Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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• • • in RETROSPECT Final examinations, the thrill of parading about in cap and gown, addressing invitations, exchanging photographs, and receiving gifts and congratulations, all have their place in the excitement of May, when we, the Senior Gass, march slowly up to receive our diplomas. At the sight of the underclassmen, a feeling of nostalgia sweeps over us, as we think back to that day, so many years ago, when we were thrilled and proud to be entering Lincoln High School. We entered P. H. S., 120 strong, in the fall of the year 1936. We took the change from grade school to High School in our stride and fit into the scheme of things from the first. Our first social event, a hallowe'en party en masque, was a decided success. Ross Kaser's mechanical man costume drew first prize. A note of hilarity was added to the occasion, when Ross attempted to divest himself of his get up, and found he was sewed in. Our sophomore year was spent with a vision of circles, triangles, and parallel lines dancing in our heads, for we were taking that famous subject, geometry. Qiipman and Hartman excelled in art, while Elkins, Hileman, and Kaser won lau- rels on the athletic field. Nimble feet and a flexible digit were the sole requisites for popularity at the sophomore party. The Big Apple was the latest dance rage, ice cream in coke was the favorite confectionary concoction, and Cupid's darts flew thick and fast. As juniors, we embarked on a political campaign and Wentzel Wagoner was elected president of the class. The other officers elected by popular choice, were: Treva Read, vice president, Phyllis Haag, secretary, and Joe Elkins, treasurer. The New York World’s Fair Junior-Senior Prom was an artistic and highly sophisticated achievement. Its success amply repaid us for our work, worry, fev- erish painting, and hurried lunches eaten at school. Dan Cupid's expert marksmanship robbed of us 7 members of our class. Our theme song could well have been, Those Wedding Bells Are Breaking Up That Old Gang of Mine . During our reign as seniors, Hileman was elected class president. Other offi- cers were, Miles, vice president, Poore, secretary, and Cannon, treasurer. Our bas- ketball team won sectional honors—the first since our freshmen days. Don Minx organized a snappy swing band, that won the enthusiastic acclaim of all who heard it. Plans for the editing of the MAYFLOWER were being put into effect, with much bustling and hustling by the staff, but all, with the utmost secrecy. The senior play, This Genius Business , was highly successful. Grayce Dexter and Vemer Wolf had the leading roles and handled them admirably. The entire cast turned in a near-professional performance. The Spring Festival, a yearly physical education demonstration, was outstandingly unique in arrangement. Highlighting the festivities, was the crowning of Evelyn Marsh as Queen of the Festival. The crown rested gracefully upon her lovely blonde head. As a class, our history has ended; as a part of the Alumni Association it has just begun. It is our duty, still to support all high school activities. We were loyal to our school while we were receiving an education, and as a part of the Alumni, we should continue to be loyal. Furthermore, it will be our happiness to bring distinction to our school. As the class of 1940 leaves P. H. S., we are glad that we are not saying a final farewell. SHIRLEY THOMA Page Sixteen

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Row 1.—RONALD SULLIVAN, Aviation Club 1.2. VERA SULLIVAN, Homo Makers Club 1,2; World Friendship Club 3. RUSSEL SUSELAND, Track 2,3; Football 4; Monitor 4. Row 2,—ELM A TANNER. Tri-L 1.2; Operetta 1,2,3; G.A.A. 1,2.3,4; Orchestra 1.2,3,4: Dra- matics Club 1; May Festival 2.3; Glee Club 1,2,3.4; Booster Club 1,2,3.4; Guidance Room Officer 2; Hi-Tri 4; Monitor 4,- Mayflower Staff An Editor. SHIRLEY THOM A. Trt-L 1.2: Cab- inet member 2; Ye Pilgrim Copy Editor 1,2; Featuro Writer 2; Editorial Writer 3: G.A.A. 1,2,3.4; Council 3.4; Operetta 1; Glee Club 1,2,4; Boostor Club 1,2,3,4; Librarian 1; Dramatics Club 1; May Festival 2; Photography Club 2: Paintors Club 4; Scrappy Scribblers 2: Hi-Tri Chartor Member 3.4; Mayflower Editor. DON- ALD VANATA, Aviation Club 1; Photography Club 2. Row 3.-JACK WAGONER. Ye Pilgrim 1.2.3; Basketball 1,2: Track 1; Painters Club 1; Radio Club 1.2; Photography Club 1; Hl-Y 3.4; Guidance Room Vice President 2; President 3: Dramatics Club President 3: Mayflower Layout Editor. WENTZEL WAGONER. Board of Con- trol Representative at Large 3; Operetta 1,2; Gleo Club 1,2.3; Hi-Y 3.4; Ye Pilgrim 2.3; Junior Prom Chairman; Junior Class President: Student Court Prosecuting Attomoy 4; Mayflower Staf: Assistant Business Managor. DAVID WARNA- CUT. Radio Club 1; Football 1,2,3,4: Basketball 1,2; Track 3.4; Board of Control 2; Guidance Room President 1; Secretary 2; Monitor 2. Row 4.—DAVID WEBSTER, Football 1,3,4: Honor Banquet 3; H.-Y 4: Track 4. KATHERINE WEL- BORN, Tri-L 1,2; Cabinot Member 2; Operetta 1.2; Glee Club 1,2,3; Hi-Tri 3.4; Craft Club I; Booster Club 1.2.3,4: May Festival 2; Boari of Control Secretary 4. EDWARD WHITE, Ooe: otta 1,2; Glee Club 1.2.3.4 Row 5.—WILBUR A. WHITE, Photography Club 1.2. DON WINSTED. Basketball 1.2,3.4; Dra matics Club 1; Track 3; Hi-Y 3.4; Secretary 4; Student Court Defense Attorney 4. VERNER WOLF. Photography Club 1.2; Radio Club 1; Football 2; Basketball 2; Board of Control 3: Mayflower Staff Photographer. WILBURTA WY NANT, Tri-L 1,2; Ye Pilgrim 1,2,3: Business Man- ager 2,3: World Friendship Club 1; May Festival 2: Hi-Tri 3,4; Secrotary 4; Honor Banquet 3: Movie Camera Operator 3,4: Painters Club 4; Mayflower Staff Businoss Manager. s £ n i o fi s

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We are waiting on the threshold, Girded, ready for the strife; Waiting till we shall be marshalled In the battle-ranks of life: Waiting for the bugle's ringing, Through the tumult to be heard, For the order, ‘'Forward!'' bringing Work and conflict in a word. Yet we ask one thought of sadness, Tho' bright hopes illume our way; Tho' our hearts are filled with gladness, Comrades, we must part today 1 Yes, we part; and while before us Lie the welcome future years, Yet your voices fill the chorus Like the sound of falling tears; Though you walk no more beside us, One there is who ever will; Though our teachers cease to guide us, His dear hand is o'er us still. Still to you our hearts are clinging, And, like distant chiming bells, Through the chorus you are singing Hear our sorrowful Farewells!'' When we reach our home in glory. When our warfare all is done— When we look back o'er the story Of the victories we have won;— When the links, that here must sever Of this frail and changing love. Shall united be forever In that heavenly rest above: Then, with raptured voices ringing Sweeter far than earth has known, Shall we join the chorus, singing Praise before the great white throne. S0HG .