Smithsburg High School - Leopard Yearbook (Smithsburg, MD)

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HIGH NEWS Page 5 junior Glass Front row. left to right—Mary Jane Shockey. Pauline Kipe. Elisabeth Phetteplace Man.Julia lnrr (rjco president). Elbert Wolfe (president). Kathlene Pryor Decretary-treasurer). I rain la Indere. Geraldine Klpe. KmniH StoufTer. 8eoond row—Lloyd Smith. Emily I oyle. Pauline Blickenstaff. I auline Brown, Jam «htifin Virginia Lumtn. Arthur Kona. Harold leather. Muts Shockey. Third row -Oeorge Lentz. Joseph House. Benjamin Harris, Robert Maclay. James Martin. Sophomore Glass (president). -Hetty Bos- Front row. left to right—Helen Kline. Miriam Kline. Virginia Harp (vice president). Betty Pager June Frey (secretary-treasurer). Mary Sensenbaugh. Violet Boswell. Beulah tharlne Deal well. Mary Stottlemeyer. Annabelle Smith. Mary k Newcomer. MIrglnia I; ! . PM !! 52? SfiSiardMwri' Bllckenstaff. Third row—Wilbur Clark. William Allenberg. Edwin Beard. Wchard « - Kendall Vaughn Thompson. Delbert Bluer. Fourth row—Leslie Happel. Charles ragvr. Richard Winters. Emerson Ridenour. Edgar Myers. Pat 1 Moore. Mal el Kuhn. Virginia l.loyd Harr.s. Richard

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Page J HIGHNEWS Class History irv D 'Che tTlnnals of th Class of 1938 Near the end of the summer months, way back in 1934, we, as a group of Freshmen, 54 in number, rushed into room 26. We entered eagerly with visions of a happy future in which our meager knowledge would be made greater. We gazed in awe at a group of students who were presented to us as dignified Seniors. We were silently dubious as to their dignity, but we knew that they were more learned and ex- perienced than we were. Then there were the Juniors, who, although they didn’t possess what the Seniors considered dignity, demanded ap- propriate recognition as upper classmen. The Sophomores remembered their experience as Freshmen of the preceding year and welcomed us with understanding. As those ignorable, competitive days passed on we were given a little bit more considera- tion, and then the first important event of the year—the class election. Those elected were Paul Boswell, president; Lucille Hartle, vice president; Sudie Hershberger, secretary-treas- urer. During this year we were active and raised money for our future use by winning $15 from Kretsinger’s Store. A new era dawned. We were no longer Freshmen, but Sophomores now, and we were respected a trifle by our upper classmen. Sev- eral of our classmates decided to change their course and steer in another direction. We treat- ed the Freshmen courteously, because we knew of the predicament we had been in the year before. As those minutas were dawning we held our second election. Electing them was a task, but our duty was performed by selecting as officers: Leland Happel, president; Ruth Mc- Afee, vice president; Sudie Hershberger, secre- taiy-traasurer; Ivan Tracy, student council member. As Sophomores we were full of ideas and pep. Many of our boys and girls were on the athletic teams. Our third year in Smithsburg High School was ushered in with great enthusiasm. We were called young ladies and young gentlemen and took immense advantage of it until we were “callad down by Mr. Summers.” We re- ceived the honor of being christened “the most talkative.” Then came the election of class officers. They were Jane Wade, president; Le- land Happel, vice president; Gail Beard, secre- tary-treasurer; and student council members were Ruth McAfee, Dale Fishack and Jane Wade. The general round of studies and so- cial activities brought us quickly to the spring time of the year when we began preparations for the Junior Prom, the big event of the year. May 14, 1937. Many of our athletic boys and girls received letters for their exceptional abilities. September, 1937, brought us to the begin- ning of our last sail on our high school voy- age. Eventually came the class election and the following were elected: Carroll Biser, presi- dent; Jane Wade, vice president; Luella Smith, secretary-treasurer; and Richard Slick, Ruth McAfee and Jane Wade, student council mem- bers. Rapidly the year slipped by and we were soon working on our Senior play, “Mountain Mumps.” It proved to be a dramatic success, as well as a financial one. It was presented April 1 to a large capacity audience. In due time a minstrel was held. Many of the Seniors were sad at the thought of soon having to leave Smithsburg High School. The Seniors were given a Junior Prom on May 20, 1938. With canary yellow and blue colors flying, the Prom was a success. With the baccalaureate sermon, June 5, by Rev. Dewitt Dickey and the commencement address by Dr. Stahr, June 10, our high school career was filled with number- less experiences which helped us to forget any sorrow which chanced to come up.

