Whiting High School - Reflector Yearbook (Whiting, IN)

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establish a career. Not a stone was left unturned in ferreting out the subjects most desired for their individual needs. They combined a general and commercial course in order to help themselves meet the obligations of an ever changing world, the fair sex adding to theirs a course in the culinary arts. Both studied industriously and did their work well in an endeavor to be chosen for membership in the National Honor Society, an honor esteemed by all. . . . After long and tedious hours in classrooms and laboratories they found, much to their surprise, that Rex Beach is an author and not a summer resort. Travel is an item not to be overlooked in the life of a typical senior. It was not all done in books, or the family car. While some hoofed it about others owned their own jolopies. A thing not to be snickered at — No matter if its fenders flopped frantically, its engine chugged nervously, and its radiator leaked languidly; its wheels revolved fervently and it went! And sometimes even west, as far as Chicago, famous for its museums, art galleries, planetarium and aquarium, and right on by to dinner at the dime store and a down town theater. Habits formed by the typical seniors were an essential part of their lives. The big he-men that they were, garbed in their athletic W ' s, en- joyed a hot bowl of chili and crackers after a strenuous game on the gridiron or hardwood court, while the petite femmes gargled a coke for the pause that refreshes, after a lung session in the cheering section. ( Continued on Page Twenty-eight) Page Seven

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school. We ' re thinking now of the gay young Lochinvars and glamorous Ellens of 1939 who trucked on down through the halls of Whiting High. They were the irrepressible practical jokers who studied conscientiously to become kings of the swingaroos and queens of the jitterbugs. Their lively retorts and clever antics were ever a source of illumination to brighten the dull moments which invariably appeared in the school-day lives of their teachers. . . . Noreen Buckley and Dudley Jones, typical senior girl and boy, pictured throughout this book, were typical models of 146 graduated seniors. fid ( Win umdxi , Consider, for instance, appearance! Your eyes tell you at a glance that never before have Beer jackets, snazzy socks, and saddle shoes, been so brilliantly combined. The boys in their baggy shirts with the potato sack fit and the girls who enhanced their beauty with kitten-fluffs and shaggy page boys deserved the orchids in pulchritude. Personality-plus best describes the typical senior. A pleasant smile and a cheery Hi, there, greeted the underclassmen as well as the fellowclassman. They knew when to smile, when to look sad, how to look innocent, and never to look guilty. Their ability to stand firmly on two feet, open minded, willing to be convinced, criticised or complimented, helped make them the outstanding characters they were — Not only the apples of their mother ' s eye But rather like an apple pie — A lot of crust and full of applesauce. Education was cherished by all. . . . The typical seniors realized that they must be well informed when they stepped out on their own responsibility to lick the world, and Page Six

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If you can dream — If you can think If you can meet with And treat those If you can bear to I Twisted by knaves Or watch the things And stoop and bu ’. If. Borden, Superintendent XI. J. Hannon President If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blam- ing it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; John Ciesar, Jr. Secretary If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don ' t deal in lies. Or being hated don ' t give way to hating, And yet don ' t look too good, nor talk too wise; m If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch - and - toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ' ' Hold on! D. J . Paskwietz Treasurer Pag© Eight