Thaddeus Stevens Junior High School - Yearbook (Williamsport, PA)

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STEVENS' RECALLS . . . Graduation rehearsal, and all we ninth graders are sitting in the auditorium awaiting directions. Our last ap- pearance must be in the finest Stevens' tradition. Graduation? Seems unbelievable that three years have passed since that exciting day when we trudged up Stevens' hill to become big kids. We were scared, excited, and un sure as we listened to Dr. Fredericks' instructions, but within a couple days' time we knew in which direction the cafeteria was, and that sometimes those paddles were really used. Yes, we have lots of memories to take along . . . our first pep meeting was fabulous, and we all went to sleep that night visualizing ourselves as vivacious cheerleaders, drum majorettes, Blue and Gray band members, or heroic football players, Then came the activities . . . Y-Teens with its zany initiation, chorus and band for the musical, library for the literary, art for the creative, cheering and majorettes for the agile, and sports for the athletic. Our first Friday night dance at the Y was a little disappointing when we were shoved upstairs into that tiny room. A Christmas Carol , our holiday operetta, put a few seventh graders in the spotlight and was the highlight of the season. .Some of us fell for the fads . . . Beatle haircuts, short hemlines, teased hair, and that thing called the Freddie , Oh, yes, midyears and finals, and then it was June. After riot enough swimming and fun we returned to Stevens as wise eighth graders to be greeted by our new principal, William K. Miller, who immediately won our admiration and respect. We laughed at the confused, little seventh graders. How young! Big changes that year . . . Student council . . . double cafeteria lines . . . new IBM report cards . . . visual aid club members tinkering with numerous gadgets . . . groovy cheering uniforms . . . the return of The Stevens . . . Lawn crews, Air. Nliller's chosen few . . . door decorating contest . . . and of course, our exciting eighth grade party when we all wore our best wranglers. Oh yes, Batman was the T.V. hero . . . hemlines grew shorter! I I . . . Nancy Sinatra and her boots made for walking was our favorite . . . long hair for both boys and girls and absolutely no curls-and droopy bangs. Ninth graders at last . . . the V I P's of Stevens! School spirit was high, some times even higher than our football scores, but we never quit. Who could forget that final game with Curtin, and the tied score? Again many innovations . . . a new trophy case in the front hall, a band front to carry our colorful new flags, those two and a half days of torturous Iowa tests with all of us crowded in the gym, and the day we took the bus to hear the wonderful Baltimore Symphony. We behaved perfectly, because --- well, you know why! Fads continued . . . Night Train was a must and we listened faithfully, pierced ears was a new status symbol, everyone did the Philly Dog and the Skate g some of us became daring and bleached our hair, hemlines crept up higher!! Then who could forget the ninth grade party? It was a night to be cherished forever . . . Yes, tomorrow night will be the real thing . . . Graduation . . . We will leave Stevens forever, but even after we move on to the Cherry and White, we will always carry a little Blue and Gray in our hearts. Mary Bennett Stockwell 31