A sincere "Thank You" to our classmates  (listed below) for sending in some of their old 'Jungaleer' memorabilia.....long forgotten photos, souvenirs, assorted articles, and notable speeches. 

   So, sit back and enjoy these 'gems' from the past....and join us as we stroll through the 'Museum of our Memories'........ fondly remembering our care-free years at our alma mater, Southeastern High School.

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John Thomson's Speech-June,1960
John Thomson's Speech-June,1960
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THE MILITARY BALL, November 1959
THE MILITARY BALL, November 1959
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I Remember 'Class Day' Very Well…..Like It Was Yesterday…

 

            How many times have we said, “Where has the time gone?”  Is it possible that 50 years have flown by since we graced the halls of Southeastern High School?  If it is really 50 years, then why are the memories of Southeastern and its teachers as well as the many friends I had, so vivid as if it were only yesterday?  Perhaps it is because we have all made such a concerted effort to at least see each other every ten years at our reunions.  What fun we have had.

            Fifty years ago, on January 24, 1961, I was given the opportunity to present the Class Day Speech to our graduates.  It was such an honor and as a diligent student I worked hard on it.  For two weeks prior to Class Day, I arrived at SE at 7:15 a.m. each day to work with Miss Boman (if my memory serves me correctly) to edit, rehearse, edit again, and rehearse.  It was a lot of work, but my heart was in it, as it was exciting to think about all we had done over the last 3 years, but mostly to think about what we were about to do.

            The day finally came and I was pretty nervous and excited.  As I sat up on the stage waiting for my “time” I kept looking at everyone.  A lump started to form in my throat and I fought the tears as hard as I could.  Then it was my turn.  I walked up to the podium and burst into….not just tears…but sobs.  If anyone tried to help me, I cried harder.  Finally, Mr. Hackman said someone else was going to have to give the speech.  Well, that calmed me down real quickly.  I began.

            I will never forget that day, and I will never forget how the emotions took over, from the sadness and regret to the pride in what we had all accomplished.  I even found myself putting in side remarks, and making eye contact with my dear friends and my wonderful mom and dad.  Actually the fact that dad was there, probably energized me more than anything.  He was not able to attend many school functions, but seeing him there was incredible and made me so proud.

            So that is how I prepared for the speech you are about to read.  I found it looking through the memorabilia and as I read through it, I experienced much of the same emotions as I did over fifty years ago.

 

Naida Kleefuss Okray

 

 

Farewell to Southeastern High School

The January Class of 1961

January 24, 1961

 

Southeastern High School, a name that we shall always remember.

 

Today we are assembled in this auditorium for a very special reason.  This is our CLASS DAY, a day which we have been waiting to arrive for three long years.  However, we now regret its arrival, for this day, January 24, 1961 marks the end of our years at Southeastern.  With the exception of graduation, this is the last day that we shall be together as a class.  Looking around, we find it hard to believe that we, as students, shall never again walk the halls of Southeastern.  We realize now as never before just how much the PURPLE AND THE WHITE has meant to us and how we shall miss it.  Of course, time has never stood still.  It never will.  The world is beckoning us to come out of our sheltered areas and face it; in just two short days we shall.  It is a difficult step to take, but it is not dearly as difficult as saying good-bye to all that is so familiar to us.

 

Our first farewell is to the fine faculty at Southeastern.  Through all these years of struggles and triumphs, who has been there to help us over the hurdles?  Our teachers.  They have tried to be patient with us and have given us either the beginning or the finishing touches to our education.  On this day we can even forgive all the extra ninth hours, homework, term papers, and science projects.  Yes, we realize now they were all for our own good.  We appreciate all our teachers have done and the never tiring help they have given us.  Without them we would never have reached our goal.

 

Under the heading of faculty come our six “top notch” counselors.  We wish to express our gratitude and thanks to every one of these fine people.  Any time a problem arose, our counselors were always there.  They have guided us, counseled us, disciplined us, and have helped us work out our schedules to our satisfaction.  Those of us from House 303 wish to express a special farewell and thank you to Mr. Boyd, who so loyally served us as counselor for five semesters.  Our counselors have certainly helped us to develop into finer men and women.

 

Since thank you’s along with farewells are in store for this day, we would also like to thank our parents who have stood by and encouraged us all through our thirteen year school experience.  At times we have felt as if we could not last through another day of school.  But always, our parents were there with an encouraging word and a gentle shove.  Now, as a reward for all their efforts, we are graduating.  We are taking the biggest step of our lives.  We know it is an important one in theirs also.  Thank you, dear parents, for all your understanding.

 

Now, we wish to say farewell to Southeastern, itself.  How we shall miss those noisy lunch hours and those gatherings in the front hall before first hour—the rushing through the narrow halls of S.E – even those terrible odors from the chemistry rooms.  This time-worn building called Southeastern has been our second home for the last three years.  It has given us wonderful times in the form of basketball, baseball, and football

 

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games.  We’ve cheered our swimmers on at swim meets.  We’ve pulled some muscles dancing at the many school dances….some of them formal dances….some of them just fun.  There have been rollicking senior plays, and both band and vocal concerts.  While these events are over, they will never be forgotten.

 

Our last farewell is probably the most difficult one to say.  That is the one to our friends.  We have been through much together and have stood side by side when needed.  Some of us have been friends our entire lives.  Others we have met right here at Southeastern.  Strangers have become friends.  Although some of our friendships shall continue throughout the years, the majority of us will say good-bye on this day; and after Friday, we shall go on our own individual ways.

 

The past has been reviewed.  It is now time to look into the future.  Friday morning we shall walk across this stage and receive our diplomas.  Then we shall step into the adult world.  Our paths will lead into many different directions.  One path will lead to a college education.  Another path will lead to the armed forces; while still another path will lead to employment.  We hope, however, that these paths may cross again somewhere in the not too distant future.  But, whatever path we take we shall be able to face this challenging world because of the guidance and knowledge received at home and here in Southeastern High School.

 

The clock is ticking away.  Our last hour together will soon be over and Southeastern will be a part of our past.  As this time is drawing to a rapid close, may I wish each and ever one of you success and happiness in whichever path you choose to follow.  Wherever you travel, “may a star lead you, the wind be at your back, and the road rise to meet you and God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”

 

Naida Kleefuss, class of January, 1961

 

 

 

 

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John Thomson's Speech, Jan. 20th, 1961
John Thomson's Speech, Jan. 20th, 1961
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Uh oh,... It looks like Dr. Photoshop Morley is having fun with Naida's old Report Card.
Uh oh,... It looks like Dr. Photoshop Morley is having fun with Naida's old Report Card.
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To our Donors: Thank you for taking the time in sending in those wonderful 'artifacts of our past', and sharing them with our fellow classmates.

Liz Prechtel McClellan
Naida Kleefuss Okray
Margaret Moran Johnson
Pete Coutsos
John Thomson
Dorothy (Bennett) Plotzke
Wayne Simonson


Please send us your "donations" for our Museum of our Memories to pcoutsos@hotmail.com.
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