Prairie Du Sac High School - Prairie Pride Yearbook (Prairie Du Sac, WI)

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Betty Ann Gasner 'If you want a thing well done don't do it yourself unless you know how.' Chorus 1-2-3-4g Student Council 19 Prom Com. Willis Koenig 'They Say It's Wonderfu1.' Audrey Clsvadatscher 'The secret of life is not to do what you like, but to like what you do.' Annual Staffg Prom Com. jygf l pi everly Willey 'I wish that I could hide inside this letter.' Twirler 3-45 F,H.A, 43 Forensics 1-3-43 Class Pleyg Prom Com.g Student Librarian lj Annual Stafi n rnnuh at 1 ff f g I qv-lj P ? ' XA Qfxerlvlldom ' Q ll ? 1' ,!? if .D 'J f i .gr QCP g.ES35 , 'J N I I 'J 1 - ' I ,4 . gsfffffffff fi lf ' ' 9911 A fiXflft5-- H 1 - v y QQR .f--,, Z'Q-

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Tdh THAIL UI TUk.IOHTX-NlNkHS We started blazing the trail of '49 in the September of 1936 when fifteen scouts cautiously began the first lap of their journey by becoming a part of the first kindergarten of PDS. We slowly but surely cut our way into the three F's under the troop leader- ship of Miss Miller. Lxcept for a few devils we weren't exceptionally had nor good either, for that matter. One incident happened which I'm sure those whom it concerned will never forget. It happened during the year we pitched our tents in hrs. Conger's locality. We had just gotten those beautiful new fangled desks which opened by lifting up their tops. There was a slot on the right hand side of each in which we kept our pencils. That was nice, except for the fact that we weren't quite used to them and kept dropping pencils on the floor when we lifted the tops. Well, finally just one too many dropped on the floor and Mrs. Conger, at the end of her patience, said that if one more pencil fell we wculd have a punishment of sane sort. I guess we were at the age when we were all rather high spirited,but anyway we took all our little pencil stubs out, and full of the dickens as we all were, slowly put them on the floor until the aisles were filled with pencils. hven Mrs. Conger, who has a jolly sense of humor, couldn't see anything funny about this, and we weren't disappointed either because as surely as the sun rises in the east we got our punishment. After receiving our merit cards for achievement in the grades we continued on our trail in constant pursuit of education. We came to a fork in the road where more scouts of all nationalities, creeds and religions came to join us in putting our ideas, talents, and abilities together into the beginning of four years full of many new experiences. For a short while we paused on our trail to stop and adjust ourselves to a rather different type of life. After a rather rugged initiation we were considered 'in' Some of the older more dignified scouts even remarked that we were the 'quietest pack'that had passed that way in a long, long time. I guess we've sort of changed. As our trail led into the Junior year,our main interest was the Junior Prom. During the first few weeks of school we elected Russ Moely to be our president and consequently King. He later chose lvonne Taylor to be his Queen. Under the able guidance of Miss Flugstad, our advisor, we transformed the gymnasium into a 'Southern Plantation', using as the theme, 'Neath the Southern Nbon'. The setting of this prom proved to be one of the prettiest in the history of PDS. As we constantly tramp along our trail we find that we have gained the new title of Seniors. One of our first important camps of this year was the Class Play. Under the fine direction of Mr. and Mrs. Ness, ten of our scouts presented a comedy in three acts, 'The Charming 1ntruder'. For our next camp we stopped at the Senior Ball. Joyce Morrow, our president, reigned as Queen and chose Bill Kohlman to reign as King. The gymnasium was decorated to the theme of 'Winter Wonderland'. As we look ahead we can see many more camps ahead of us -- lacca- laureate, Class Night, and last but not least, Commencement. This is not the end of our trail. We merely have come to another fork in the path where we must decide our futures. We will always remember our many happy days when we were scouts on the trail of the forty-niners. N A4561 WS. T THQ x -5 'xf. be . 'S We QP is