Tripoli High School - Echo Yearbook (Tripoli, WI)

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Darlene Ison Maureen Elliott Noble in thought and all her' I'11 1613 the WOP3-d 830 by deeds. Chorus ----- -------- 1, 2, 3 Transferred from Portage, PPOTY1 Attendant Wisconsin. Class Motto: Hwith The Light Of Today, we'l1 Explore The Path Of Tomorrown Class Flower: White Rose Class Colors: Lavender and Silver

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Melvin Hauta what he wants to get out of school most is himself. Art ' 1: 2: 31 ll- Glass Play ------------ 3, A Thomas Scheu A little rebellious now and then. C las s Play- -------- ----- - ll. Prom Attendant ------- ---- H Arthur Koskela The largest room in the world is the room for improvempnt. Art ------------------ 1, 2, 3 Band ----------------------- 1 Class Play ----------------- 3 Prom Attendant ------------- 3 i

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CLASS HISTCRY August, 1957--the beginning of the beginning! A group of nervous young boys and girls cautiously approached Tripoli High. All were so eager to join this higher class of society and yet were so apprehensive. would they like us? There was no need to worry, they welcomed us with smiles and were glad we were with them, although doubts did cross our minds during initiation. After the initiation we gave a return dance, and then settled downih study. August, 1958--we were sophomores. The only event to break the long year for us was the beating of the freshmen with poles and whips. 1959--1960--a wonderful year. We began by treating the public to our acting ability, though Wtreatlngn may not be the word. At least we tried hard, and it was a lot of fun. Oh--you want to know the names of the plays? They were: nSubmerged,n nHouse of Greed,n and nRuffles and Roller Skates.N Then came our prom--the biggest event of our junior year. After much thought we decided the theme would be about the sea. We called it nLa Mer,u the sea. We decorated the walls with mermaids and starfish. THB stage, being the center of attraction, held the biggest mermaid. She was sitting in a ten-foot shell. The most wonderful thing about the prom was the response from the people. We had a foot of snow on the ground, a blizzard going strong, but--they came, they came till the gym was packed. We knew then that we had the nicest com unity in the world backing us. The post prom followed the next week: there was another big turnout and a hgppy junior class. Yes, now we knew for sure that every- one liked us. August, 1960--the beginning of the end! Our senior year! We were toprbrass now. We felt it our duty to entertain, so we gave a play, nThe Curly Tale.n It was about a western family visiting New York. Producing'was a lot of fun, and thanks to Mrs. Watson, a success. We are planning a trip to Washington D.C. in May. The money for it was earned through candy sales, plays, dances, and a number of other extra-curricular activities. Now we are waiting, waiting with the same feelings we had four years ago--waiting with an eagerness to see the world, to work, to go on to school. On May 19, we will no longer wait--we will do--for this is graduation night--the end of four happy years and the beginning of many more' CLASS WILL We, the class of 1961, being of sound mind and memory, realize that we are about to depart from this school life, and do hereby wish to declare this to be our last will and testament. I, Kathleen Crowell, will the fun I've had in high school to my brother Pat and my respect to Mrs. Watson for putting up with the senior boys. I, Maureen Elliott, will my ntermn at Tripoli to anyone who can stand a fifth year and my little old desk to Sharon Shore. I, Sharon Grover, will my four years at Tripoli to anyone interested in school, my social problems book to David Ernst, and my affection to some- one special I, Melvin Hauta, will my Ford to Mike Mesun, my seat to future seniors, and my gas charge account to Greg Powers.