San Angelo Central High School - Westerner Yearbook (San Angelo, TX)

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Shaver, Thelma, B.S. Mechanical Drawing Smith, Mrs. Ruth M., B.A. English Stapp, Jessie B., B.A. English Storks, Charles L., B.B.A. Physical Education Vinson, Mrs. Lula, B.A., B.B.A. Bookkeeping, Typing WooLEY, Claude C, B.A. Physics, Algebra, Biology Young, E. E., B.S. Vocational Agriculture Eilehs, William, Jr. Director of Auxiliary Services Business Manager of Athletics Limmroth, Mrs. Louise Secretary to the Superintendent Maddux, Mrs. James Attendance Clerk Probandt, Mrs. F. B. Attendance Clerk, Registrar Spence, Mary Bain Bookkeeper, Assistant Secretary to the Board

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Jones, Ina, B.S., M.S. Foods, Social Ethics KiicK, John, B.A. Commercial Arithmetic, Physical Education KiNSEY, L. K., B.B.A. Trades Industries Little, Elizabeth, B.A., M.A. Spanish, English Moffett, James M., B.A. Biology MOLEN, OuiSA G., B.S. Physical Education - O ' Neal, Josephine, B.A. Latin, English Poteet, Anne, B.A. English Pye, Jewell, B.S. Physical Education Ramsey, Herschel, Athletic Director B.S, Redfield, Glen A., B.S. Physical Education Reinarz, Roy L., A.A., B.A. Co-ordinator, Distributive Education

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Seniors Are The Class, Of because we have begun to take on responsibilities, and to help with the activities of the school. Just as we are leaving, we begin to appreciate SAHS. The Class Of ' 48 Looks Back We ' ve come a long way since we first swuns lunch boxes over our shoulders and timidly passed notes. The pigtails that used to be plopped into inkwells and the lanky, ruddy-faced species that delighted in throw- ing spitwads have slowly changed with each grade we ' ve progressed. After eleven years, we ' ve finally understood what a school is and for what it stands. As we look back, we know that there could surely never be other teachers, another class, another school quite so wonder- ful. We wandered into San Angelo High School m Sep- tember, 1945. The grownup airs we had actiuired from being the elders in grade school and Junior High were soon changed by the new surroundings and different faces. We suddenly felt like children around the upper- classmen. The Juniors seemed witty and aware of our inferior rating as green Sophs, and the Seniors seemed dignified, much superior, and very smooth. To be a Sophomore seemed then the lowest stage of life. Now we know it is. Charlie Bludworth, whom we elected president of our class, lead us in organizing. Other officers were Robert Ann Keys, vice-president; Abby Mee, secretary; and Donald Patton. treasurer. We soon became accustomed to this strange new world, and caught the living, vibrant .school spirit which surrounded us. As the year progressed, we could almost keep in step with the Juniors. We felt pretty big and important when we were allowed to add representatives to the Student Council. Deloris Wilbanks, Mary Kl- more, Charlie Bludworth. and Boyce Perry were our choices to represent us. We also selected a girl to help lead us in yells as we cheered our fightin ' Orange and Blue through the season of ' 45. We were mighty proud of Abby Mee, who was our selection. Jimmy Liv- ingston also made us proud that year. He was sent as a debater to the state meet — ' long with the Seniors. Although we didn ' t take part in the planning of the annual spring dances and we weren ' t supposed to be in on the Junior-Senior fight, we had our fun in at- tending and watching. Through all these new activities we learned the ropes, and we were anxious for our .Junior year to begin, though we ' d come to lo ' e our care- free Soph days, filled with gayiety and not so much responsibility. When we became .Tuniors we were able at last to participate more fully in the swing of high school. It was fun scaring So[ homores and feeling our superiority. Mrs. Todd and Mr. Fahrenbruch accompanied us into our Junior year as they assumed the new positions of coun- selors. Clifford .lett was selected as president of our class, and filling other offices were Marolyn Powell, vice- presiden; Pee Averyt, secretary-treasurer; and Donald Patton, reporter. Hazel Stein, Loyce Perry, Richard Har- vey and Boyce Perry were elected to the Student Council We also chose Evelyn Ogiesby to accompany the four other cheei- leaders at our pep rallies, bonfires, and at our seasonal games. We did a lot of things our junior year as first times. We ' ll always remember the special train that was chartered to Sweetwater for the Bobcat-Mustang game. It brought our whole school into one big group and made us feel the special something called School Spirit, that hound us together into one team. Next a football sweetheart was chosen for the first time to be presented when the Mexico City Y. M. C. A team met the Bobcats in our stadium. The football team selected their sweethart from our class. She was Loys Gandy. We were also first to order our senior rings during our junior year so that they ' d be ready n ' waiting the coming fall. The blue, red, and black assortments of stones from which we chose our ring sets reminded us that we were on our way to seniordom As a school is made up of many talented students, so during our junior year we found many such treas- ures. We can never forget the chills we got when Hootie Rutledge sang Night and Day or the noise of foot-beating and cheering to the rhythm of boogie-woo- gie, played by Mary Frances Holloway. Billie Tom God- win was sent to state meet in extemporaneous speaking, and Gloria Tharp placed second in the state American Ijegion oratory contests. R. G. DeBerry proved his abil- ity in tennis and Clifford Jett in high-jumping when they both were sent to state meets. Lorene Michalopulos ob- tained rating with her violin in the state band contests. Mary Klniore showed a journalisic knack and was chosen assistant editor of the Campus Corral. The inevitable — our Junior-Senior fight — we ' ll never forget. We placed our flag on top. along with a flagpole covering of grease, glass, and nails. Of rourse. when the high n ' mighty Seniors returned from their Kid Day outing and launched their surprise attack, our position was abandoned. The scars we are still carrying from