Southport High School - Anchor Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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FRANCES LYONS STANLEY HAGUE ROBERT WHALEN Secretary'-Treasurer President Vice-President Reminiscsmq We came to school our freshman year To launch upon a new career, ' iWVeTaced our tFaEl?witl'TlTappy't'hbughT 'H ' To find the wisdom that we sought. Through many days of grief and toil We ha.d to burn the midnight oil, We learned our English, histyry, and math And struggled up the knowledge path. Those parties, pranks, and high school dances Were colored by our school romances. Of all the things that will be missed Our sports and games will head the list. Those joyous days that now are past Have formed the bonds that always last. Welll often recall them with a sigh, And cherish the memories as years go by. Seniors

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664404121049 One warm September day in forty-two, VV e freshmen green, our grade school through VVith vim and vigor, noise and pep, Turned toward Southport our latent step. In eagerness we joined the rest, Each student putting forth his best. To win the praise and share the blame, That come to all who play the game. The upperclassmen, grim and still, Scoffed at us, as all classmen will, Forgetting in their joyous spree. That they were once as green as we. As children after tawdry toys, They sought the scalps of all our boys, And he who ventured out too late Returned next day with barren pate. Next year as sophomores we came back, Trodding again the well-known track. XYith history books we joined in campaigns, And fought through snows and blinding rainsg And on those battle grounds so famed and fair Left not a sophomore standing there. VVe struck at math with all our mightg VVith pens and rulers did We fight, And when we finished geometry It was plain to us as A.B.C. Tonges and -lunken we do recall Right bravely tackled basketballg And by their calm, industrious ways, XN'on oceans of respect and praise. As juniors, we were quick and keen, Our pranks were many, though unseen, Financial worries clogged our minds, Along about reception time. Old April found us well in line, VX'ith notions that were new and fine. And our reception, so we were told, VVas worth its Cost of work and gold. But now our fourth yearls dawned at last g Cur days of curt rebuffs are past. Gui' minds are Filled with feverish plans To be brought out by willing hands. XYe'll not complain, though hard the task, To graduate is all we ask, And hold, in days that are to be, A place in each one's memory.