
PAWPRINTS:
JCHS ALUMNI NEWSLETTER
Jack Koenig, Sr.North Vernon, Vernon, Hayden, Zenas,
Butlerville, Marion, Lovett, Scipio,
Paris Crossing, Brewersville,
San Jacinto, and Walnut Grove.
Since October 7, 2001
Welcome to the newsletter:
Thanks for your interest and support!

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Jack Koenig, Sr.
Newsletter Editor & Publisher
The Panther's Paw
P.O. Box 1025
North Vernon, IN 47265-5025
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July 9:
Clinton Maschino is 13 years old. He is the son of Leanna (Reitman, JCHS-1989) and Rex (JCHS-1987) Maschino.
Sarah Coleman is also 13 today. Sarah is the daughter of Allen (JCHS-1977) and Rose (Foster, JCHS-1979) Coleman.
July 10:
Jessica Maschino turns 5 years old today. She is the daughter of Leanna (Reitman, JCHS-1989) and Rex (JCHS-1987) Maschino.
Cheryl Combs Miller, a 1976 graduate of JCHS, is 45 today.
July 11:
Sammy Jo Brock is 3 years old, and is the daughter of Shelley (Yeager, JCHS-1991) and husband, David.
July 19:
Adam Coleman, JCHS-Class of 2003, is 19 years old. Adam's parents are Allen (JCHS-1977) and Rose (Foster, JCHS-1979) Coleman.
July 20:
Patricia Batts (Ross, Class of '81) is celebrating a birthday today.
July 24:
Teal Smith is 10, and is the daughter of Greg and Lori (Lamb) Smith, both 1980 JCHS grads.
July 26:
Jessica Hawthorne is 4 years old. She is the daughter/step-daughter of Tracy (Zabecki, JCHS-1995) and Roger Boswell (JCHS-1995).
Crystal (Adams, JCHS-2000) McFelea is 21 years old.
July 27:
Charity McFelea turns 2 years old. She is the daughter of Crystal (Adams, JCHS-2001) and James McFelea.
Other classmates from 1951 through 1955 attending were Tom Clarkson of Indianapolis, Thelma (Carr) Andrew of North Vernon, and teacher, Mr. Glen Whitaker from North Vernon.
Spouses attending were Jack Blevins, Richard Brackemyre, Harold Brennan, Helen (Spaulding) Ritchie, Patricia (Stanfield) Spaulding, and Aaron Taskey. Guests were Carl and Martha (Krackenberger) Quinn of Wheaton, IL, and Judy (Whitcomb) Burgmeier and Mary Maple, who brought information and pictures of James Maple and Harry Whitcomb, our classmates who have died.
All present enjoyed a pitch-in dinner and information of living and deceased teachers, as well as a tour of the Hayden Museum and gas station. Don Hamm led everyone in thanksgiving and prayers for all of the classmates present, as well as those who could not attend. Therese Brennan gave everyone present addresses of the classmates of 1951 through 1955, and blue or white carnations in memory of the class flower.
July 19: JCHS 1983 Class Reunion (20 years)
July 26: JCHS 1973 Class Reunion (30 years)

