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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'li JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS Left , , resi entg JIM BAUER, Vice Presidentg SUE JONES, Treasurer. to right: FRANCES HALEY, Secretary' JERRY TSCHUDI P 'd The Class of '5 g a eptember morning in 1950. Our advisor was Mr. Lamb, and Bob Dixon was the leader of our class. We were kept busy that year having parties, hay rides, and sponsoring all sorts of mone k' y-ma ing projects. The hardest part of our first year was learning to be Freshmen, but soon it was 4 plunged into the depths of learnin on S 1951, and we were Sophomores. We had two advisors this year, Miss Corwin and Mr. Cultice. With their help and with Joan Turner as our class president, we managed to sponsor our first dance, The Shanghai Ching Ding, and to keep swelling our treasury with more projects. We also helped cheer the basketball team on to their c 1 ' ' ' ' ' onso ation victory in the district tournament, What? Another ear one b P Yes, it's now Y 8 Y 1952, and at l g wing up. Our class is small--forty-nine to be exact but we can still mak , e ourselves heard. Our proof of this is our class play, The Little Dog Laughed, our magazine sales the Valentine D , ance, and our beautiful prom. Mrs, Brumbau h Mr. Cultice, and lerr T h ' ' ast we are Juniors--a sure sign we're ro ' g . y sc ud1 have led us through this year safel d y, an now we seem to be doing something--growing up. But we promise you that 1953 will be the wonderful beginning of a terrific end, to the CLASS OF '54