It was but a mere twelve years ago, that in late August of 1961, 19 little people entered the first grade of Lancaster High School. Few knew the reputation seniors of "73" would have.
Little did they know what was in store for them. Twelve long years of nervous sweat and broken pencils; twelve years of angry teachers, rotten grades, and slightly undesirable lunches. But they have pulled through; it was a long haul.
Nineteen of them are here to remember those first grade days. Since then, they have gained several new members and have also lost a few along the line. They have seen teachers come and go, always seeming to leave in a hurry. We still wonder why!
Somewhere along the way, around the third or fourth grade era there was a noticeable movement of Glenwooders to join our ranks. Our number was on the rise.
On into the fifth grade year a great alliance was formed. Lancaster and Downing became one. But with sadness did they have to wait until their seventh year until more recruits from Downing also joined our forces. Their number was rising further.
Grade school days were over, thank heavens and they were off and running into six more stinking years.
It was in seventh grade that many new facts were learned. The major one was that up in the big-time, boys actually kissed the girls. The boys soon learned that this could be quite fun. And yes, they must not forget all of those basketball bus rides which occurred in grades seven through nine. Not only did they enjoy playing on the court but after the game on the bus as well. Oh! Those were the days!
But as they moved up to be full fledge high schoolers they discovered that being a sophomore meant several things.
The seniors of "73" were very conscience of their financial situation. They were money hungry. Fantastic dreams of their senior trip were now coming into view. And yes, they also remember their good old class meetings. It seems that everyone always had something constructive to say.
It was also during our tenth year that the phrases "Warden" and Robbie" were being used very strongly. But they were becoming tired of school and things were boring. There was nothing better to do than to raise havoc in study hall.
On into our eleventh year, the class membership total was near 60, and the end was in sight. Their junior year brought a lot of fun and excitement. Mr. Jackson, their sponsor since eight grade was still going strong. They must not forget to mention that they were in charge of the food stand at ballgames. This project brought much wealth to the class; it also brought several bawling out sessions on the morning after because quite often their famous clean-up crew sneaked out early and went to a party and left all the grime and dirt for the cooks to clean up. Yes, yes, our junior year was a very good year. Eleven down and one year to go.
Our senior year finally rolled around. Most of us decided that 11 years of nothingness had passed by our eyes, so one more shouldn't be too difficult. This year proved to be similar to all the others. There always seemed to be those funny looking men around trying to rob you blind with those pieces of nothing that everyone just had to buy: $45 class rings, senior pictures, class keys, and announcements. If given the chance, these characters would probably take the shirt off our backs.
We decided to journey down south to the Ozark's for our senior trip. Since we haven't gone yet, we won't disclose anymore plans; we don't want our parents to find out.
The twelve years are quickly coming to an end. We vaguely remember our grade school days. There was nothing like the good old junior high days, but we can't be 13 forever. The senior high days have been filled with fun and excitement, if you don't believe it, just ask Principal Robert Watkins.
Therefore, the seniors leave you, Schuyler R-1 High School, with an inner satisfaction that you were far better off before the seniors of "73" came and will be better off after we leave.
I see Mary Francis Anderson as happily married and co-owner of a chain of taverns stretching from Lancaster to Memphis.
I see Kathy Anderson and her five little darling daughters helping Wayne run Lancaster Lumber Company.
I see Debe Barnhart stepping into Marjorie Beeler's shoes as Mr. Watkin's right hand lady.
I see Roger Bennett as BIG KING of the farming underworld.
I see Doug Bowling owning his own chain of lumberyards.
I see Fern Brewer going around the square for her first time on Saturday Night.
I see Bill Camden still driving the heck out of his green Ford.
I see Corky Cook still man-handling the old scoop-shovel.
I see Tim Crook still nursing on orange juice.
I see Ricky Dean as Eddie Norman's right-hand man.
I see James Evans married and living in a purple house, with a purple yard to match his purple pick-up.
I see Steven Ferdig as an alcoholic motorcycle racer.
I see Lois Flynn as I look into the future running around after a bunch of little Larries.
