Spencerville High School - Spenconian Yearbook (Spencerville, IN)

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V -- ---3-1'--7.,,. ., ,, . CLASS WILL We, the Seniors of 1948, feeling blue with the thought of leaving High School, have agreed to leave behind to our good friends, the Juniors, our most valuable possessions, hgping thgy will use thgm as intended......... I, Virginia Ulm, leave my maestro touch of the fiddle to James Bowser so that he will stay in tune while he imitates Al Jolson, but my red hair becomes the property of Louis Timmerman - to bring out the hu-e in Lou-ie. I, Beth Cornell, leave my bashfulness to B111 Furnish and also my excess pencils so that other people's won't come up missing next year. I, Victor Timmerman, leave two inches of all the height I maintain to Marilyn Tustison so that she might become the WLong of '49W. I, Patsy Draime, will my sweet disposition to Pat Dove, hoping hers will become sweeter, while my little ole' sewing kit goes to Raymond Hook so he can do his own mending. CAnd we're not talking about mending heartsll I, Frank Laub, will my car to Donald Woodring, so that he won't have to walk the morning paper route, also my ability to remain in the assembly a whole hour without being sent out. I, Annise Bailey, will my ability to say nnon to the boys to Bar bara Laux. KHowever, we do agree that rings look nice on left hands.l I, Mary Jo Romine, leave all the extra length on skirts to Jeanne Ulm, so that she can cover her knees part of the time. I, David Chapman, will my ease at one-hand driving to John Kelly. I'm sure he'll find it useful. I, Phyllis Nusbau , leave my excess boyfriends to Mary Batdorf, to keep her company next year, and all my extra conversation goes to Kenneth Akey, so that he will be heard as well as seen. I, Dale Gerlg, leave my school books to Ralph Baker just to keep them in the family. CO.K., Cousin?D I, Lynn Lake, leave the old Buick to Joe Gerig so he can go see Pat more often, at least once a week, however, my old strap and razor are to become the property of Gene Warstler to make him feel more manly I, Bill Teegardin, leave my temperance to Joe Bice with high high hopes. I, Phyllis Gregg, will my perfect attendance to Ruth Emenhiser, so she might be seen more often around school, and my typing speed goes to Marie Haupt, hoping she will find it useful next year. We, the Seniors as a class, wish success, a graduation diploma, and as pleasant a Senior year as ours was, to each and every one of the Juniors, and to the school, we wish continued progress and success in the years to come. y 17

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THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1948 Class Colors - Blue and Silver Class Motto - uln Ourselves Our Future Liesu Class Flower - White Rose CLASS HISTORY Knowing that probably none of us will go down in history for doing anything which is considered really important, we, the Seniors of '48, are going to write this history of ourselves as high school students. Or, ought we to say pupils? No, we'll leave it students. Well, anyway, these four years have gone so fast that it is hard to know just what accomplishments should make history for the class of '48. Although we cannot mention all the incidents of our high school days, this history will probably remind each of us of other experiences and that is really its purpose. We began in the fall of 1944, just as green as any Freshmen you ever saw. The eighteen of us who enrolled were: Annise Bailey, David Chapman, Beth Cornell, Phyllis GroSS: Patsy Draime, Dale Gerig, Lynn Lake, Frank Laub, Phyllis Nusbaum, Victor Tlmmerman, Mary Jo Romlne, Virginia Ulm, Doris Ayers, Nellie Mettert, Wava Ankney,Chalmer Walters, Raymond Potts, Ruth Emenhiser, with Mr. Murphy as our sponsor until the second semester when he responded to the call of more urgent duties and joined the army to fight for us, and Mr. Clague replaced him. We were especially green two weeks after school had begun, for we had been directed by some of our superior classmen, namely the Seniors of 1945, to adorn ourselves with green ribbons. This wasn't so bad, though, since we had been told that our colors scheme was to be black and blue. By the time we were Sophomores we had lost a little bit of our awkardness and had gained a fair knowledge of all the rules of conduct, mainly through experience. We lost Nellie, Doris, Chalmer, and Wava, but gained Raymond Kennedy, Viola Wiemer, and William Teegardln, V101a moved and continued her studies at Garrett, and Ray left the same year. Mrs.Shull was our sponsor. The next fall we all became Juniors. Doris came back this year but stayed only a few weeks. Of course, we remembervhis year primarily as the year in which the Spencerville nRed Raidersn won the Sectional tourney. However, a couple of events which took place during the year, m y be attributed specifically to our class. These were our class play, 'When the Bough Breaks,W and the Junior-Senior Banquet. Mrs. Paschen was our sponsor. The next year, our Senior year, found us without Ray and Ruth. The remaining thirteen of us bent our efforts toward initiating thirty-six Freshmen Cwe all aurvivedp, studying Qall through high school we gave a portion of our time to this purposej, preparing an annual, giving a play, and the ultimate aim of these four years--graduating. Mr. Paschen '88 DUI' BPOIISOPQ As we've said before, high school days whiz by and now each of us is ready to enter another phase of his life. 16

