Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

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S E N IO R S By Ann Beard S-is for the Senior class So bright in every way. E-is for the effort Shown in classes every day. N-is for the noble deeds Which we all hope to achieve. I-is for our idle ways, And the grades which we receive. 0-is for the old time stories told Of the happy days gone by, and R-is for remembrance Of dear old Sheridan High. SENIOR HISTCRY Seniors at last! Four years ago we en- tered high school as insignificant freshmen and began our journey on a high school ca- reer. As green freshies we were victims of the usual initiation, but, it is evident that all of us survived. In addition to our class party, we had two skating parties and a hay-ride, with plenty of tomatoes furnished. As Sophomores we enioyed two parties. Since it was Leap Year, the girls gave one party for the boys. Harold DeNoon was our president for the year and Mr. McClung and Miss Padgett were our sponsors. Our Iunior year found us as busy as bees. We began making money for our senior trip by selling pop and popcorn at ball games. Miss Elsie Padgett directed our first play, Those Websters, which proved to be a huge success. Another big event which we planned. was the Iunior and Senior party. This year's top man was Don Inskeep, and Mrs. I-1ersh+ man and Mr. Inskeep were our sponsors. With the beginning of the fall semester, 1949, we enrolled as seniors and announced that we were the upperclassmen. After elect- ing Ieanette Pickett as our president and in- itiating the freshmen, we started work on the yearbook. Our second theatrical production, Peck's Bad Boy , was under the capable di- rection of Miss Padgett. Our pictures were taken and were received in time for Christ- mas. At our regular class meetings we chose maroon and white as our class colors. Either find a path or make one was selected as the motto, and the rose was our class flower. As time marched on and May 5 arrived, we made those last minute arrangements for the long awaited trip to Washington, D. C. Our Baccalaureate was held May 14. On May 15, Commencement night, we passed through the gate of the past and walked forward into the future.

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A letter came from Hollywood, complete with an autographed photograph. The face on the photograph was none other than that of Ann Beard, who is being billed as The Second Betty Hutton . Ann wrote that Paul McClay has recently had a screen test at Paramount, which the producers liked very much. They are planning to give him a colos- sal build-up. Phyllis Walker and Chiquita Padgett are running a Kindergarten in St. Louis, Missouri. Chiquita wrote that they both like this type of work. The Bower-Power Plant has recently been built in southern Indiana to help control the Wabash River. Warren Bower is the head of that large organization. Don McCarty, War- ren's head construction engineer, wrote me all about this plant. Floyd Teter wrote me from Miami Beach, saying that he has a large hotel near the ocean. It is called Floyd's Retreat . He men- tioned several of his old schoolmates who come every year to his resort. One of his regular customers is Mary jane Landis, who says she just can't stand the Northern winters any longer. Another customer is Pat Iessup, who is writing novels. Her latest, which now heads the best-seller list, is The Private Life of Crimson de Light . Sarah Scanland wrote that she was tak- ing her first vacation in ten years from her work as an operator for the Bell Telephone Company. She is going to Alaska to visit Phyllis Graham, whose husband is looking for uranium in the Klondike region. From London comes a letter from Wilma Harbaugh and Marjorie Wiles, who are sta- tioned there with the WAC's. They confessed that this had always been their secret ambi- tion. Winifred Greathouse wrote, stating that she was the librarian at the United Nations Meetings, and said that she enjoys this work immensely. From Westfield came a letter from Rose- mary Godby, who is now Mrs. DeNoon. Har- old is coaching in Westfield and the rivalry between W. H. S. and S. H. S. is still going strong. Rosemary mentioned Charlene Clark, nee Moore, who also lives near Westfield. lust about five years after graduation, Helen Hundley and Carolyn Snyder bought a deserted South Sea Island and became beach-combers. Theysent me a rare sea-shell from this island and a very interesting letter. From Yankee Stadium came a note from Bill Hutchens, who is ' umpiring all of the baseball games there. Immediately after graduation, I-Iarold Thurman wrote, he was asked by the Bronx Zoo authorities to make a trip to Dark Africa to hunt some new animal that had been seen there. After ten years, he is still looking for more new animals never seen before. Martha Mintier wrote me from San Fran- cisco, where she is lecturing on the subject, How To Influence Your Husband. Another letter from Sheridan came from jesslyn Calvert, who is now the first woman principal of Sheridan High School. Two teach- ers there are Eva Samuels and Iulianna Grin- stead. Eva is teaching Home Economics, while Julianna is teaching in the kindergarten. Phyllis Poer dropped me a line saying that she is working for Iack Bishop in Indian- apolis, on the Unemployment Board. Cne of my former classmates, Evelyn Cline, who has gone into television, is doing two comedy 'shows every day. With her are Roselyn Mace and Marilyn Iennings, who write her scripts. V f After reading all these messages, I sat back and thought about all the wonderful days we had enjoyed in school. However, my time for reminiscing was limited, so I gathered all of this mail that I had received and carried it to my treasure chest, where I shall place it among my souvenirs.

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y Tote Them Chairs Lift that chair, don't drop it boy Lift that chair, it's not a toy. Carry it down, place it riaht The Seniors got to have it for Commencement Night All year long, we tote a chair For all the Seniors, it's a load to bear. Carry them down, carry them back We know it's not the pep you lack. We'll carry chairs, without a tear For you'll carry chairs for us next year. Drip, Drip, Drip Walk down the hall on a rainy day With a careful trip W Don't step on me, l'm here to stay. l'm the bucket set under the drip, drip, drip. There's a puddle, careful now Don't you slip, Don't be so careless as a cow To step in the bucket under the drip, drip, drip. When the rain has qone to stay, Far away over the dip, W Who is it will be put away, bl But the bucket that sat under the drip, drip, drip.