JCHS-Class of 1973: Linda Devlin Klein, John Elliott
JCHS-Class of 1974: Linda Dixon
JCHS-Class of 1978: Scott Earl, Lisa Lakel, Keith Smith
JCHS-Class of 1979: Lucinda Grabill Kirkpatrick
JCHS-Class of 1982: Scott S. Henney
JCHS-Class of 1985: Michelle Olds Smith
JCHS-Class of 1986: SuElla Long Jordan
JCHS-Class of 1987: Michelle Brittingham Hicks, Jennifer Lewis Holmes
JCHS-Class of 1988: Randy Baxter
JCHS-Class of 1989: Paula Harmon Kaiser
JCHS-Class of 1990: Jason Bennett
JCHS-Class of 1991: Angie Cummings, Connie Taylor Smiley
JCHS-Class of 1995: Beth Hinton Bedeker
JCHS-Class of 1996: Derrick Huntington
JCHS-Class of 2003: Chuck L. Rose
BRHS - Brewersville High School
BTHS-Butlerville High School
HHS - Hayden High School
JCHS - Jennings County High School
LHS - Lovett (Township) High School
MHS - Marion (Township) High School
NVHS - North Vernon High School
PCHS - Paris Crossing High School
SHS - Scipio High School
VHS - Vernon High School
WGHS - Walnut Grove High School
ZHS - Zenas High School
#1. JCHS-Class of 1977 - 69
#2. JCHS-Class of 1988 - 56
#3. JCHS-Class of 1978 - 53
#4. JCHS-Class of 1983 - 52
#5. JCHS-Class of 1979 - 51
#5. JCHS-Class of 1981 - 51
#5. JCHS-Class of 1990 - 51
#5. JCHS-Class of 1992 - 51
#6. JCHS-Class of 1991 - 50
#7. JCHS-Class of 1998 - 49
#8. JCHS-Class of 1989 - 48
#8. JCHS-Class of 1995 - 48
#9. JCHS-Class of 1982 - 46
#9. JCHS-Class of 1987 - 46
#1. 1980's - 442
#2. 1990's - 418
#3. 1970's - 414
#4. 1960's - 188
#5. 1950's - 114
#6. 2000's - 68
#7. 1940's - 13
#8. 1930's - 4
#9. 1920's - 1
The Class of 1954 has a mixed-class photo at the top of their page now. They are seeking missing identities for some pictured, which include 1953 graduates as well.
The JCHS graduating Class of 2003 has a photo with two sets of 3 generations of Jennings County alumni, which also can be seen in the 1954 Gallery page. The two families represented are those of Lois Faye Ruble Koenig-Engle, with daughter, Gina Scott, and granddaughter, Julia Cuzzupe, and Sandra Miles Kreutzjans with daughter, Julie Webster, and granddaughter, Ellie Webster.
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"I believe this is Debbie Bannister from high school?? I do remember you. Smile."
"This is Brenda McClain Navarre. I live in Dallas, Texas; have lived here since I was 23. Have two wonderful boys....16 and 12. I have been employed by MCI for 21 years now. I manage the implementation of networks and surround and downstream development systems. I have worked overseas quite a bit; both South America and Europe."
"I bring the boys back to Indiana usually every summer. Sometimes we have to skip a year here and there. I should be back in maybe July....we should get together for lunch maybe?"
"Write and tell me about yourself."
(Signed)
Brenda
*Note* Brenda also sent this response to The Panther's Paw:
"Nice to hear from both you and Debbie. It has been forever since I've been in contact with anyone from Jennings County."
We are thrilled and proud each time we have a part in reuniting friends who have long been out of touch. If you are seeking a friend or classmate, please write us...we'll be glad to try to help!
"Would love to see more of the "then" pictures, as I lost all my yearbooks and all high school related memorabilia in a flood many years ago so have nothing to refresh my memory. Hopefully more people will send in their pics. Love the site."
Thanks for the memories,
Judi Hardin Schwing
Class of '69
*Note: Judi's photos are now available for viewing in the newly opened 1969 Photo Gallery page.

