Speedway High School - Speedette Yearbook (Speedway, IN)

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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

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Mus. ELEANOR STRONG Miss Dours WVATSON Miss Eiimxxon Cunnan Miss Mn. Il. C. JORDAN PAULINI-L IIENDRICKSON Mn. JACK l os'rEu IVIILLANVRENCETHOINIPSON Mn. R. C. FOLAND Mu. N. D. XVELLEII S0011 I 11oticed two strange people looking mighty be- wildered, so I introduced myself to Miss Doris NVatson, the new art teacher, and Mr. jack F oster, the speech Pllld English instructor. I showed them around my school and they caught the contagious rash of my pride pretty quickly. While we were on the tour, we saw Mr. Troth, dreamily engaged in inspecting blueprints for the science department in the new building. Ah, yes. The next morning was a lonely OIIC u11til about I0 A.M. in came a curly-haired young man. He spotted the basketball I had been working out with and quicker tllklll it takes to wink he had taken possession. Very appropriately Basketball Coach Charles Nay walked in at that moment and, as explanations were i11 order, I found out the young man was Mr. N. D. Weller, our new history teacher. Leaving these two basketball fiends, I trotted over to view the 11ew building. As I rounded the corner I encountered my friend, Miss Greer, talking to Miss Hendrickson whom I had already met. I made Miss Creer promise to get the girls' giant volley ball for me and received an invitation from Miss Hendrickson to attend choir anytime. Whoopee! Two birds with one hoof. When I went back to the high school building. I became highly indignant because Mr. ll. C. Foland did not speak to me until I realized he probably wasnt aware of my existence yet. He was so busy studying ledgers and commercial class books that I decided to return later. I was getting hungry so I galloped over to the Home Ee. room to raid the ice box. just as I began eating who should appear but Mrs. Strong. She made it perfectly clear whose refrigerator it was even if I am the spirit of the school.