I see Theresa Forsythe struggling her way through college.
I see David Fountain as the next AL Unser of the speed way.
I see Hannah Frederick as a math major in college, following in the foot-steps of Mr. Forsythe.
I see Donna Gingerich averaging three flat tires a day as she drives to and from Memphis to see her dream boy.
I see Marsha Gingerich and Gaye Green both married and going off to California in search of careers as special secretaries in the new Women's Navy.
I see Kenny Jackson driving the Queen City-Greentop buses for the school
I see Rhonda Kelsey still being as smart as she was in 1973.
I see Rodger Kelsey still popping his double-jointed elbow.
I see Terry Kelso chasing turtles on his farm.
I see Mark Kerby keeping Kerby Electric "All In The Family."
I see Timmy Kerby sitting at home with wife and thirteen kids.
I see Ellen Ketchum hysterically giggling her way through life.
I see Rhoda Lancaster assuming Nelson Tallman's title.
I see Russell Lancaster kicking Jim out and taking over the MFA.
I see Ellen Lanham president of the Schuyler County State Bank.
I see Patti Middleton married to Kim and spending his money and loving every minute of it.
I see Dennis Martin still driving his '58 Ford and taking over Paul Beeler's car lot.
I see Sheri Martin still playing the field.
I see Pat McCartney raising peaches in an orchard in some distant country.
I see Betty Jo McNary traveling all over the world as a secretary to her boss, discovering new horizons.
I see Cindy McBee in her nursing uniform, running down the halls of the K.O.H. Hospital after a run-away male patient with hypodermic in hand.
I see Martin Minter helping his brother-in-law pull his tractor out of the mud at 11:00 P.M.
I see Mike Newland as owner and operator of Missouri's largest bargain barn.
I see Sheryl Pruner following in her mother's footsteps as head cook at Schuyler R-1 High School.
I see Lynne Roberts as secretary for Howard Hughes.
I see Renee Roberts trying to get a party started, somehow and anywhere.
I see David Shively being a rich and successful lawyer.
I see Larry Shively running coyotes over Schuyler County.
I see Bill Snowbarger trying to find out if he really loves Terri and if he should ever marry.
I see David Starrett owning his own pharmacy and after closing hours dashing home to his wife....
I see Pam Swindler doing just about the same as she was doing her senior year, only a little wilder.
I see Annette Tallman changing her name to Mrs. Jim West and becoming another Mrs. Brewer and teaching her own Home EC. classes.
I see Cindy Whitlow, busily typing away and going home to Sam, who is fixing supper.
I see Bruce Wheeler, cleaning and directing traffic through his car wash.
I see Judy Williamson cruising around town and getting all of Lancaster's latest news.
I see Kerry Wilson still riding his bike around the country, trying to find himself. (Webmaster's note: They were right. Click Here and Here to see a photo of Kerry's bike - it is the one on the left, in both photos).
I, Mary Frances Anderson, will my ability to drive a four speed to Pam Swindler.
I, Kathy Anderson, will my ability to come in late for school and not get in trouble to Robert McElroy.
I, Debe Barnhart, being of sound body and relatively sound mind will my bookkeeping book to whoever wants it.
I, Roger Bennett, will my ability to get along with Tippett to Tim Tucker.
I, Doug Bowling, will my great basketball career to the guys that sit on the bench hoping that they will use it.
I, David Brown, will my wit, charm, and stupidity to Mike Gray because he needs something to fall back on.
I, Fern Brewer, will my last typewriter eraser to the junior girls who take secretarial next year, because they will need it.
I, Bill Camden, will my ability to do almost anything to Mr. Watkins, to put away until need comes to use them.
I, Corky Cook, will my ability to ride motorcycles to Ricky Ingersoll.
I, Tim crook, will my beautiful hair to Janice Jackson because she needs it.
I, Ricky Dean, will my ability to sleep in Eddie Norman's office at the sale barn to Cole Anderson because he could use his beauty sleep.