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Page 6 HIGH NEWS rf s - € lass Q] Prophecy : Car-Rich Ranch, Reno, Nev., June 10, 1948 Dear Diary: Today has been one of the most unusual in the annals of the Car-Rich Ranch. It has also been the most enjoyable one in our lives be- cause we have just made the last payment on the ranch; and a deed, stating that Carroll Biser and Richard Slick now own the 3,000-acre ranch, is in our pockets. In order to keep our patrons well pleased we are forced to select the best entertainment. You can imagine our amazement when our en- tertainers arrived and we found them to be none other than “Punch” Willard and “Pop” Martin, who have been playing over S. H. S. for five years. We met with a problem when one horse wrangler quit his job without notice, but this was solved when Roger Rowe came wandering in the next morning about breakfast time and jumped at our offer. Our ranch is just ten miles out of town and naturally we get many applications from the women seeking divorces. On this very day we had two girls arrive—none other than Elizabeth Frey and Gladys Wiles. (They said they could not get along with their men). They plan to stay the usual six to eight weeks. Carroll mentioned to me that we should have a special dinner to renew old acquaint- ances and, of course, that meant a ride into town for more food. We had some motor trouble on the way to town and had to call a town truck. As the little car was coming to- ward us, we saw on the side a huge sign which read “MARTIN KLINE—Repair Service.” (The car was a Model A coupe). We finally reached town and did our purchasing at a grocery and meat store owned by John Da- tillio. We went back to the garage, but found that we would have to wait about five hours, because George did not have the repairs on hand. We decided to visit the theater and sum- moned a cab. The cab pulled up with a jerk and the door flew open, and, lo and behold, there was Lee Happel at the wheel. We went to the theater where we bought tickets from an attractive blond, who called us by name. We pondered a while and then we knew that it was Lena Kuhn, somewhat reduced. We entered the lobby and we were greeted by the smiling faces of Julia Jacques and Gail Beard, who were joint owners of the theater. And say, it was really a nice place! We were ushered to our seats by Dale Fishack, a classmate. From there we watched a very enjoyable show directed by “Dick Bol- linger,” a newcomer to Hollywood. We were entertained by a grand organ re- cital calhd “The Organ Grinder Swing,” ground out by George Gardiner on his Stradivarus Hand Organ (without the mon- key). This was followed by an orchestra con- ducted by “Fats” Gaver, master of the trom- bone, making his debut, starring Jane Wade as mistress of the trumpet and Elsa Kretsinger, vocalist. When leaving the theatre we congratulated Julia and Gail for their fine achievement and their excellent entertainers. We were strolling down the street when we noticed a gayly decorated beauty salon, in the doorway of which stood two attractive young women whom we recognized as Luella Smith and Lucille Hartle, trying their best to get customers. We stopped to chat awhile, and found that they had just opened their place of business that week. Suddenly we heard a crash and a bang outside. We jumped to our feet and looked out, only to see two middle- aged Whippets that had collided and their drivers were arguing as to who was at fault. We soon recognized them as Doris Olsen and Ruth McAfee (now married). We told them of the very fine repair service rendered by MAR- TIN KLINE, and they decided to have their wrecks remodeled there. (Concluded on page 13)