Upper Arlington High School - Norwester Yearbook (Upper Arlington, OH)

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Clan, ' usyrzapsis of the Pr-seeding ln.vtallmcnts One September morn in l933, we were rudely awakened at the un- heard-of hour of eight o'clock, and our unresisting little bodies were dragged by our loving mothers to a long wooden building that looked like a barracks. ln fact, it was originally a barracks, but it served us quite well as the center of our early erudition. Well, sir, we looked about and were positively amazed to see the great number of other kiddies milling around us. Over a fourth of the graduating class of '45 were present on that fateful day. They were Ted Binder, jean Bonner, George Brush, Walter Burdorf, Nancy Lou Dawson, Bob Defenbaugh. George Eckelberry, Eloise Edwards, Phil Folk, Ned Green, Virginia Grinstead, Frank Halley, Helen Harder, Warren Howard, jody Meuser, jo Moore, Shirley Munsell, jeretta Murphy, Don Overbeck, Esther Pace, Dave Pollard, Elena Price, Marjorie Reese, George Risley, jack Sampson, john Selby, Virginia Tripp, Lois Sherman, and Tom Seibert. We had a fling at musical careers as members of the No-Name Band , an exclusive organization of the first grade. That was the same year in which we were needle-bait for those powerful diphtheria shots. Most of our class-time was spent either in the waste basket or in anxious waiting for the recess bell. ln the fourth grade, we presented that rousing and unforgettable musical lcomedyll , The Land of Dreams Come True . lt was the first theatrical experience for most of the cast, and were they scared! And what on-looker will evgr forget judy Tucker's inimitable rendition of Pegasus, the Winged Horse . All the little boys went out in a big way for touch-football , and the little gals vied with each other to see who wore the biggest hair-bows. And the time Ned was on the receiving end of a hurled eraser and chalk? Our two years in junior high flashed by in no time at all. We were just beginning to see the light and were more often in mixed company . Play- ing Midnight at those gay parties was all the rage. During the fall, you could almost always find the boys playing football in Miller's Park. The future i945 team showed great promise, even then. As we plunged headlong into our first bewildering year of high school, we were both confused by all the new things we were learning left and right, and floored by the thought of all we had yet to learn. The girls commenced wearing saddle shoes and baggy sweaters, while the boys began to try out for the various athletic teams. As a group, we doggedly attended all athletic events, and moved with alacrity when spoken to by upperclassmen. That Senior Year seemed ages away-then! The big fad of our freshman year was apparent every Friday, when almost every gal sported one of those CSG shirts. Our class officers were Bill Khourie, president, Sybil Starkey, vice- presidentg jackie Fullen, secretary, and john Gerlach, treasurer. Gaining more confidence every day, we gaily bounced on to the next step toward ultimate release lknown as graduation l. The boys had be- come adept at dodging the monitors, and the girls now wore their sweaters bigger 'n' baggier than ever. Our time was divided between geometry propo- sitions and Latin verbs. The officers who guided us through those trying sophomore days were Steve Baldwin, presidentg jim Ebright, vice-president, jackie Fullen, secretaryg and john Gerlach, treasurer. Ahal we shouted. Only another year now! To the strains of these jubilant cries, we took our place as juniors in the halls of U. A. H. S. Who will ever forget junior English, with ye olde Macbeth, that fercious struggle between Beowulf and Grendel, and Miss Mann's dramatic rendition of The Highwaymann? Another class which proved quite interesting was Chemistry, where we squirted water at each other, while Homer , who was more industrious, nearly gassed himself with some Cl he accidentally Page Tfwcnty-one