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

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Class History First Grade One sunny day in the fall of 1939 a group of apprehensive little boys and girls trudged bitterly into North Hall. These same boys and girls are no longer little, but the bitterness is still there. How they used to shudder going down the breezy old fire escape. This soon changed, for this was the year of the great migration to the new elementary building. The little waifs of that first grade class who are still with us are Joan Cassidy, Doug Goodsell, John Fenner, Jane Perry. Judy Pent , Barbara Hadden, Connie Sutton, Bob Holub, Charles Moone, Maralyn Savage, Warner Trautman, Jane Mur-rin, Eugene Weigel, David Spriggs. Bob Hadley, Jed McEntee, Frank Edwards, Bob Gates, Bob Lamb, Roy Miller. Gary Fulmer, Jack Cammarn. Norman Teach, Diane Kuse, Walter Hamilton, Virginia Beck. Bill Lick-lider. Bob Burden, Ivor Young, Nancy Love. Sally Vierck, Jim Lyle. Audrey Everson, Judy Allison. Anne Pryor, Emily Battin, Dudley Deimcl, Bill Cott. and Ann Joseph. Second Grade This year we were hardened veterans of school. It seemed like such a waste of time to come, since we already knew everything we had to know. John Fenner, after exasperating Miss Wurster to the end of her patience, resolved to do at least that well by Miss Whit-mer. In the second grade, we learned the value of a coalition as we united with the first graders in our bloody snowball fights against those huge, mean third graders. Third Grade Say. we were really making progress! In art we could draw nearly recognizable pictures, in arithmetic we could add up to three columns of figures incorrectly, and O, wonder of wonders! We were learning to write in script just like grownups. Maybe it was illegible, but much of it still is. Maralyn Savage left us this year, but she sent a lovely, illustrated letter to her classmates to help assuage their grief. Fourth Grade We were almost grown up now. The authorities had realized this and had brought us back to the big high school building. Boy-o-bov, did those little peasants over in the little building envy us. This year we became acquainted almost first hand with exams. Those lucky guys in high school got out and we had to sit in those stuffy old classrooms. Huh! Fifth Grade Didn't these teachers ever tire of giving us the same old stuff we had had for years? They must have, for this year we were introduced to a new form of torture: DECIMALS! Now we knew what it must be like in high school. Life was really tough. Not only did we have academic problems weighting our weary shoulders, but also we had to carry on a full scale war against those stink in old sixth graders who kept trying to chase us off the field opposite the tennis courts. Sixth Grade Those bells in the high school were ringing ever closer. Not long now we breathed eagerly, little idiots that we were. Dramatic art in America was set back several centuries when the play. The Clown of Doodle Doo, was presented, starring Joan Cassidy and Burton Gerber. We were awfully hard to manage this year (this year?) as we were almost highschoolers, and much too big to be bothered by the trivial dictates of mere elementary teachers. No doubt they breathed a sigh of relief when we left them. Seventh Grade Here we were at last. JUNIOR HIGH! And how we loved it. There was nothing to this stuff. Of course not having recess worked great hardships on us but changing classes more than made up for this. We also learned that music could be fun, when we met genial Mr. Riley. A great moan of sorrow ascended to the heavens when he announced his resignation. Along with the continuation of our usual curriculum, we wandered into the new fields of home economics and industrial arts. How we ever got through with no acute gastritis and no missing fingers is one of the wonders of the ages. Eighth Grade Would we never get to high school. ' So it seemed, although we were busy enough not to worry too much about it. Considering the ease of our courses, we must have been taking lessons in muscle building, judging from the piles of thick tomes we took home every night. Mrs. Brown became the pivot of our existence when she tried to drum into us some of the principles of elementary algebra. We were not so sure that we were going to like what lay ahead now. Ninth Grade Among the precincts of the freshmen, many ill concealed masculine snickers resounded as the fair sex donned lipstick for the first time in public. We became acquainted with the first lady of Senior Hall. Miss Randall, as she attempted to instill in us some respect for the English language. We wandered about spouting declensions of Latin nouns, conjugations of Spanish verbs, and idiomatic French expressions, no doubt driving our parents mad with our repeated iterations: In via est cisterna Paris est la capitate de la France , and quicn sabe, senorita? In Algebra. John Smart. Gary Fulmer, and a few others seemed to form a nucleus of unrest, much to the dismay of Mrs. Brown, who was trying to teach us about the extraction of the square root and the value of x. Connie Sutton was our track queen this year. In athletics. Hubie, Walt, and Doug earned their letters and started on their road to fame. Leading us through this year were Walt Hamilton, president; Frank Edwards, vice-president; Connie Sutton, secretary; and Jane Perry, treasurer. Continued on P,tge 116 Page Tu enty-nine