Smithsburg High School - Leopard Yearbook (Smithsburg, MD)

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dihJboM vfc JJisl filoAA, 'tf5 As an early September morn in 1942 grew warm- er and brighter and as ole Sol smiled more broadly, about 62 timid? little Freshmen trudged toward what some thought was their doom and what others thought was the beginning of life. What a mixture! Redheads, blondes, brunettes and just oodles of those in-be-tweens. Short ones, fat ones, tall ones, and skinny ones. Some quiet, some boisterous, some meek and some playful, while others were just plain devilish. Finally when the last green horn (Doris Maclay, late as usual) came in and closed the door of Mr. Haynes' room, they felt a little freer from the up- per classman's prying eyes. Getting S.H.S. on the usual running basis in- volved the organization of this new, thriving group. The boys seemed to take a back seat as an entirely feminine governing body was elected. Betty June Biser acted as president; Dorothy Harbaugh, vice president; Virginia Davis, secretary-treasurer, and Jean Weaver as Homeroom representative. A pert little gal with a cloud of black hair stepped up and answered to the name of Elayne Dayhoff as well as claimed the position on the “High News” staff as reporter of all Freshman news and gossip. Fall in line! Report to me! Remember, I'm your superior! My, my, one can hardly believe these to be words spoken by the dignified Arthur Tracey. But sure enough, it was Captain Tracey of the Smithsburg Patrol. That was one time when he could boss Carl Kipe, Clifton Miller, Robert For- rest, and Martin Rudolph. You may bet they ac- cepted nothing under the rank of buck private. “For goodness sake, girls. Were you vaccinated with a phonograph needle? Poor Mr. Martin! There's a man who could thank his lucky stars that Freshmen were only introduced at S.H.S. once per annum. Don’t you often wonder if Brigadier General Mil- ton Reckford's daughter, the hilarious Lela Mae, is still trying to make touchdowns in field ball as she did while here? Besides pulling their hair out while working Algebra, the thriving little brood were kept stepping lively dodging the vicious arrows which were shot by Cupid. Some of the slower ones who became afflicted were Virginia Davis, Hazel Eavey, Thelma Kendall, and Bety Barnhart. It seemed their most inspiring subjects were—not math you can be sure —but “Jack Kline, “Bill Smith, “Ted Wade, and June Wiles, respectively. As the dawn breaks through the clouds and peeks into the windows of Smithsburg and vicinity homes on an early September morn in 1942, forty- five sleepy Sophomores rolled back their blankets and again started the daily routine that they had abandoned only in June. Again the election returns favor as president,. Carl Kipe; Jean Weaver, vice president; Lois Reecher, secretary-treasurer; and Elayne Dayhoff as class representative. Other class members re- ceived recognition on the “High News staff. Who, why, what, when, and where were blazed over the society page by the society editor, Elayne Dayhoff. Doris Barnhart and Mae Smith reported news articles and juicy bits of the latest rumors. As as- sistants to the advertising manager, Jean Weaver and Vivian Walter sufficed. The teachers must have had green beans for dinner! All that stnelling vinegar! Junior Brown wouldn’t have had to give the students a bath in it but he did. Doris Barnhart’s arms really smelled rank. Poor Elayne always sticks her neck in at the most inopportune moments. Don’t you often won- der if Mr. Hartlestill thinks Elayne were really hunting her Algebra book that evening after dis- missal instead of what she actually was doing— putting the vinegar back on the teacher’s table, which was stuck in her desk in the excitement. Smothered giggles, red faces, and open mouths aptly described the girls in Home Ec. class when Mrs. Adams gave a few pointers on love and its complications. In case you can’t remember Mrs. Adams, she was a member of the 1942 parade of Home Ec. teachers. How many of these do you remember? Mrs. Bradburn, Miss Young, Miss Bowman, and Mrs. Hartle. Cupid again starts playing with the hearts of our little happy family. Virginia seemed to out- grow Jack and chose instead Basil Brown, one of Uncle Sam’s gobs. Jean Weaver forgot Edgar My- ers and put her stamp on James Shifflet. If you can imagine a romance of coolness, indifference, and minus dates, you have in a nut shell the exist- ence between Mae Smith and Richard Ross. As the curtain comes down over the heads of the chattering group, two of the members boasted medals. The bright historian, Thelma Kendall, claimed the History medal; the genius in Algebra, Lois Reecher, received the math medal, and the vo- cational medal was awarded to Kenneth Phetteplace. A few more students were missing as the Jolly Juniors filed into Miss Shockey’s room in 1943. Our ranks number 37. It began to look as though the class had a group of bashful boys, for again the girls crossed the finish line first. As guiding lights were Lois Reecher, president; Doris Barnhart, secretary-treasurer; and Carl Kipe, vice president; Jean Weaver. Doris Barn- hart and Donald Werdebaugh as home-room repre- sentatives. Giving the low-down on the best books and magazines in the library was Jean Weaver’s task as Literary Editor of the “High News. Final scores and dates were given a run in the athletic column by the sports editors Betty June Biser and Donald Werdebaugh. The sole responsibility of collecting Junior news falls upon the capable shoul- Page 25

