Wyanet High School - Wyhian Yearbook (Wyanet, IL)

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PRINCIPAUS MESSAGE To the Graduation Class of 1956--I have known all of you for just a brief time, but af I feel that each and everyone of you will remember your high school as the best plaoe f you have ever worked, played, and maybe relaxed a little when all your work was com- ,--- pleted. You are in the term of a person who loves his work--MY CHILDREN. You ,9-'- Judy Young I will remember as a cheerleader who loves the excitement of a good ball game. You Jim Cruse the only boy student who has the ability to make a good bookkeeper and secretary. You Roberta Puyear the shorthand student who can read perfect to herself. And you Darlene Cass the quiet and reserve girl with all the manners that anyone would want in a lady. You Bill Patterson the per- fectionist of the whole Senior Class. You Bob Stout the boy who wanted to rush things and grow up in a hurry. You Burton Conklin the student who never seems to hurry, but always gets it done. You Gordon Jarvis with the personality that will take you wherever you want to go. You Jerry Hochstatter the football player with a lot of gray matter. You Claude Moreland and the time you have put in on basketball. You Charlene Catton the one person that will always be a willing worker. You Nancy Alvey the girl who made it and still had to stay home and take care of things. You Joan Sapp the girl who had to carve a place of her own, and did over all of them, You Joyce Dean the only red head that was quiet but knew what she wanted for the future. You Patsy Hamrick and Sarah Wyatt the two girls who have been close friends from the time l knew you until graduation. You Opal Kinnamon the determined business education student. You Nancy Parker the hall monitor of several years. You Bob Noe the student that had chicken pox and had a lot of make up work to do. You Max Baker the boy who made it through the senior year. You Bob Burdick the boy who came out for football the last year and showed great promise. You Barbara Mount who finally found your self the last year at school and took part in everything. Last but not least Sharon Meisel, the pusher in the 'whole class, you were the spark plug for all of them. You are graduating and going into the world where excuses will not be detention halls, makeup will be impossible, and your mistakes will cost you in happiness and comforts of life. How will you respond to this treatment? I will only say this to each and every- one of you--You have built the foundation of life, I hope carefully. We as the teacher have been a deciding factor in the building of that foundation. The house of life is never finished for anyone until they depart from this world. May this last thought be my guide to you for the future. The world is but a bit of clay in your hands what you re ceive from hfe will be what you have molded for yourself and be it rich or poor full or empty it is your product for you are the sculptor of that clay C W Cohoon Principal ,J ,i fi

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ANNUAL STAFF LEFT TO RIGHT B Burdick I Sapp B Noe G Jarvis B Patterson B Conklin S Partm R Puyear I Cruse C Moreland I Young S Meisel SECOND ROW Catton N Parker D Cass O Kinnaman S Wyatt N Thompson P Hamrick I Dean B Mount LAST ROW Mr Curtis B Stout M Baker N Alvey I Hochstatter Mr M1lburn I Heuer D Anthony 1955 ANNUAL STAFF Editor Joan Sapp Business Manager Sharon Meisel Art Editor Darlene Cass The Annual Staff started thelr work early this year by selling ads the second week of school. In about the tlurd or fourth week we selected a cover for our book The staff has worked very hard to make our year book a success We hope you like ll We would hke to thank our sponsors Mr Curtis and especially Mr Milburn for all the work they have put forth on it Also all the townspeople who have donated to thls cause This page sponsored by ROBERT S WEBB M 8: M FEED 8: GRAIN COMPANY wyanet 111111015 : . , . , . , . , . , . , . ' , 4 I o I s , Q , o u I g Q , Q 3 n , p p Q 9 o 9 o , Q Q 5 I 1 I 1 0 l 0 1 0 I v ' n I p o Assistant Editor . . . . . . . . . . . Dixie Anthony . , '

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