Randolph High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Englewood, OH)

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A SENIOR DREAM The night was typical of Indian Summer with its warm breezes and clear, starry skies. To those who came early for seats on the fifty-yard line, it seemed as if nothing could intrude into the peaceful mel- ancholy of the evening. The school building to their right was filled with memories of the past. They were dreaming, oh so joyfully, of the present and the future. It had been just a few days ago that these students had officially entered their last year of high school. They were now seniors! Boys and Girls vesterday-- Men and Women tomorrow--and today? Today was their senior year, filled with unbelievable joys, and yes, the sharp pains and aches that go together to make growing up. The noise and happy confusion of the increasing crowd didn't seem to bother this group of dreamers. . . . . . and this year I shall study, really take advantage of the wealth of information available to me, for tomorrow will be bom the real me, independent and grown-up. I shall be a lawyer, nurse, mechanic, an important link in our nation's production chain, a father, a mother: yes. I will be a responsible citizen so I must study today, study and thus prepare. . , . . . but there will be times for fun, times to lay aside our books, as in the realm of sports. These senior boys will play their hearts out in games such as football, basketball and baseball. With three years behind them of hard practice, they seek their reward of victory. Win, lose, or draw, they will gain much in comradeship and fair playg and their classmates in the stands will also have gained much by good sports- manship and faithful support. . . . . . and we will have our romantic moments . . . the traditionally romantic Homecoming Ceremon- ies honoring especially the senior members of the football team. A night of senior magic--open conver- tibles containing smiling, waving, excited royalty: a royal kiss that will produce sparksfof gossip, that isj through the crowd, and then a dance for all within the warmth of the school. When snowflakes are falling lightly and the air is refreshingly crisp, we shall transform our gym into a winter wonderland and dance to the strings of White Christmas . . , and maybe, on one of these madic moonlit nights that certain boy and girl will make promises of forever and ever , , . . . . . and then in a twinkling, winter will have spent itself and the sleepy world will awake to the coming of spring. In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of --well, it had better be of studies with spring exams just around the corner. . . and how we will work! Paper drives, bake sales, stationery sales, candy sales: we'll sell anything and everything: then modestly admit, Super salesmen are we, the Seniors of '53. But it will have a purpose all this rushing about, for we plan to climax our las last year with a trip. We shall have a wonderful time together. Friendships will be close and intense as if each realizes that soon we will be parted. But think not of that, you dreamers in the stadium, The teams are warming up on the field. The game will soon begin. Hurry on with your dreaming. . . . and the Senior Play, what fun we'll have working together, and the fame we'll receive, no doubt some will be heard to say, if Hollywood could only see us now ! . . . The Bobcat '53, our story . It will capture in pictures and words our spirit and preserve it for years to come . . . and the Junior- Senior Prom--though the two classes may have been rivals in the past, this will be forgotten as the Juniors pay tribute to the '53 Seniors with a breathtakingly beautiful dance. We shall appreciate their efforts more than they may know. . . and then inevitably, that dark cloud on the horizon--Senior Exams--Midnight oil will burn as we cram like mad. But storm clouds always pass and beyond the blue horizon lie Baccal- aureate and Commencement . . . our diplomas . . . strangely, we feel sad. We look at the responsibili- ties we must now accept and our faces are grave as we march. Ah, but the world awaits our conquest. Our hearts are filled with ambition, determination, and youthful anticipation. Now we are happy. The ringing of our laughter is a promise for the future, our future bright with our dreams. There's the whistle starting the game. Stop dreaming. The game on the field, as the game of life, will be over too soon. Take advantage of every golden minute and may God be with you.

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Sf? Bill Weist and Walter Harriss own all the filling stations in Ohio. And to think, they got their start in Englewood as gas attendants. The Newer Look has come in this spring. Barbara Smith is the head buyer for the Bosron and Sellers Department Store. Carol and Shirley have come a long way from the little dress shoppe they had twenty-five years ago. The Powers Models, of which Marty Hoersting is one, will be in the spring fashion show. Gene Riser, the mayor of the city, has passed a bill for new police uniforms. Pat Craft, head of the Policewomen Dept. . got this passed by influencing the mayor's sec- retary, Shirley Sammons. The two competing oil tycoons. Rabold and Fenton, are still arguing about the rights of the Ballangee Trucking Firm. Don has a company in Oklahoma and Fred's business is in Texas. Harry and Bob started out by driving gravel trucks years ago. Carole Carles is the new Secretary of the Treasury. She always was capable of handl- ing the class money. We even have representatives in the service. Charles Koch rose to the rank of Fleet Admiral, and Bob Jones is Rear Admiral. They are going on an expedi- tion to the North Pole this fall. Pat Cruea is the WAC Training teacher at Wright Field. l see where Mary Gray owns a child nursery. Marcia Ware was advertising for a day- time babysitter so the nursery will solve her problem. The farm report looks favorableg the farmers had a good crop in everything this year. Bud Wetzel and Don Roberts are partners in the farm implement business. Don Stutz's poultry farm has lowered its price on eggs. Randolph School has hired three teachers from our class. Eudora Burroughs is the new kindergarten teacher, and Dolores Wright teaches Latin. Io Spears is the French teacher. I remember how they used to tease her about her southern drawl. The Lodge and Swartz Beauty Salon is moving to a new location. The Beery Plumb- ing Shop will take over their old store. Sue Marshall's pet shop is right next to Paul's store. How surprising it is to find so many of my classmates names mentioned in this edition. I am presently writing a feature article for this paper under the byline of Judy Emerick. It is to be a series on the treasured memories of these very students as we were back in 1953 at old Randolph High. B6

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