Smithsburg High School - Leopard Yearbook (Smithsburg, MD)

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FRESHMAN CLASS First row (left to right)—Betty Kendall, Luella Gardenhour, Lucille Gaver (secretary), Scott Pryor (treasurer), Melvin Cowan (president), Richard Huff (class representative), Mary Catherine Crum, Mary Catherine Smith. Second row—Agnes Kline, Betty Hoffman, Lucy Shank, Gladys Kelser, Betty Smith, Caroline Olson, Geneva Doyle, Dorothy Kuhn, Reba Miller, Evelyn Frey, Betty Knepper, Della Miller. Third row—Lucille Frey, Robert Kretsinger, Joseph Dattilio, Richard Harbaugh, Miss Schroyer (ad- visor), Miss Noel (advisor), Richard Brown, Guy Hess, John Stouffer, Betty Dwyer. Fourth row— Franklin Doyle, Lee Leo herman, John Newcomer, Samuel Kipe, Sherman Kendall, Charles Gesford, Mark Frey, and Billy LeDane. EIGHTH GRADE First row (left to right)—Betty Bachtell, Eyleen Tracey, Maurita Palmer (president), Joyce Smith (sec- retary), Robert Smith (class representative), Robert Leiter (vice president), Jean Himes, Viola Jackson. Second row—Louise Smith, Betty Crawford, Margaret Mong, Luella Fleagle, Ruth Biser, Retha Martin, Marie Grams, Ruth Fleagle, Mary Gardenhour, Ruth Crum, Betty Brown, Lela Thomas. Third row— Shirley Moyer, Robert Tracy, Richard Brown, Paul Kline, Roy Boswell, Herbert Hays, Lloyd Klin-9, Rich- ard Beard, George DeLauter, George Bushey, Nevin Lewis, Eugene Kendall, Irene Griffith. Fourth row—David Martin, Vernon Brown, Robert Kendall, David Benner, Mr. Martin (advisor), Lawrence Ambrose, Richard Toms, and Wilfred Jackson. (Absent—Lloyd Bowman, Franklin Forrest, Maurice Toms, Wesley Swope, Eleanor Kipe. Page 9

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SCHOOL DAYS Hey, kids—wait a minute before you go out of the school house doors for a last time. Come back. Can you remember these inci- dents? In September, 1939, 49 fearful Freshmen swallowed hard and walked boldly into room 26. Everything was new to us — subjects, schedules, teachers, even the students. The upperclassmen seemed like beasts, especial- ly when initiation time came around. But before long, we got into the “groove and we were showing our “elders” that it wasn’t easy to “tramp our toes.” Remember the Halloween Party? That’s right—it rained— “nope”—it poured. And that idiotic “Sears ar.d Roebuck Catalogue” Wedding! Just how often was Floyd’s bicycle locked up because he treated all the girls after school? Of course, it didn’t break him of the habit. And that Algebra class meant more head- aches than enough for both teachers and pupils. Anyway, that’s where June learned not to make a snoot at the principal. Wasn’t that the year that we had the Valentine Party that was postponed three times? Yep —and someone ate part of the candy ahead of time. You see—there are “oodles” of things to remember about our first year in high school. Then came our Sophomore year. Two girls turned into the Brenda and Cobina of the class—and honestly it seemed their chatter never ceased all year. Cupid, Jr., kept things moving, too. The boys were always discover- ing a sweet new “dish”—and the girls had just met someone who was “simply divine” (for about three weeks). There were several successful dances—Christmas and St. Pat- rick’s. A few of the “twinkle toes” of the class showed up. Remember how delighted we were when our boys formed a swing band. Naturally it was the best thing that has happened to S. H. S. for ages. I bet none of us have forgotten that Truth and Conse- quence Assembly. Golly—but that was fun. That year ended with a class gathering at Caledonia and Cold Springs. The fall of 1941 found us jolly Juniors back to the “ole grind.” Eight of the simple- minded souls went on a straw ride on one of the rainiest nights of the season. (Talk about drips)!!—and those horrible “teddy- bear” haircuts the boys wore. Something new had been added—you know—those dime dances. YVe all brought outside friends and had a dancing good time. “Gosh,” didn’t we make large profits from chancing off those turkeys? And the prom—it was really “snaz- zy” plus and I don’t mean perhaps. It was just as much fun getting ready for as hav- ing it, too. But honestly, I thought some of us wrould have crepe paper nightmares. Jack should remember the day after when a mob of us went in a dilapidated milk truck to his house. What did his mother say when she discovered the tobacco under the rug? After we’d enjoyed an all-day trip to the Gettys- burg Battlefield, we parted to spend our vacations in a variety of ways. September we were back together ready for the last drive. It seems this year has been fuller than any before, but perhaps that’s because of the seriousness of the world. The boys worked long and faithfully on their scrap drives. And gee—who could forget the “On to Victory” Show? Then Jack, Dee, and Carroll left for the Army. Golly, w’e missed them—in fact, we still do. Remember our Farewell Party for them—in spite of our “low” feelings we had a good time. Mrs. Black left us at the same time. Then wre lost Floyd to the Navy. Of course we still have fun—but it’s not the same. Doesn’t taffy always taste better when you know you shouldn’t be eating it? Despite the shortage of chewing gum, we Seniors always have a supply. I know we’ll miss the library. It’s “ole” walls have seen more one-act dramas than theatergoers. The unorganized dance practices — these boys just won’t dance! I won’t keep you any longer because I know that each one of you is eager to step onto your future threshhold. Best of luck, classmates, it’s been fun reminiscing. Page S

