Streator Township High School - Hardscrabble Yearbook (Streator, IL)

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R. MUELLER, for four long years, you put up us. We bet you were mighty sick of your job sometimes but you always kept that smile riding high and kept up our spirits with your corny jokes. Why did everyone like you so well? We guess because you liked everyone yourself. You were fair and you cooperated with the faculty and treated the students as equals. We liked your humor and that handsome physique which even you admit is out of this world. In fact We liked just about everything about you except those horrible neckties -- oooh ! And we won't forget you, Miss Mahoney, Miss Bash, Mrs. Dale, Mrs. Swanson, Mrs. Brix, Miss Harris, Miss Tkach and Mr. Snow, the associate sponsors of our class. You've Worked long hours to help us through high school. We can never truly repay any of you, but we do want to say thanks from the bot- tom of our hearts for all you've done for us. MR. MUELLER Senior Sponsor VW' L24

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School Days School Days

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5 0'Neil Turns Cannella Tutoky ne We are the ancient Senior class- Years here were one plus three. From Freshie green to Senior mean These walls our hopes did see. We freshmen met, the trap was set, And we were out to wing The high school doors had opened wide And closed, and held us in. Ilow frightened we, that we should be Among those things we ne'er had know: But as the days went quickly by We learned to love this school, our own. Our sophomore year came with its joys, Its heartbreaks and its tearsg We lived on cokes, we thrived on noise, We knew our way this year. The Seniors OFFICERS President ee,....,,eee e..V, W illiam O'Neil Vice President eeiee ,,.... P aul Cannella Secretary .. .eeee .....e W illiam Turns Treasurer ..,i... a .Robert Tutoky The dates, the games, the dances all Did work to make our lives complete, We studied well, but loved the bell That sent us from the school room seat. Now Upperclassmen we became- The honor made us proud, Ne'er hesitated: sophisticated Fitted every crowd. Class rings we bore, band letters wore, On varsity was our name, Our dream and theme-the Mardi Gras When finally Prom time came. Senior pictures, invitations, Caps and gowns, and parties gay, Class prophecy, dedications, Climax-graduation day! Years that seemed would last forever All too soon have passed away, But the memories they've left with us Will remain, let come what may. Mary Rohan