Princeton High School - Tiger Yearbook (Princeton, IL)

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MISS LUCHSINGER Our Teacher, Our Adviser, And Our Friend In the darkness with a great bundle of grief the people march. In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people march: Where to? what next?” From The People, Yes. By Carl Sandburg Page Six

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FOREWORD TT HAS BEEN stated that the world is a stage - • and that the people upon it are merely actors and actresses making their entrances and exits. Looking back over past memories, it does seem as if these reminiscences are all a part of one grand play. During the past four years the play” has been one of education, and the set has been that of Princeton High School. Actually it has been a very enjoyable production, although it would probably never receive an emmy. It has been full of laughter and tears, basketball and tests, growing up and clinging to childhood, slang expressions and quotations from MacBeth—every- thing that fills those all-important years between thirteen and seventeen. The 1957 Tiger is the narrative story of these years as they are spent at Princeton High School. The contemporary entertainment medium, tele- ivsion, has given us our theme, P. H. S. on camera. Our competent adviser, Mr. Kenny; the editors, who have worked diligently: and the staff, which was one to be proud of; now present to you the 1957 'Iiger with the hope that you can receive as much enjoyment from it as we have had producing it. —Stephanie Fuller Page Five

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E, THE CLASS OF ’57, will never glance back over our four years at Princeton High School without remembering you, Miss Luchsinger. For these past years you have been Prince- ton High School to us. All of us have either studied under you or worked with you. Through our association we have derived satisfaction, knowledge, and love. You have prepared us for the future and made our high school days enjoyable. Remember our Junior play and how angry we would make you—so angry you usually ended our scolding in laughter? And the first time we com- piled our own regular school paper? That was our beginning step forward, together. Then the day came when we were finally Seniors. Oh, but we thought we had written the book. That is un- til a few of us chanced to step into your English IV class. It seemed you thought some ‘guys’ like Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Hawthorne had some- thing to do with it. Well, we humored you even though we knew they had died and were positively obsolete. Then a surprising thing happened— we rather grew fond of the “old fel- lows” and did not mind them at all. Somehow you always managed to keep every one of us balanced and “on the right track.” There were times when “we stepped out of line” for a short time; but, as ever, you managed to pull us back—either by kindness or the famous “Luchsinger chew.” As you must have guessed by now, this is a dedication. We are dedicating our yearbook, the 1957 Tiger, to you. In a greater sense this is a dedication that began two years ago and will last many years in the future. Now we are leaving Princeton High School, for that inevitable time has arrived. To- gether we have lived and laughed and the time has come for a change. From you we have learned wisdom, under- standing, and how to laugh and how to work. Now we must apply these gifts. Through our future separation we will learn to evaluate all you have taught us, for you have given all that it was possible to give: and in return we make this dedication—ourselves, our love . . . Pukc Seven