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1943 LEGACY We, the Senior Class of 1943 of S. H. S., being of sound min 1 and firm body, do hereby make and publish our last will and testament. As a student body, we bequeath to the Junior Class our dignity and the authority to dominate the lowerclassmen. To Mr. Haynes we leave our profound admiration and ever-enduring friendship. A bouquet of thankfulness and appreciation for their help in pulling us through is bestowed upon the faculty. Individually we make these bequeathals: To the basketball teams of next year. La Nona Hahn and Earl Bachtell hand down their ability to make goals. Richard Masters wills his curly locks to Mr. Rohrbaugh. Mary Ann Kipe becomes the heiress to Phyllis Slick’s gift of gab. Jack Hartle wills his deep bass voice to Carl Kipe. It should be a great help in next year’s Glee Club. To the teachers, Grace Weaver leaves her tinkling bells so that the stu- dents will be able to tell how near the teachers are. Betty Stottlemyer bequeaths her attendance record to Agnes Funk. Upon Albert Cline is bestowed Cairoll Wyand’s fiery red hair. S. H. S. just can’t get along without a red head. John Moore leaves Luella, with orders to handle carefully, to Don Werde- baugh. Kenneth Needy gives his peaceable disposition to Bill Winders. To Caroline Olson, Cleo Toms wills her small stature. Mr. Martin falls heir to Conway Flohr’s fire-fighting ability. Donald Bollinger bestows his retiring nature upon Preston Flohr so that the girls can have some peace. The running ability of Albert Kretsinger is handed down to John Kel- baugh. Richard Jacques’ slow walk and lazy manner of speaking is left to Ver- non Brown. Lester Davis bequeaths his popularity with the girls to Francis Rouse. Bill Smith is willed Quinn Fogle’s permit to Chewsville. Mary Belle Boswell leaves her tomboyish ways with Vivian Walter. To Betty June Biser, Betty Tressler confers her melodious giggle. Christine Olson wishes to present her turned-up nose to Gamma Lee Doyle. June Whitmer bestows her hep cat methods to Rosie Kretsinger. Her cheerful, “Ipana” smile, Charlotte Mong presents to Frances Royer. To anyone who has a knack for bearing burdens, Frances Green surren- ders her boyfriends. James Smith bequeaths his Hitler hairdo to Robert Green. Floyd Gearhart grants his winning way with the women to Delbert Smith. To Donald Fleagle, Leroy Fleagle leaves his numerous trips to Waynes- boro. Eileen Pryor leaves her good-natured smile to Zelda Grove. Jane Hauver bestows her willingness to cooperate to Freddie Heiston. In witness whereof, we, the Class of 1943, the testators, have to this will set our hands and seal, this first day of June, one thousand nine hundred and forty-three.