Wellington High School - Megaphone Yearbook (Wellington, KS)

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,.. JUNIOR OFFICERS Bob Renn ,..... President Mary Margaret Felt . . . . . . . Vice-President Virginia Baker . . . Secretary Bob Stewart .... Treasurer gem-Y E Qur livey luniors And the seniors, swaying gently After dinner, murmur faintly, We look toward you, friendly juniors You've done us very proud. ANG! Theyfre off! Crowding close to the sen- iors in the '40 Crusader sweepstakes, the Juniors raced through the first six weeks pausing only to elect Bob Renn president, Mary Margaret Felt, vice-president, Virginia Baker secretary, and Bob Stewart treasurer. After taking the first hurdle in the form of six- weeks' examinations, they cast a shoe in the form of a '41 class ring, which many needed to continue the race. Running neck and neck they' rounded the se- mester exams, where some were left far behind. Down the turf they sped. each facing literature and American government hazards with the deter- mination to keep in the money. Coming into the second lap, the racers, urged on by head sponsor Lynn Randels, Misses Ruth Payne and Margaret Coleman, and Mrs. Ruth Merryman, began chanting get your tickets here for the Junior Jive. Bets- were placed at the penny throw, chances were taken at the bingo booth, and predications for bright futures were made by Madam Jive. Racing around the corner to the J'ive Inn time out was taken for the pause that refreshes, then on to the beauty salon in hopes of facial improvement. With 18- dimples, mustaches, false eyebrows, and red noses the next stop was the Phantom Inn, where the Juniors forced all color from faces that gazed on live mummies and skulls. Ah! The climax for which all spectators paid to witness-Queen Helen Miller and Chancellor Bob Renn in the lead with Marceil Peterson, Barbara Reed, Maxine LeForce, Jack How- all, Bob Stewart, Raymond Rusk close seconds. EAR the end of the race, April 26, the Jun- iors called time out again and led the sen- iors way down south to green pastures to graze and prance at the Junior-Senior banquet. Having consumed Virginia baked ham, yams, and mint juleps, they strolled under the languid Southern moon to the prom. Like a scene from Gone With the Wind the ballroom was filled with swaying hoop skirts and gentlemen equalling the gallants of the Old South. The Juniors having used so much energy to make this an outstanding event gasped as they galloped into the home stretch scaling the final exams a few paces behind the Seniors who broke the tape. Now they will look forward with heads held high to a race which they will win-The '41 Fweep- stakes.

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My, Prof. Willey, grow up! Oh, those sophomores! Explanation-It's Keith's birthday. Theres that something about auniform Du-ck, Joe -- Geiger too. Pals-Judy, Jay - Junior, Dotty. Is Ceily looking at Mac? Can you use them, Dixie? We hung Hutch and scalped those Indians. See if you can find them- Murphys, Mitchells, Oylers, Whites, Holfelders, and Mclntires. Now try these, Bob, Verna, Dale, Neil, Harry, Irene, Jerry, Teds, and Charlie.

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AFE AGROUND after their eleventh annual flight this squadron of Jivey Juniors is awaiting their highest award, their senior wings. Completing the ground course of six years, the fledg- lings were eager to get the feel of the air in junior high. After soloing into senior high the cadets have made three-point landings. E, WHO are graduating, leave next year's flight to you, and challenge you to make it as eventful and Worthwhile as We, the seniors of 1940, have done! You as seniors, must assume the responsibility of flying Wellington High's plane on its charted course, and none who pilot dare falter! -19-