Wheatfield High School - Arcus Yearbook (Wheatfield, IN)

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1456 JOHN CLARK BOB DYBCIO BOBBY GARLING MARLENE HARRINGTON WILLY HENDRIX BETTY HERSHMAN JENNIE HETRICK BETTY KESSINGER JERRY MEYERS LILA MEYERS CECELIA MOSS JO ANNE NELSON PEGGY NUSS HAZEL PARK DELORES POLCZ YNSKI GROVER POWERS BILL PUCKA REIT A RICHARDS MAX RISNER BILL RUTHERFORD BILL SALYER ANNA LEE STURGELL CLIFFORD THE IS SHIRLEY THE IS BOB WILLIAMS 19

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unvote The summer of ' 48 has come and gone, leaving autumn and school in its wake. And with school every year comes a class of joyous, carefree lads and lassies who have passed the halfway mark in the long journey of high school education. We mean the juniors, of oourse that class who looks at the green freshmen with a slightly condescending attitude and also the same class who looks wistfully at the seniors. Oh well, just another year, and, of oourse, the junior year is a very exciting one. First comes that ever-thrilling first class meeting and at that time the election of class officers. This year our very competent force consisted of Shirley Theism President; Bill Salyei; Vice-President; Betty Hershman, Secretary; Clifford Theis, Treasurer; Lila Meyers and Bill Pucka, Senators. Next came the junior rings! Is there ever so wonderful a thrill as gazing at your own class ring? This happy event took plaoe on the fourteenth of September. Oh, and of course our class sweaters must receive due mention. Will there ever be another week when everyone will look exaotly alike as you glance down the rows in assembly? Poor Dad ' s wallet, but oh, happy day, what rapturous expressions flood the faces of every single junior! The annual carnival is always a big event, however, when you ' re a junior, it looms even greater. With a little egotism, we eliminate the underclassmen and concentrate our efforts on higher game — that cf taking in more money than the seniors. We almost did too, but notice that one word almost. Then comes the eagerly anticipated selection of the junior play and cast. Oh goodness, won ' t they ever decide? After much deliberation and elimination, the play, Kitty Kearney from Killarney, was selected. Now comes the anxiously awaited verdict. Will I? Am I? and What do I want to do? At long last parts were posted on the bulletin board and the usual agreements and disagreements were echoed through the halls. Last, but not least, on the junior agenda came the long awaited, muoh-planned-f or Junior-Senior Prom. We had worked hard all year under the sponsorship of Miss Shirley Stroup to give the seniors a happy end to the story of their high school career. 18

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omor»e There seems always to be something to say about the green freshies and the dignified Juniors and seniors, but somewhere along the way the sophomores become lost lambs. However, the Wheatfield High sophomore class has proven that there can be and are exceptions to the rules. The sophomores have not only given their attention to their studies, whioh by the way, do get difficult at times, but they have also made a place for themselves in the sooial register of W.H.S. They selected very able and enthusiastic leaders for the class in the following manner: Firman Walker, President; Henry Ganzeveld, Vice-President; Raymond Lee, Secretary-Treasurer; Betty Stepp and Bernard Mueller, Senators. And, of course, the sophomores are those lucky people whose responsibility it is to decide the gruesome fates of those trembling, shy freshmen. My, weren ' t they funny, kids? Not to be outdone by the juniors, the sophomores ordered keen black and gold class sweaters, and for some time almost everyone oould tell a sophomore anywhere at a glance. Wonderful to be a sophomore, wasn’t it? The carnival gave the sophomores a chance to shine again. The boys elected Norma Jean Bricker as their candidate for queen and were definitely to be congratulated on their choice. Aided by her sweet personality and a born gift of enthusiasm, Norma Jean placed third in the contest. Now that we have sung their praises, we must admit that they fell down in the Echo contest between classes. But all was not lost. The penalty for the losing classes, sophomores included, was to entertain the winning classes at Christmas time. The party was gay and festive, with due amount of tribute paid to the Christ Child whose birthday we did not lose track of. So the happy and eventful sophomore year drew to a close. It was a busy year and consisted of all the little petty quarrels and happy reunions that make up the large system we call life. The class was sponsored by Miss Marjorie Purdue. 20