Rocky Grove High School - Hilltopper Yearbook (Franklin, PA)

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eau mmf M2004 New Now is the Hour when we have come to the parting of the way. Way back in the year 1945 we weren't thinking of graduation as much as We were of the mischief we could get into. We were decidedly the freshest Freshman class in the school's history. Drs. Kahle and l-lanby, and Psychia- trist Douglas diagnosed our disease as an advanced case of ninth-grade-itis. There were hopes that the patients would recover. We- had then weathered through a Magazine Sale and the usual activities that were designed to relieve us of too much energy, so with the strains of Brahm'sf Lullaby we were eased into the Tenth Grade. lt was under the new staff of Drs. Vifeyand and Delrtemer that a mild cure was affectedlwith the new use of music as a drug, and while we were under treatment We were content -to sing Don't Get Around Much Anymore. Resuming our Sentimental Iourney we all very firmly and wholehearted- ly subscribed to the theory of Manana. Thanksto the efforts of Mrs. Vonarx, our class advisor, we selected our officers as follows: Bob'Mong, President, Willard' Kingsley, Vice-President, and Barbara Baltzell as Secretary. With the time for our Iunior Play drawing near, We suffered from a new disease that no music could cure. We got the mumps, both separately and collectively, so that when Miss Iimmy came to tread the boards at R. G. H. S., Barb had to leave us and Lois, her understudy, didia good job of taking her place. As we entered our Senior year the jukeboxes were playing Peg of My Heart, Apple Blossom Wedding and Heartaches. We thought we were very dignified and didn't need any advice from our parents, still no matter what we did we ended up more convinced than ever that 0ur Hearts Still Belonged to Daddy. We jangledrour pennies in our pockets and pleaded with the Whole school Not to Take Our Penny. That was our Senior Play and we were so taken by the notices it got, that we thought we had a Broadway hit for sure. But time rang down the curtain on the stage and the lights went upon the basketball floor. We 'Went to Franklin to the tune of Pass That Peace Pipe and came home singing We Did lt Before and We Can Do lt Again. lt was a sorry day for the whole school when that tune didn't carry over to our repeated games with Cranberry. lt' was the middle of Ianuary when the various Senior Groups Went to work to smooth our way to graduation. Now we Weren't so sure we wanted it all to end. Tulip Time was sung in a minor key as we remembered when we wor- ried about the Prom, the ceiling, and Whether the program would last too long. This year We were the guests, but the hustle and rush came to be a precious thing. lt was then we realized as never before that we were just a part of the passing parade at B.. G. H. S. and it was time we became History with the rest of the Senior Classes. ,

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Another year has rolled around, 'Tis time to bid farewell, To all the happy days We had, And the school We loved so well. We really had a lot of fun,- Remember the songs We sang? During a game or after a dance, With the same old lovable gang. Gee how We'd yell, take off our hats, And Hail our Winning team, Who wouldn't turn back on the orange Though dark, the game would seem. My Emi 7a QW Then there were banquets and promenades, Which meant-a lovely evening spent, Singing and laughing with your favorite friends, Or dancing to your heart's content. We'll miss these things an awful lot, But we'll miss the teachers more, They taught us the things on which our whole life clings, lnterlaced with bliss galore. So in conclusion, with these few words, Whenever you take a look The memories We cherish, Will never perish From the pages of this book. -Roger Grimm