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c 'libhaAi QLuJb Front row, left to right—Joanne Snowberger, Betty Lou Itnyr, Betty Kendall (Secretary- Treasurer), Lorraine Gearhart (President), Roy Boswell (Social Advisor), Kathleen Hahn, Eilene Reecher. Second row, left to right—Walter Dayhoff, Louise Herbst, Geneva Doyle, Louella Gardenhour, Mrs. Manning (Advisor), Richard Beard, Joyce Sjnith, Josephine Smith, Eyleen Tracey, Lilia Thomas, Rosemary Ferguson. Library Club The Library, supervised by Mrs. Manning, has formed a new organization entitled the “Library Club.’’ Its chief purpose is to promote a better understanding between pupils and assistant librarians. The club is of a great benefit to the school. The members have cooperated whole heartedly in the improvements of the library by making new rules to abide by, collecting dues which they have spent wisely on materials needed for the library. As a social group, they plan a party some time before the closing of school. A meet- ing is held monthly, where they discuss problems which may arise concerning the Library. Lorraine Gearhart was chosen President; Roy Boswell, social chairman; and Betty Kendall, secretary and treasurer. I’age 2A

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der3 of Thelma Kendall. Carp Kipe reaches star- uum via Business Manager of the paper. The Juniors swooped upon the advertising committee and came out victorious of the six positions. They filled five in the names of Lois Keecher, Vivian Yvaltei, Elayne Dayhoff, Doris Barnhart, and Elbra Brown, Jr. History class, as in previous terms, seemed to be the booth of the classman’s pranks. Can’t you just see those chalk outlined shoes and those pic- tures of the long nosed woman with the umbrella hanging over her nose? Mr. Haynes certainly was a brick. Cupid seemed to grow more active, as did the Juniors! He ventuied so far as to put diamonds on two of our girls, Catherine Needy and Doris Maclay. Other romances which may lead to a sparkler are those of Biser-Forrest, Dayhoff-Flohr, Kendall-Messersmith, and Smith-Miehael. Can you for any teason at all imagine why they would “walk on air” if the war would finally come to the grand finale? Better be careful, girls! Keep those class rings “Under Cover!” Boys just love them, especially when they’re brand new! Watch out, Vivian, Fred- die Heiston has has his eye on yours. “These were a few well meant warnings given by the wise ole owl as he saw the gang proudly flashing their new jewelry. Who brought who to the prom? Does anyone remember? Come to think of it, the stag line was ALMOST complete. The way some things do turn out! For instance, everything possible was done in Reverend Werner's movie films, even to the extent of standing on heads for what seemed an hour—or was it a month? In- stead of the school receiving the developed films some American G. I.’s in Italy were recepients. Now you wouldn’t be mean enough to say the girls were conceited because they think perhaps the boys whistled, would you? Before the door of memories is closed, just three more things come to my mindful mentions. Who could ever forget Delbert Smith with the crooked little smile and his bounteous, unlimited supply of genuine Beechnut gum, which was sometimes sub- stituted with charcoal, Spearmint and Peppermint. Then, too, Jean Weaver was the luckv one chosen to receive the English medal. Last, but not least. Miss Schroyer’s fine sense of humor at the Junior Foimal dinner. Developments in the Senior class came thick and fast as soon as the 27 members managed to get into swing again. Doris Barnhart managed in more ways than one. First a broken collar bone and later Kenneth Phette- place received a shiner, thanks to the mighty swing of her Geometry book. Talk about romances! They certainly were in swing. Sherman Kendall was thinking of asking Anna Mae Grams’ folks if he could come regular, since he only went over six days out of the seven. Arlene Miner’s dreams ate getting better all the time, thanks to the mysterious arcade boy. “Homer”, Lloyd Gearhart, deserted his wife Agatha to chase Eyleen Tracey. Catherine Davis carried the torch for her sea bee, “Bill Eyler”, and kept wondering and wandering. Robert Green, besides making a tip-top soldier, took himself a bride, the former Grace Weaver. Leatrice Brown swings back and forth between Calvin Calimer and Ray Smith, “Maizies” Seabee twin. The pages of Mr. Rohrbaugh’s roll book seemed to scream “Hookey” as the latter ones were turned over. Could it be that Elayne Dayhoff would still be flattened behind that telephone pole if Mr. Hartle were still at the doors? The students’ motto seemed to be “Your happy days are your hooked school days.” Slightly modified version of the old form, isn’t it? Kleora Diffendal seemed to be about the only model student of the happy-go-lucky 27. But this never kept Kleora out of the hearts of classmates, no indeed, for she had the admiration and respect of everyone. Maybe her spontaneous giggles kept her sailing. After Mr. Haynes left, gruesome thoughts lurked about in the minds of the little group after a few days in the custody of Mr. Castle, the quivering little hearts were put at ease. Can’t you remember the story of the bull, the five-star generals, and the gleeful outbursts as he made his daily attacks on the cement-headed students, accompanied by such words as “snickle fritz’’ or “that will be 500 words.” As one afterthought—It couldn’t be possible that every Senior didn’t remember “Leave To Marry”, Class Night, and GRADUATION! Page 26