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It was way back in 1938 that we first entered dear old Central Elementary chool. We were
~cared at this new and different experience, but felt well able to cope with the ternblc "three R's"
and with our \ery first teachers: Miss Watkins, Miss Glenn, and Miss Bell. The fact that we
were mi sing half of our front teeth gave us a rather ferocious appearance, but the girls were al-
ready sort of cute with their pigtails and big bow ribbons, and the boys felt pretty sharp in their
short pants and slicked down hair.
As we grew older and became sophisticated fifth and sixth graders, we looked forward to the
day when we would go to school in the "brick building." But alas, when that day came we found
that we were only those "pesky little seventh graders" who scooted around the building looking for
their classrooms (and getting trampled on by any upperclassmen whose path we happened to cross).
We'll never forget the funny feeling we had the first time we got lost in the big halls. Everyone
seemed to know where they were going except us.
But we felt pretty proud of being "big-shots"-attending pep meetings, having a football hero,
going to chapel every Friday, and belonging to scads of clubs. We worked hard in Thespians, the
Honor ociety, Girl couts, Boy Scouts, the Student Council, F. H. A., F. F. A., and Keyettes.
The years whizzed by and brought a lot of changes. We got taller and broader (too broad
sometimes). The boys finally discovered that girls were nice for more than throwing dead mice at.
One by one the girls started sporting lipsticks, high-heels, and all the other paraphenalia that makes
makes a girl a girl. And the boys would get up fifteen minutes earlier in the morning to scrape a
razor over a cheek that didn't need it.
Our Junior year brought a problem-how to earn money for the Junior- enior Banquet. A
magazine drive seemed the logical answer. No more loafing in the afternoon-we canvassed the
town crying plaintively, "Please, lady, subscribe to a magazine!" We began planning for the
banquet. The theme, April Showers, was carried through with umbrellas, sprinkling cans, and
elves. The menu listed Bower nectar, rainbow cobbler, and other delicacies. A huge success and
an occasion never to be forgotten by any of us, our banquet was the high spot of our high chool
careers.
The time is drawing nearer to that day when we'll no longer be seniors or anything else in high
school. Despite a lot of talk about how happy we'll be when we no longer have to study or try
to please our teachers, when we get down to brass tacks most of us aren't nearly as overjoyed as we
like to appear at the thought of leaving Columbia High School. We'll never forget these four
years.
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