Triadelphia High School - Triadelphian Yearbook (Wheeling, WV)

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Mid Scenes We Love So Well At Long Last We Are Seniors Sometimes when the strains of The Red and Black come stealing into your memory, your mind will turn back to that last happy year at Triadelphia -the year you were the last word, the ideal of every freshman, and the envy of every sophomore and junior. Yours at last was that long awaited thrill -the thrill of being a senior. This was the year when you put behind you your childhood dreams and came forth into the world of reality. Our Class ls Touched by War Foremost in your memory of l944-l945 are the hen parties, the lonely Saturday nights and the all-girl dancing. For your class was marked by the war, and every week senior boys turned from class rooms to battlefields, from rulers and pencils to guns and planes. The service flag in the hall had more gold stars, and boys in uniform, with decorations and service stripes, returned to visit the students and teachers. You wrote letters, bought stamps, and worked for the Junior Red Cross. We Have Our Facls and Fancies Other things crowd into your mind-little things to outsiders but all- important to you. The frantic time when your representative to Warwood came down with the mumps at the last minute. The few weeks when the otherwise grown up seniors paraded the halls with yo-yo's dangling from their fingers. The strange atmosphere around the school when the students responded wholeheartedly to the courtesy campaign. The reindeer sweaters, the cake walks, the senior assembly, and your pride in your class gift. We Wear the Cap and Gown You remember baby day rattles and lollipops, reading Macbeth , being fitted for cap and gown, the club initiations, and how you hoped and prayed for that special V-Day assembly. And you remember that last gathering- your graduation, with your parents and friends looking on so proudly as you received that diploma which represented your four years at Triadelphia. Back through the years your memory lingers and your heart fills with pride for the class of '44-'45, the senior class, your class. 6

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4 'N vw Miss Mary A. Hervey

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Senior officers strive for success Monitors guard glimmering halls Assembly hears harp music Crowds cram the stairs Gleaming lights herald Christmas Chem lab spells fumes and fascination