Salina High School - Trail Yearbook (Salina, KS)

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Trailing Through the Years Class of '56. That's a very important phrase to some two hundred sixty-seven of us individuals. We became a part of that phrase practically as far back as our minds can retrace. The maiority of us began working and playing together in the fall of i950 when as wide-eyed seventh graders we made our way around the halls of Roosevelt Junior High School- It seems like a long time since that first day of school in the seventh grade. A lot has happened since that time. When one thinks about the plump little girls and freckle-faced boys who have changed to slender, attractive senior misses and handsome senior boys, it seems almost unbelievable that the former situations ever existed. What a blowl That was the reaction when we found that iunior high and senior high would be from then on completely separate institutions as far as activities were concerned, consequently, we deprived individuals spent the next two years trying to improvise our own equal of high school. After advancing to the impressive role of freshmen, we encountered such baffling things as lockers, glee clubs, Y-Teen and Hi-Y, algebra, Latin, and other things which proved that we were really getting into the swing of high school. Where do we go???? That was a typical wail of us when as sophomores we desperately tried to find classes at the opening of school. But before we knew it the year was over and the 'Sophomore Circus' and all were in the past. The pace continued to increase in our iunior year. We set a new record in ticket sales with the iunior play Young April. Then came our first prom with the theme 'Southern Portraits. We gazed in awe and wonder at the decorations and danced to the music of Bill Heptig. But eventually the glorious day came when we hit the top. Seniors! The power was now ours. As the years had moved on swift, noiseless feet, we had grown up. Our class plays improved as we matured. This year our great success was 'Time Out for Ginger, which rocked the audience with its humor and pathos. The play shared the spotlight with Homecoming, which was held on the same week-end. We soon found ourselves in the hustle and bustle of trying on caps and gowns to assure ourselves of our present size. Prom came again. This time we were privileged to attend the banquet for seniors only, and we found ourselves com- pletely lost in the atmosphere of an 'Ocean Fantasy. Baccalaureate and Commencement climaxed the activities not only for the senior year, but for the whole high school career of a top-notch class in every way-- scholarship, sports, dramatics, music, and debate. We realized our opportunities and responsibilities, and, challenged, we were determined to conquer them. Now just as our high school days had started, they were gone . . . . ,161