Tolleston High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Gary, IN)

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. . . GRADLIATIO Christine Aragon and Ron Keneson, Joe Christy and Betty Richmond, and Jack Richey and Sharon Padol seem to be enjoying themselves at the Prom. ln the spring, a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love-and the annual Junior- Senior Prorn. Excitement mounts as the long-awaited day approaches. Last-minute invitations are accepted, last-minute shopping is completed. The night falls cool and fresh as tuxedoed Tolleston boys and their dates stroll into Mar- quette Park Pavilipn, overlooking the lagoon. Soft music fills the night air, enchanting is the time. Every girl feels a Cinderella, her escort-a prince. lt seems like only yesterday we were starting school, now here we are graduating. , .W 1 i ' 5 . f 1 , ff f 4 , if ' 7 257 .. V, E 2 Z r ., '-7 .1 'X ' , ,,,, . ., , f i .... 7 zzfw wq mi, , Q-www' 4 m f wfm.W.: .,'v 5' -'M .f--1 , , , ' ff ' f iz I ,,QgvL,,f fLVf,.yf?ig!fZ.' NZ 2 , ,f'f'fr'f'-L25 Q ff af ' ' -it fl -gf f A . f af 7f W f , ,Q ' ff f , r l . vf.. fi

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A TIME FOR ll:AKn . . . Tl-te se a,' rtiG'S are F1011 alumni' A TIME FOR TEARS . . From deafening furor to muted silence the great auditorium finally settles. With up-raised hands and ready baton Mr. Bielslqi warns the kettles. He gives the beat for those drums to follow while we upstairs wait-so faint and hollow. One, two, three-and it's time to go! Oh, no, not yet-not yet. But march we must in rigid step to the loud, firm tempo set. Each step brings a memory so clear of each and every fun-filled year. When we were young and carefree and gay, and the cold, cold world seemed so far away. The visions vanish as we come aware of the plateau-like stage at the head of the stair. The Chrysanthemum odor so strong and sweet gives courage for the things that we must meet. You'll Never Walls Alone' were sing- ing now, Oh, tears, clon't come -not now, not now. A warm handshake, diploma now in hand Congratulations S e rt i o r, yOU've ieaghecl The Promised Land. And then a voice like the crack of doom penetrates the spellbound room . . . Class of 7958, you are now grad- uatedf' And the tears flow freely down your cheek while your knees feel rubbery and weak, Friends crowd together, each happily crying though in their hearts a little some- thing is slowly dying. Good-by, good friends, but then some- where, sometime, we'll meet again. 4 T oii i c niil t ffitli it llii- Grand March. ' LORETTA KOSTKA

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