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CLASS OF 1948 PROPHECY After consulting Schiaparelli, a famous dress designer, to make sure that all of the women of today are properly dressed when they wear long skirts, similar to those their grandmothers wore many years ago, we find that they are. Not being convinced that the U.S. 1sn't going in the wrong direction in some respects, we consult Al Jolson, a man with many years experience in the world of music and find old songs are some of the hit tunes of the day. Having discovered this, the members of the class of '49 decided to go back to the so-called 'good old daysn and try traveling via horse and buggy. Our class had never traveled much, except to St. Joe, Garrett, and Hicksville. Nor had we had much exper- ience in the city so we decided to make our trip worth while in several ways and go to New York City. The caravan of fancy buggfes, the horses wi h decorated harness cause much excitement as we trave over the high ways and through the busy streets of the cities. Upon our arrival, we hunt a cozy little Inn because we are hungry. A large sign, having the letters M.J.R., attracts our attention. As we go inside we are blinded by the bright lights as well as,the bright colors. The ceiling of the unorowded dining room is green, the sidewall red, and the floor purple. The shiny brass table tops and orange seat covers, along with the pink lamp-shades, seem to blaze right out at us as we eat. We are met in the doorway by a gentleman dressed in a wine- colored suit. The man is courteous and anxious to help us. Loddng again we see the strangely dressed man is none other than Dale Gerig, head waiter at the Inn and as member of the class of '48, Dale tells us that Mary Jo Romine is the owner of the place. He then shows us into her office, where she and her bookkeeper, David Chapman, are going over the books. We wend our way into the kitchen where we see the head cook, Virginia Ulm. For old t1mes'sake she prepares a special meal for us. On the way back to our table. we notice another old friend, Lynn Lake now busily employed as the bartender. We are entertained while eating by Annise Bailey who is a dancer, attired in a blue dress. Patsy Draime is a blues singer, dressed in a long, slinky, black satin formal. After the entertainment we are attracted by a man dressed in overalls. He is Victor Timmerman, who has turned truck gardener, and he is applaudlng louder than anyone. All of a sudden we hear a scream, and a large crowd gathers about a young lady. Up rushes a policeman, or rather a policewoman, Phyllis Nusbaum, who keeps the crowd back. Someone has called a doctor who soon arrlves. We recognzze ner lnstantly as Phyllis Gregg, but she proves to be B V0t01'i1'19I'Yp not an ll.D. Luckily this made no difference because the patient was already dead. About this time an ambulance roars up the street and comes to a quick stop. Out jumps a young man in white, our old friend, Frank Laub. He finds he can do nothing for the girl, but he revives another girl who has fainted in the crowd. Imagine his and our surprisq for the last girl is Beth Cornell. Frank has to leave then, but invites us to stay in the city and see some of the sights. After all the excitement, we go back to the M.J.R. Inn and talk with Mary Jo. We ask her how she came to own an Inn in New York, and how she got so many of her classmates to work for her. She replies that she came to New York and had such good luck that she wrote all the class of '48 and most of them came to New York. Sunday morn we go to one of the large churches in the city, and we notice the minister, Bill Teegardin. His becoming a preacher BDDGKB us very much. After our slow trip to New York, we decide to purchase helicopters for the return journey. And guess who we find selling them? Everett Paschen. We enjoyed our stay in New York with our friends and have decided to return within a few years. BY CLASS OF '49 18