Syracuse High School - Echo Yearbook (Syracuse, IN)

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 Long, long ago. 13 Budding Bugologists

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The class of 1953 entered the seventh grade with 39 students on August 29, 1947. The building was new to us and at first the classrooms were difficult to find. We entered the eighth grade with 32 members August 30, 1948. This was our last year in Junior High and a few of our members dropped out before the yearwas ended. General Science and Civics were our biggest worries that year. In 1949 we entered High School with 32 members on September 2. We sat in the big study hall and wondered at the senior's confidence and poise. We also dissected frogs in Mr. Garner's class that year. On September 1, 1950 we started our sophomore year with 30 members. We had lost two members during the summer, Thelma Coquillard, and Barbara Searfoss. By that year our trips to the Dunes State Park had become quite familiar. Another important year in the history of our class was 1951. We enrolled with 26 juniors on August 31. We had lost Patricia Jones, Mable Rarig, Robert Bell and Tom Gladieux. This year we had charge of concessions and produced our first class play. In the spring the high light was the junior-senior recep- tion. We entered our senior year with 24 members, having lost John Morris, Max Hunnicutt, Leroy Byrd and Patricia Mellot. We gainedDave Longenecker, Arlen Scarbeary and Shirley Brown. Fourteen members of the class went to Syracuse school all twelve years. They are: Jane Bachman, DonnaMcSweeney, Sandra Schleeter, Patricia Kitson, Shirley Sharp, John Connolly, Patrick Fin- ton, Tom Kroh, Arthur Mabie, Philip Meek, Douglas Mock, Danny O'Haver, Marvin Shock and Carl Wilkinson. Our most memorable experience this year was our trip to Washington, D. C. and New York City. Our class flower is the red carnation. The class colors are navy blue and white, and the motto is: Within ourselves our future lies .

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'P%ofi6ec f It was a beautiful spring day, May 15, 1962, when our small party boarded a private deluxe passenger airliner. Since we all had the day off, we had de- cided to travel around together to see some of our old schoolmates. Our plane was headed for the Great Lakes area so we decided to stop at the naval base. Arriving at the base we proceeded to admire the ships. It seems it was house cleaning day, as there were a lot of swabees scrubbing the decks. As we walked closer we noticed something very peculiar. One of the swabees was scrubbing the deck with a toothbrush. Eager to find out what this was all about, we went on deck to ask the sailor. Well, surprise! It was Danny O'Haver. When questioned about the toothbrush business he replied that it was his punishment for being A.W.O.L. While talking over old times, Danny informed us that Keith Herbison was the cook on the ship. That explained why all the men were so skinny. We keep telling Keith that since garbage is so cheap it seems as if we could at least have bigger helpings, kidded Danny. With that remark came a big roar of laughter, but it was cut short by a loud blast from the engine room. Rushing down to see what had happened we found everything in a turmoil. Somebody had struck a match in spite of the no smbking sign. Now who could have done that? Lying on the floor was the an- swer; John Connolly covered from head to toe with soot, and out cold. The Ambulance was there in no time, and no wonder the driver was Douglas Mock. On arriving at the Naval Hospital Johnny was assigned two private nurses. Who should they be but Donna pepsi McSweeney and Shirley poodle Sharp, were busy and we didn't want to detain them so we went on our way. Being informed that Patty Kitson, (who was now the wife of a wealthy sur- veyor) owned a beauty salon in town, we decided to go there. Upon arriving at the salon, we were surprised to see Shirley Brown as Patty's assistnat. While we were sitting under the dryers who should walk out of the steam bath room but our old friend Joan Ringler. Joan told us that Lois Harsh had married a rich jockey from Kentucky. When we had finished our conversation with the girls we started on our way. On the street we saw two men in hunting outfits carrying guns on their shoulders. As they came closer we recognized them as Tom Kroh and Dave Longenecker. We asked them where they were going. Dave said they were going to Canada hoping to find two beautiful dears. Soon we left them and continued down the street. We came to a large de- partment store and thought it would be fun to explore it. Inside we learned that Sandra Schleeter owned it. As we talked to Sandra we learned that Jane Bachman was her dress designer, but since she was in conference we weren't able to talk to her. 14