Speedway High School - Speedette Yearbook (Speedway, IN)

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THE NINETEEN HUNDRED ANDfFo RTY-NINE SP E E D E T TE SPARKIE'S MEMO BOOK FOR THE YEAR OF 1949

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Nlns. lli1:i.i4N Koeicsiu' Miss Armies SPICNCEIK Miss TIIELIXIA SToUT Xin. G. L. 'fnoskx' Mn. li,u.P11 .lo11NsoN Mu. CLYDE SALLEE Nln. CII.-Xlll.lC5 NM' Mn. LiNCo1.N NonTnCoTT Mn. Frovn THOTH During the summer some changes had been made and Mr. Richard C. jordan became our superintendent. Waiting for him to clear olf the high school priucipalis desk was Mr. Lawrence Thompson. They,ve both been doing a swell job keeping the clockwork of the school running smoothly. I knew the year was off to a good start when I heard the great clamor in the boys, dressing room. I galloped down to End Coaches Ralph johnson and Clyde Sallee passing out foot- ball gear for the first practice of the year. I was trotting around the gym one afternoon, getting my daily dozen. when I heard someone up in Room II. Miss Spencer. of course. straightening her room. She said she planned on having a busy schedule this year with English and Latin but then she always does. I made my perilous descent of the stairs Cyou ought to try it on all fourslj and was just curling up on a mat to rest when I was greeted by a familiar sound. I didnit have to look to know Miss Stout had parked her i'Famous Ford outside and was coming to get the library ready for my protegees. NVith her was Mrs. Kopesky. that super Math teacher, who informed me she was really glad to see me. Gee, I blushed clear up to my ear tips. Giving up the idea of a nap. I bolted back into the shop for a drink. The fountain was already running so I guessed Mr. Troskv had returned. Right there he was, hammer in hand. ready to begin the yearis clamor in a big way. I hate hammers Calways reminds me of shoeing tirnej so I headed for the hand room. where I found Mr. Northcott giving a music lesson. XVhen heis not working with the band, he performs his duties as grade school principal so he was too lmsv to talk, THE FACULTY WERE HERE