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

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So Swan and Ham and Wilmot proved that they were quite alive. A leap year dance found Ick and Morley strutting in the mood, Marie and John seen everywhere, a spring like attitude. A summer passed, September came, a difference from us sprung. The girls were not so silly nor the boys so Very young. We had grown up, matured a bit, begun our Senior year, A rugged class, outstanding in most everything it'd steer. The pigskin started flying up and down the football field As Rex and Gally set their jaws, to no one will we yield. From there you know the story-how Joe Swan stacked up the score, How the band and student body were supporting with a roar, Defeat of Ambler's Trojans-then the bonfire and parade, The golden football trophy now in memory displayed, The victory dance that followed with blonde Patty Talman, Queen, Plus Keyser's faithful posters, then our Christmas caroling. Too, Jakey's stickwork dazzled and Pauline's good eye amazed, But most of all that Hamilton boy had everybody dazed. The Friday night hair raisers with the dances afterwards, The gatherings at Port's for cokes and toasted hot hamburgs. Another year came strutting by which we all saw come in And then somebody thought evaluation should begin. The school and grounds were looked at, all the desks and students, We felt at its completion, like the monkeysl in the zoo. The days shot whizzing by' and soon the month of March appeared And brought June Mad upon the stage which everybody cheered. No one will e'er forget John Fitz' as true cosmopolite Nor Sally's bratty tactlessness, nor Penny's urge to write. The gym exhibit next in line stepped forward true to form When Betty Walsh and! Lab once more did mightily perform. The prom rolled in, we congoed to a rhythmic Latin air, We spent a weekend looking at the White House and its lair. Quite serious we all are now in tying up loose ends, In Finishing our work on which our cap and gown depends, In getting ready honor talks and classnight lunacies, Just realizing high school figures now in memories. Then thinking how the Council worked with us for what was right How John Maus and Ick Kahoe instigated student might. How our whole crowd of seventy-two has made a splendid class Which ought to be remembered. Why? You shouldn't have to ask, A lot of things have happened to the world since we came here. The other side got in a fight and peace seems nowhere nearg America has shown her hand, her men, compelled to train. Defense is running everything with F. D. R.'s third brain. Tradition has been broken, Wendell Wilkie's on the run, 32 too

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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

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Phil Groggins won his Roosevelt bets, returned to Washington. Tradition broke again as Springfield got up off the floor And grabbed herself a championship-'twas never done before. Yes, looking back through four short years as only Seniors can We find that we are wishing it an everlasting span. But when it's said that nothing new there is beneath the sun, These people seem to have forgot the class of forty-one. 2-5 In Memoriam DORIS LEAPSON The members of the Senior Class wish to pay loving tribute to our classmate who left us in her Junior year. 33