Springfield Township High School - Retina Yearbook (Chestnut Hill, PA)

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DUOZOEEI PATRICIA IEAN CLOSE VIRGINIA PATTERSON DRACE IOHN KELSEY MAUS MARIA SANTOSUSSO SARA MARIA STEELE 30

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N ATHANIEL WATKIN S fh'Nat77 408 BETHLEHEM PIKE CHESTNUT HILL Unpretentious, ianassraming, Nat will always be, His ready wit and clever poems the world will someday see. Varsity Football 3. 43 Basketball Manager 2. 3, 42 Tennis 33 Journalism 2, 3, 45 Photography Club 33 Harmony Club 4. ANN WELLER CARSON COLLEGE FLOURTOWN Her heart's in her work, her zest never dies, Shell be a success in whatever she tries. Interclass Hockey 1, 2, 3, 43 Interclass Basketball 23,145 Chorus 2, 45 Dancing Club 3, 45 Retina a . l ROBERT STUART WILMOT rfB0b1: 535 SPRING LANE CHESTNUT HILL Outstanding all around in sports was red haired, freckled Bob, A sunny face and freshened look like corn just off the cob. Track 1, 2, 3, 43 Basketball 2, 3, 4: Football 3 fManager9, 43 Interclass Softball 35 Student Coun- cll 1, 2, 3 4Vice-Presidentlg Class Secretary and Treasurer lg Class Vice-president 21 Dancing Club 3, 43 Stage Crew 1, 2, 3, 43 Retina Staff 4 fBusiness Managerl. ANNA ELIZABETH YOUNG Lizzie 5 CENTER AVENUE CONSHOHOCKEN R. D. NO. 2 Liz -will someday reach the top, For once she gets going, sheill never stop. Chorus 25 Drill Team 3, 43 Dancing Club 3: Photography Club 43 Interclass Hockey 1, 4. 29

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A HETEROGENEOUS HANDFUL OF HISTORY Looking back through four short years as only Seniors can We find that we are wishing it had been a longer span. Yes, wishing we could hear those bells and amble through those halls Relive again a chapter of our life that this recalls, The art of growing up and learning how to dance and act, The things that we as freshmen had so obviously lacked. It's ch so easy now to say, That wasn't I, I'm sure, Because your hair is straight and 'cause your eyesl have no allure. How well I see Ruth Laird and Kay with ribbons on each side And Ginny Drace with pigtails when she was a trifle wide. Roy Fulmer had his height in store and Rex his bristling beard, No signs of adolescence or of manlihood appeared. We were an average class we thought, quite so in many ways But fate witheld her knowledge which this story now portrays. Ninth grade was just a melting pot, a get together time To let the folks from Barren Hill meet those of Erdenheim. A few boy sprouts went out for sports, a few girls tried it too But freshmen haven't got a chance 'gainst all the Senior crew. Then Sophomores-one step up-our talents gradually displayed, It seemed like only seconds since, Aunt Polly, Ellen played. A rumbling roaring during classes interrupted thought As anxious faces rushed to windows, satisfied then caught. The walls of Springfield crumbled and a masterpiece of art Unfolded like a castle when the mists began to part. We watched each brick mosaiced and we saw the whole thing done. It was as if we'd launched the gym, the class of forty-one. The gym exhibit dedication found us on the floor Showing there Strength for thy task as written on the door. Again we beat them to it as the Junior prom arrived, Our boys and girls were its first hosts as everybody jived. Returning to the fall, when we found Junior tagged to us, A great surprise awaited which aroused our spirits thus, A band, we cried, a band we'll have, at last we've found a way, A new man too to shape it up, a Mr. Giersch they say. A district sign was on each door, a meeting held inside, A canvassing was under way, a cyclone township wide. Cooperation was the word describing this reply, An instrumented band was what resulted from the fry. Then basketball descended with its need for faultless Five 31