Wellington High School - Duke / Hi Times Yearbook (Wellington, OH)

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Class Poem By Donald Miller il! The time at length has come when we Must leave our high school class, And from its sheltered rank and file, Into the world must pass. Each one his way must tread alone, His own great goal to gain, To climb the heights, to reach the peak, And his success obtain. Behind us lie the memories, Before us lies the world, Which we must fight to make our mark, With battle flag unfurled. We'1l find new friends, new tasks, new joysg But we'll not forget the old, As we walk along the narrow path, To find our pot of gold. No one knows what lies before us, As we tread the path of life, Q Or who will end up near the top, In this ne'er ceasing strife. Now many eyes are filled with tears, As we pass through the open gate And bid our friends a sad Good-bye From The Class of '383' Q

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Class Song N-B5 Composer of Music-Naomi Norris Composer of Words-Nettie Naegele Oh, Wellington High, we're saying good-bye To our classmates of thirty-eight, Whose friendship will last when long years No matter what be our fate. Then let's give a cheer for the teachers so g d Who have helped us when others have failed. They've given us aid to help us up grade, As through life's stormy sea we've sailed. Oh, Wellington High, we must say good-bye To the school we have loved always. Down through the years, oft dimmed by our We'll come back to our high school days. are past ear, tears,

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Class History By Louise Obrig iii Many, many years ago, some of our mothers brought us ducklings- Jeanne Arnold, Howard Arnold, Warren Church, Doris Dangler, Josephine Eibner, LaVaughn Kepler, Dick MacDermott, Naomi Norris, Elfy Olsen, Earnest Oney, Pauline Powell, and Louise Obrig-to the Pond of Know- ledge, otherwise known as Wellington Public School. At this time we were left in charge of the kindergarten teacher, Miss Bartlett, who kept us under her protecting wing until we became fairly well trained. After we had played at the water's edge for a year, we were permit- ted to dampen our feet in the waters of the Three R's River. While play- ing one day, we were startled by a splash made by Donald Miller, LeRoy Adams, and Harry Stearns, who had decided to come to help us play. We discovered the fourth grade while exploring a small creek that emptied into the Pond of Knowledge. During this year we saw the Battle of the Century between the two Arnolds, Jeanne and Pat. Pat emerged from this fight with a bloody nose. From the dust of this clash came forth Floyd Olsen, who was acting as referee. Under the careful supervision of Mrs. Kiplinger, we constructed a large salt map. As a diversion from our class duties, we enjoyed several hikes to Wagner's Grove. At this time Thorne Cassell entered the flock. Nineteen-thirty-two marked the return of that wandering duck, Don Miller, after a year of fishing in the wilds of Michigan. Elfy Olsen became as thick as the feathers on my back with Margaret Schach, who had come to test her skill at learning. Our entrance to Junior High marked a great event in our lives, for we were allowed for the first time, to find our own meals. Among the many things we discovered while hunting, were two lost ducklings, June Stark and James Eastin, who have remained in our group ever since. In this grade we were given the privilege of voting for class officers, who were as follows: LeRoy Adams, presidentg Warren Church, vice-presidentg Naomi Norris, secretary and treasurer.