Winslow High School - Eskimo Yearbook (Winslow, IN)

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Glass isiory In the fall of 1946, sixty-seven green but happy Freshmen knocked at the door of Winslow High School and were instructed to stop their giggling and take their places at the top of the stairs in Room 3. Some-of us who had the idea that high school was all play and no work were quick to change our minds, and school rolled merrily along. The teachers who helped us on our verdant way were: ,QPrincipalJ Mr. Buechele, Mr. Burns, Miss Sellers, Mr. Thompson, Mr. Bryan Reed, Mr. Wallace, Mr. Wrex Reed, Mrs. Cooper, Mrs. Snyder, Mrs. Hale, and Mrs. Poehlein. Our officers were: President .....,,..,......., Richard McQueen Vice-President ............ Betty Thompson Secretary-Treasurer .................... Helen Craig We started our Sophomore year with an enrollment of only fifty-live boys and girls. However, we determined that even though our quantity had diminished, we would make up for it in the quality of work.that we did for our teachers. This was not so easy, particularly in. Latin and Geometry. Our purple and gold class sweaters made us very proud and happy this year. Our mentors during this second year were: 1PrincipalJ Mr. Thompson, Mrs. Cottrell, Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Bryan Reed, Mr. Burns, Miss Sellers, Mrs. Cooper, Miss Ambrose, Mrs. Ambrose, Mr. Richardson, and Mr. Wrex Reed. Our officers were: ' President .................. Richard McQueen Vice-President .............. Richard Farley Secretary-Treasurer ............ Betty Thompson When we returned to school for our Junior year, ten more of our group had fallen by the wayside, and, for once, we had more seats in our room than we needed. We ordered our class rings this year. On October 26 we presented our class play, The Man in the Green Shirt. This was a great success and .we enjoyed giving it. On April 8 we feted the Seniors with a colorful farewell banquet carried out in the Red Rose motif. Our counselors were: fPrincipalJ Mr. Thompson, Mr. Wrex Reed, Mr. McGlothlin, Miss Sellers, Mrs. Cooper, Mrs. Cottrell, Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Burns, Mrs. Ambrose, Mr. Bryan Reed, and Miss Ambrose. Our officers were: President .................. Richard McQueen Secretary ........................ Marilyn Miley Vice-President ............ Betty 'Thompson Treasurer ............................ Bill Stevens In the fall of 1949 we again entered Winslow High School for the last mile of our high school race. Looking over the class, we found that only thirty- ix original members answered the roll call. However, Carla Harper and Winifred Lynch re-joined our ranks, to make our number thirty-eight. Our Senior class play, Under Western Skies , met with great success. Tacky Day, numerous money-making projects, and exciting plans for a Senior spring trip have all made our Senior career quite gay. Another highlight on our calendar was the crowning of Greta Hunley as the school's basketball queen. Our teachers were: fPrincipalJ Mr. Thompson, Mr. Burn , Mr. Bryan Reed, Mrs. Thompson, Mr. McGlothlin, Mrs. Elliott, Mrs. Cooper, Mrs. Cottrell, Mr. Smith, Mr. Wrex Reed, and Miss Ambrose. Our officers were: - President .................. Richard McQueen Secretary ............................ Helen Craig Vice-President ........ Charles Gieselman Treasurer .................... Betty Thompson As we are about to graduate, we sincerely hope that our live in the future will be as fall gf happiness and gaiety as they have been during our all too brief sojoum in 17

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Cgroplzecy It was a balmy summer evening. The time was June 18,' 1975. The place was the cluttered workshop of Bobby Dale Norrington. Well, why have you invited us here? Lois Dawson, Marion Battles and I fVelma Curryl asked. You said it was a great surprise. Out with it. Yes, my friends, said Bobby, I do have something that I want to share with the, three of you. Your opinion, as college professors, will mean much to me. Bobby had been tinkering with wires and atoms and scientific formulas for years, so we weren't at- all surprised'when he seated us in front of a huge boxlike contraption that looked like a prehistoric monster. This, said Bobby with a bow, is my latest gift to man- kind. It is a stratomic thought-transmission set! A WHAT? we all gasped. Now, please be seated, 'old classmates, Bob said, and help yourselves to the candy gags ang potatjo chips. I'm gnlydsgrry 7I,can't offer you some of that. delicious Senior u ge. emem er t ose goo o ays. Indeed we do! we all chimed enthusiastically. Bobby turned several gadgets of his machine, and purple and gold sparks began to fly. I have invited you scientists here to join your great concentrative powers with mine. Shall we face the screen and concentrate on our old Senior Class of 1950? If our thoughts connebulate with the eskimodulate, each member of the class will appear on the screen in front of you as he is today. Shall we begin ? Our heads together and our eyes glued on the pale gray screen in front of us, we began to think of the boys and girls of our class we had known years ago. Almost instantly we heard a loud roar, and there in front of us was our former class president, RICHARD McQUEEN, announcing play by play a ball game between the Hosmer Bobcats and the Cato Chiggers. Great flakes of snow nearly hid the players from view, but Shorty drew his old honor sweater around him and seemed to be having a wonderful time. Between plays we could hear him singing, Baby, It's Cold Outside. ' . CHARLES GIESELMAN next fiashed on the screen. Stepping from his private plane, he was greeted and surrounded by a flock of cuties, young and old. Then he began to autograph copies of his latest book, Let Sweet Words Drip From My Lips. When a girl reporter asked Charles about his latest boxing exploits, he curtly remarked, I have no comment to make. Flash! BETTY THOMPSON appeared before us carrying two heavy money bags Being a bank president is so tiresome, we heard herfmutter. I do wish I'd married my preacher years ago and given up this idea of a career. Crash! Bang! Bang! There stood HELEN CRAIG demonstrating the correct tech- nique of beating a big bass drum. As we watched, she dropped the drum, dashed to the piano, and played a few brisk chords. Then she tooted on a dozen different musical instruments. Lastly, she leaped across the studio, grabbed a paint brush, and began to paint a lovely Miller -Field sunset for her open-mouthed sixth grade students. RICHARD FARLEY leaped across the screen followed by his professional ball team, Farley's Flawless Five. At first glance we thought Richard was bald-headed, but a close-up revealed that it was only his old burr haircut turned slightly gray. Richard was still running his fingers through it in- that characteristic puzzled manner of long ago. 19