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

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CLASS HISTORY First Grade Well, here we were. We didn't much like the idea of getting up at 8 o'clock to go to school, but an adventure like this called for the utmost in sacrifices. Out of that first group of pilgrims who unknowingly sold themselves into twelve long years of slavery, only twenty-eight will be present at the emancipation ceremonies lgraduation, to youl. They are Mary Margaret Wolfley, Diann Auld, Sue Gingher, Dave Axene, Sue Skinner, Nancy Redman, Howard Lape, Arnold Lande, Anne Powell, Katherine Montgomery, Natalie Grth, Sonya Bloser, Virginia Perry, Sam Licklider, Ann lrion, Sarah Knell, Ed Fidler, Bill Gosnell, Herb Brown, lohn Fickes, loan Hullfish, Carolyn Davies, Glenna Pryor, Anne Beinhart, Freda Magee, Dick Tice, Bill Keeley, and Marianne Merriman. Second Grade We'd lived through a year of it, only eleven more to go, and were we educated! There wasn't anything we couldn't read tunless they covered up the picturel, and as for mathematics, practically everybody could add two and two and not get four. We all paraded over in a body to offer our signatures to the corner stone of the little school. Some of the more backward of us hadn't learned to write yetg so if anything should happen to the building, the culture cf the future will be enriched by a most extensive collection of x's of all sizes and shapes. Third Grade These intermediate years were pretty well con- fused. They all ran together and failed to leave any definite memories in our young minds. We were making progress all through these tender years, but it was not measured in terms of mere knowl- edge-we felt that we had somehow matured. This was the year that we moved over to the little building. Already we had developed that anything to miss a little school complex. Fourth Grade This readin', writin' and 'rithmatical stuff was getting monotonous. There was no use in going to school any longer. There couldn't be anything we didn't already know. We were becoming musically inclined during these years. Every child had a triangle, drum or cymbal among his stand- ard equipment, and some of the more ambitious ventured off on the piano or violin. Fifth Grade There are only two things we remembered about this year: Miss Syrnons and our experiences in drama. We had been dabbling in this art during the previous years, but this year every time we took up a new subject we quavered in fear of the day we'd have to defend ourselves behind the footlights. The only other thing of importance that occurred that year was our feud with the sixth grade for the use of the field opposite the tennis courts. Sixth Grade Now we'd come to the other half of Arlington's Mutt and jeff teaching combination. We all had to get used to looking up at Mrs. Workman. By the time we were through the sixth grade, we were willing to swear that she wasn't misnamed. This was the year jimmy Buck and Dick Tice organized ball tag teams, and lim became a char- ter member cf the Arlington branch of the Flagpole Sitters of America. Seventh Grade High school at lastl Well, almost high school. After all, we had periods just like the high school students. We changed classes just as they did. What if the teachers did come to us? We were down by the biology and physics labs, and even if we did have to wait another six years, that meant something. There was only one thing we were sure of: we had more and better romances than the highschoolers could ever have. This was the year we started industrial arts, and aside from sticking an occasional finger in the buzz saw, we survived rather well. The girls in their home ec. course weren't so fortunate. The damage was done internally where it was harder to treat. Eighth Grade The eighth grade was practically a continuation of the seventh grade except for one big differ- ence: it was a year closer to high school. just to emphasize our proximity to high school, the school officials decided that we were old enough to go to the teachers without getting lost. We made it, but four minutes didn't give us much time. The boys started to play football with vengeance, and the girls confirmed something they had previously only suspected: the male of the species is mys- teriously affected by bright plumage. Ninth Grade We'd finally arrived, but we were puzzled at the apparent lack of excitement of which we'd been told by the upper classmen. We forgave themg they probably didn't realize that this was the greatest event of our lives-well, one of the greatest. We faced the future with the subcon- scious desire of every freshman class: we would be the best class ever to graduate from Ye Olde Upper Arlington. Dick Tice was awarded a letter for his endeavors in football. To this he added three more letters and the captaincy this year. Bobby Hager performed a similar feat in baseball, and, in the meantime, Dave Axene, this year's captain, was learning his way around a basketball court. We started carrying home our little red Latin books and praising the Lord that we were too young for chemistry and physics. Our first class officers were Dick Tice, Dave Axene, Diann Auld and Bill Merkle. Continued on Page ll7l Page Twenty-revefz