Whiting High School - Reflector Yearbook (Whiting, IN)

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I But we had our serious moments too. Many is the time that we left a class, our eyes glowing with inspiration, and we set out to lick the world, There never was a typical day in good old W. H. S. Every day something different happened or someone would do something to make that certain day outstanding. A lot of little incidents though, have occurred repeatedly, and our day unravelled something like this. Struggling from the arms of Orpheus, we grudgingly opened one eye to see if we could turn over again. Holy cow! Six minutes after eight! If we weren't on a diet, we snatched a handful of Wheaties and a sweet roll and were on our way. Jack be nimble; Jack be quick; if you're tardy again, you'll get the stick. After sliding safely into our seat in home room we relaxed a bit so much, in fact, we dozed right off again. But ne'er fear our old buddy gently woke us by tapping his safety shoe on our cranium. We were proud of that symbol outside our home room door signifying that our bond and stamp purchases were 100%. We always bought at least one a week—to bring our boys back home soon. After a refreshing mouthful of H20, we were ready for anything—even the obstacle course. A1—ley, al—ley, al—ley, oop! Ugh, ugh. Assembly third period. It was either a pep assembly or a student revue, or maybe we had a guest speaker. Anyhow it was very entertaining.

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Sslujua. £Lcl a. MISS SADIE TRANSEAU Our Class Sponsor prepared plans for Prom. Playing baseball, watching games and stuffing ourselves with hotdogs, we took part in the junior and senior picnic. Choosing class rings was one of the high-lights of the year. Making schedules, which would equip us with enough majors, minors, and credits, we passed into our senior year. Senior pictures were taken and some re-taken, the Reflector published, senior dues paid, the Senior Dance enjoyed in November, and Prom time finally rolled around. There was much talk about commencement, class night, and finally that we would do after we left school. In the last four years we spent many a sleepless night grilling over an exam, enjoyed ourselves at the many parties and get-togethers, waited four times each year for that little orange card which held the verdict of our accomplishments, spent many a tedious hour over a composition or book Nreport; but through all this, our hearts still remain-v ecKyoung and gay. We, the Seniors of 1945, bid you farewell. These last four years, happily spent at Whiting High, hold fond memories for us all. We began our freshman year with a willingness to learn. Making new friends, putting on assemblies, joining the various clubs, and getting acquainted with teachers were some of the things we enjoyed doing. Then we departed from the lunior into the Senior High, wide-eyed with bewilderment and bursting at the seams at the thought of being sophomores. We tried to please our upper class-men, hoping to make good impressions upon them. Taking on a new air of boldness we entered our junior year. Occasionally, we had a tendency to skip class, be tardy once in a while, and come to class without our lessons. Enthusiastically, we Aloha , t h e Junior-Senior OUR CLASS OFFICERS President Vice president Secretary Treasurer 1941-42 Bob Kometz Geradine McClelland Frances Kowalczyk Mike Pipta 1942-43 John Evanich John Potocsky Walter Dudas Rudy Gesik