White Pigeon High School - Wahbememe Yearbook (White Pigeon, MI)

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Memorial Day Parade — Boy, Was it HOT! Hit and Run 16 Bond Taps Funny flute, Felicia. Let's hear it for the woodwinds.

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 A couple of flutes. Bond 15 The band in full uniform. Senior section of theband. “Hats off” to the band. Chuck Shaver, drummer. Band Director Mr. Mort

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We started kindergarten at the ripe old age of five. We didn't want to go but sooner or later we had to take the dive. We were introduced to the alphabet, sharing and much more. To playing quietly with our classmates and counting beyond four. In the first grade we were inducted into working with simple math, A few of us developed a lisp and were always coming in lath. In second we started English and oh the pain begain. It wasn't ain't no more at all and again was again. In third it was easier, we were nine and going strong. We thought we had had all the hard things but boy were we all wrong. For in fourth we went into long division using much paper, time and brain. Only to find that many tougher things were ahead to drive us insane. In fifth the girls started chasing and making eyes at the boys, But they had yet to discover girls, one of life’s many joys. In sixth we were masters, the rulers of the land. We threw our weight around and ruled with a heavy hand. In seventh we went from rulers to the peasants of the year. We were pushed and shoved around but we had no fear. For the next year we got our revenge and oh how sweet it was. We were eighth graders and the best reason for doing something was just 'cause. In ninth we had algebra and so began our High School career. We were to go through many hardships before we passed the year. In tenth the rage was collections: bugs, leaves and girls. The boys could finally drive and were giving the girls whirls upon whirls. In eleventh the emphasis was on whatcha gonna do?” Some of us had made up our minds but they were only a few. As seniors we are once again rulers, masters over all. Some can’t wait to get out and some are still having a ball. But now, as we stand on the threshold of adulthood, We all look back at the start. And think of all the memories, keepsakes of the heart. We can never recapture those moments but we can think back now and then, Of the way we all were and how it all began. Class History 17