A boy held up the folded Flag, cursed it and called it a dirty rag. A man pushed through the angry crowd, with an old gun shouldered proud.
His uniform jacket was old and tight, he had polished each button, shiny and bright. He crossed the stage with military grace, until he and the boy stood face to face.
Then the old man broke the silence.
"Freedom of speech, is worth dying for, Good men are gone, they live no more. All so you can stand on this courthouse lawn, and ramble on from dusk to dawn.
But before the Flag gets burned today, this old veteran is going to have his say.
My father died on a foreign shore, in a war they said would end all wars. Tommy and I weren't even full grown, before we fought in a war of our own. Tommy died on Iwo Jima's beach, in the shadow of a hill he couldn't reach.
Where five good men raised this Flag so high, that the whole world could see it fly.
I got this bum leg that I still drag, fighting for this same old Flag.
There's but one shot in this old gun, so now it's time to decide which one. Which one of you will follow our lead, to stand and die for what you believe?"
The boy who had called it a dirty rag, handed the veteran the folded Flag. The crowd got quiet as they walked away, to talk about what they heard that day.
So the battle for the Flag this day was won, by a loyal veteran with a single gun. Who for one last time, had to show to some, That these colors will never, never run.
It is the veteran, not the preacher, who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the veteran, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the veteran, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the veteran, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to assemble.
It is the veteran, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the veteran, not the politician, Who has given us the right to vote.
It is the veteran, who salutes the Flag, who serves under the Flag, whose coffin is draped by the Flag.
Thanks to: Earl J. Shumaker, NVHS-Class of 1962, for the forward.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners, My head is a little higher,
My colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle of every war
for more than 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg,
Shiloh and Appamatox.
I was there at San Juan Hill,
the trenches of France,
in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome
and the beaches of Normandy. Guam,
Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me.
I was there.
I led my troops,
I was dirty, battleworn and tired,
But my soldiers cheered me
And I was proud.
America has been attacked by cowardly fanatics
And many lives have been lost
But those who would destroy me cannot win
For I am the symbol of freedom,
Of one nation
Under God
Indivisible
With liberty and justice for all.
I have been burned, torn and trampled
on the
streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn
and
trampled in the streets of my country.
And when it's done by those whom I've served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth
and stood watch over the uncharted
frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving parent
at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.
MY NAME IS 'OLD GLORY'......
LONG MAY I WAVE!
*NOTE* An online version of this, with photos and sound, appears on the internet at: http://www.chaplin-nest.com/unkarock/flag.htm. A home site carries additional links of patriotic interest, including a link to send thanks to our military's fighting men and women at: http://www.chaplin-nest.com/

A sobbing little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it "was too crowded."
"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, that she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.
Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings and the parents called for the kindhearted pastor, who had befriended their daughter, to handle the final arrangements.
As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump. Inside was found 57 cents and a note scribbled in childish handwriting which read, "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School.” For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion. He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.
But the story does not end there!
A newspaper learned of the story and published it. It was read by a Realtor, who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands. When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered it for 57 cents. Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.
Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividend.
If ever you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300 and Temple University, where hundreds of students are trained. Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of Sunday Schoolers, so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.
In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russel H. Conwell, author of the book, "Acres of Diamonds" A story, which goes to show WHAT GOD, CAN DO WITH 57 cents.
St. Theresa Prayer
May today there be peace within May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be....
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that
are born of faith...
May you use those gifts that you have received,
and pass on the love that has been given to you....
May you be content knowing you are a child of God....
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, and dance, It is there for each and every one of you....
Thanks to: Glen Carney, JCHS-Class of 1976.

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As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing.
The litigator responded. "I shot a duck and it fell in this field. and now I'm going in to retrieve it."
The old farmer replied. "This is my property, and you are not coming over here."
The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the U.S.and. if you don't let me get that duck. I'll sue you and take everything you own."
The old farmer smiled and said. "Apparently. you don't know how we do things in Iowa. We settle small disagreements like this with the Iowa "Three-Kick Rule".
The lawyer asked. "What is the Iowa Three Kick Rule?" The Farmer replied. "Well. first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times. and so on. back and forth, until someone gives up."
The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.
The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the city feller. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick nearly ripped the man's nose off his face. The barrister was flat on his belly when the farmer's third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to give up.
The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, "Okay, you old coot now it's my turn."
(I love this part......)
The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck.

If you lived as a child in the 40's, 50's, & 60's, congratulations on being a survivor of the times! Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, cabinets. But we got our butts spanked if we opened them, and no one called Child Protection Services. When we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. Not to mention hitchhiking to town as a young kid!
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day...no cell phones; unthinkable!
We played dodge ball and sometimes the ball would really hurt. We got cut, broke bones, and broke teeth; and there were no law suits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame, but us. Remember accidents? We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it. We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar soda but we were never overweight ...we were always outside playing games, we shared grape soda with four friends, from one bottle and no one died from this.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, video games at all, 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, Personal Computers, Internet chat rooms ...we had friends. We went outside and found them. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rung the bell and just walked in and talked to them. Imagine such a thing; without asking a parent, by our-selves, out there in the cold, cruel world, without a guardian. How did we do it? We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't, had to learn to deal with disappointment. Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. No one to hide behind. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law, imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years has been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're one of them. Congratulations!
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good!
Thanks to: Lois "Faye" Ruble Koenig-Engle, NVHS-Class of 1954, for this e-mail forward.

