Upper Dublin High School - Mundockian Yearbook (Fort Washington, PA)

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Nurse MRS. HUGHES BUS DRIVERS J. Bender, S. Brack- enridge, E. Graham L. Field, W. Engle, and D. Roberts. JANITORS E. Roberts, A. Jones, C. Donaf, a n d A. Thomas, Supl. of building.

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If : 2 If The place-Upper Dublin High School. The scene is set, The curtain rises, and there we are! Seventy-seven little wheels, ready to set the world on fire. Act I . . . Our Junior High Days Scene I We were finally getting to see what a new school looked like from The inside. How proud we were, as we announced to anyone who would listen: l'm in High School! We found ourselves getting lost in The shuffle from one class to another, and twenty minutes later, offering feeble excuses to whatever Teacher we hap- pened to have. They were tolerant, for They too were getting lost! The boys, who formerly knew girls as Things that can't run very fast, were discovernig that They were O. K., after all. This new-found fact came in rather handy, about this Time we had our first dance. This really convinced us that we were an indispens- able part of a high school. Scene II Up another notch! We were no longer The lowly group, but Eighth Graders. Best of all, we knew our way around! It was quite a Thrill to direct The new Seventh Grade. We also had our big trip to Harrisburg, and to Hershey Park. The snow storm that year convinced even the most sophisticated eighth grader that she was not above The lowly art of making a snowball. Scene III Were we disappointed to find that we were not big wheels, but iust The Freshman Class in a newly built high school. It didn'T Take us long to overcome any feelings of inferiority that we may have had, because This was The year we went to New York. It was the first time some of us had ever seen another state. The gym was open for our use, and we got our first glimpse of a basketball. We also ventured to produce a play, called Spooks and Spasms. In spite of broken lamps and sick cast members, we made a sizeable profit, which inflated both our treasury and our ego. This year also brought us to the realization of how much fun growing up can be. Act II . . . Our Senior High Days Scene I September brought us back as members of a Senior High. Our ranks were a little depleted, but we were still full of determination. Mr. Starner's departure no doubt caused many broken hearts among the girls, but the rapid succession of social studies teachers diverted our attention. This was the year we launched our first competitive teams, and they made a very commendable showing. For the first time, we were learning The real meaning of school spirit. It was probably some of this spirit which caused us to catch snow fever the day the water pipes froze. About 35 a.w.o.l. victims received a three-day vacation. Needless to say, it wasn't repeated. In May, the Juniors gave their initial Prom. How pretty the girls looked, in their first evening gowns, and the boys, uncomfortable, but fully aware of how handsome they were in their Tuxedos. Scene II Then we were Juniors! Everything seemed to be improving-our teams were showing a marked rise, and our class rings came in January. The next few weeks found us continually staring at them. Our glamorous new rings gave us an idea- why not have a ring dance? Thus was the birth of a tradition. We worked dili- gently on our first Senior Prom. The theme was Rendezvous de Paris, and it found us collecting all sorts of strange things like waxed wine bottles, checkered tablecloths, poodles, and of all things, an Eiffel Tower! Anyway, everything turned out marveilleux which, as any good frenchman knows, means wonderfull