend's eye. It seems like yester- day that we entered school, but the days have slipped into years. . . . B. Adkins

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