St Paul High School - Paulite Yearbook (Grosse Pointe Farms, MI)

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H.S. casts new reflections on ideals Abraham, Martin and John . . . Didnit they try to find some good for you and me? Stimulated by this personal question and drawing meaning from modernistic collages on the stage, each student felt a personal emotion and identification in this year's N.H.S. induction ceremony. As the flurry of induction dies down, members undertake traditional duties. Any observer in the hall will find the bookmobile well stocked with literature and a willing N.H.S. member heading the selling project. A student floundering in the sea of congruent triangles and French verbs with thirteen endings is thrown a lifesaver - an N.H.S. tutor. There are also the moments when members of the N.H.S. step out of the world of Latin books and loose leafs and relax with the poetry of Rod McKuen, the music of Handel's Messiah, or The Lion in Winter. Each phase of life and cultural aspect of his existence motivates the N.H.S. member, enriches his knowledge, and draws him to experience all he can with ambition and interest. sw 47

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? ABOVE: An additional N.H.S. duty, the study group program requires careful scheduling hy Libby Kilbourn, Anna Wiringer, and Kathi Sheridan. ABOVE RIGHT: Receiving the N.H.S. cord, Mary Mar- garet Tenbusch reflects the pride of finally making the grade. FAR RIGHT: t'Was I embarrassed! My mind went com- pletely blank just before my speechf' N.H.S. vice-presi- dent Jan Gilbert relates one of her minor induction hang- ups to secretary Sue DePonio, president Jim Webb, and treasurer Sue Sendelbach. RIGHT: Didn't you love the things they stood for . . . Abraham, Martin, and John. John Duker addresses the student body at the N.H.S. induction. 46

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'Pauhte Cham gangers eke out 'soul' of '69 TIME: Any unreasonable hour. PLACE: Yearbook room housing mascot oddities, an inspirational poster of Sammy Davis, Jr., and a chain gang of frazzled staffers. LAYOUT FANATIC: I quit! These pictures don't fit . . . and I don't know Where to put this cutline and . . . COPY NUT: You can't quit - slaves can only be sold! Will you please make the copy blocks smaller? My mind is completely blown. I can't think of any more ideas! HARASSED EDITOR: I imagine that when all the past editors of the Paulite discover our new, improved cover design and headline type, they'll hang us in effigy for our unconventional efforts. AD MANAGER: Cheer up, edit! I casually J Our budget is beautiful. All those five dollar patrons and our 360-1- Send 'em to New York ads campaign did the trick. LAYOUT FANATIC: We're all headed for total nerv- ous breakdowns! Do you realize that twelve layouts have to be completely finished by tomorrow?! Pass the aspirin. HARASSED EDITOR: I know that this may sound ironic, but somehow, I believe that the '69 Paulite promises to be fabulous. In any case, chain gangers, the end of all this is only 800 work hours away.