I, James Evans, will my fantastic physic to Mary Mathes to do with whatever she pleases.
I, Steven Ferdig, will my Brave new World Book to Mrs. Swartz to do as she sees fit.
I, Lois Flynn, will all my eraser crumbs to Brenda Current.
I, Theresa Forsythe, will my many great abilities to my sister Bonnie.
I, David Fountain, will my ability to read palms to Mrs. McNabb to use along with her other skills.
I, Hannah Frederick, will my ability to take six classes to Jane Cothren, so that she will be as smart as me.
I, Donna Gingerich, will all my excess weight to Jim Russell, Because I know he needs it.
I, Marsha Gingerich, will my ability to do snaps to Janet Kerby as a future cheerleader.
I, Gaye Green, will my job at the bank to Peggy Dotson.
I, Kenny Jackson, will my bookkeeping ability to Mr. Snider.
I, Rhonda Kelsey, being of sound mind and body do hereby bequeath all my feminine charms to Gretchen Funk in hopes she may put them to proper use.
I, Rodger Kelsey, being of sound mind and body, ( I think), contribute my ability in building trades to Terry Anderson.
I, Terry Kelso, will my ability to be a genius and not REALLY show it to Terry Anderson, because he is a good man.
I, Timmy Kerby, will my athletic capabilities to Randy Jackson.
I, Ellen Ketchum, will my ability to run the slide projector in secretarial practice to anybody who will use it.
I, Rhoda Lancaster, as my last will and testament, will my temper to Mrs. Swartz, in hopes that the juniors will like it.
I, Ellen Lanham, will my bookkeeping knowledge to my sister in hopes that she will know what to do with it.
I, Dennis Martin, of sound mind and body, will my ability to wreck cars and motorcycles to Poe Steggall in hopes he will use them.
I, Sheri Martin, will my ability to get a guy with a job to Cindy Whitlow.
I, Cindy McBee, do hereby will my ability to keep my temper and be absolutely quiet in Mr. Sukut's study hall to Kathy Moore.
I, Pat McCartney, do hereby will my ability to withstand car wrecks to Cole Anderson because he could use it.
I, Betty Jo McNary, do hereby will my experience at "hitting it-off" with the guys to Becky Bunch, because Lord knows she tries.
I, Martin Minter, will my dumbness to anyone who needs it.
I, Donnell Moore, will my ability to play basketball to Buddy Bunch, in hopes he will use it.
I, Mike Newland, will my beauty to Steve Wine.
I, Sheryl Pruner, being of sound mind and body will my ability to control my hot temper to Cindy Beeler, in hopes she will learn to do so to hers.
I, Lynne Roberts, will my ability to such a fine car as my All American Rambler to Jenny Pickett. Call BR-549.
I, Renee Roberts, will my skipping ability to Teresa Beeler and Cindy Beeler, in hopes that they will add it to theirs.
I, David Shively, will my ability to be a great newspaper editor to Jenny Pickett.
I, Larry Shively, will my hunting skills to Rodney Roberts.
I, Bill Snowbarger, will my ability to prove the hand is quicker than the eye four times in one day to Robert McElroy.
I, David Starrett, will my ability to live through two car wrecks in one month to Chris Dabney.
I, Pam Swindler, will my ability to not think of one to someone who will.
I, Annette Tallman, will my ability to a better home to Sue Jane Brewer.
I, Rocke Weaver, will nothing to nobody because I need everything myself.
I, Robert Welsh, will my ability to guess on tests and usually be right to all those poor suckers who think they have to study to pass tests.
I, Edith Whalen, will my ability to vomit in a certain green Old's Cutlass to Gretchen Funk.
I, Bruce Wheeler, will the buzzers in my car to Pocky and Skippy.
I, Cindy Whitlow, will my ability to get Sam's car stuck without him getting mad to Sheri Martin in case she ever gets Mike's stuck.
I, Judy Williamson, will my ability to graduate to Tina Mark.
I, Kerry Wilson, hereby will my cigar band collection to Doug Bowling, so that it might help him get off those cigarettes.
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