Many of you no longer have your LAHIAN yearbook, so here are the eight pages of our class, in black-and-white, just as in the original. (All yearbooks now are in color that I find startling.)
I blurred the images just enough to remove dot matrix used in the halftone printing, but not enough to blur the images. I tried to err on the side of too little blur rather than too much, so you may see a faint moiré pattern on your monitor, depending on its resolution. Just go to a higher or lower magnification and it will disappear.
The photos are at a fairly high resolution, so you can blow them up quite a bit, but how to do this may be a problem. The procedure is different for each browser and operating system, but generally right-clicking on an image will open a menu of options. I suggest you download them onto your own computer for safekeeping.
I added all the names as tags so they will be indexed in search engines, and your descendants far in the future will be able to find you. Just give the search engines a few days to catch up. I depend on you to inform me of mistakes. I can easily correct them.
137 are shown in our class. 67 are smiling, although that count is more subjective than I expected. 66 are girls (but not necessarily the same classmates who are smiling). One nonconformist is wearing a bow tie (not counting Marion Overcash).
Who made up the slogans across the tops of the pages? We learn how to make aggressive adjustments to inferiority. We learn the need to evaluate the cause of anxieties and worries. I never learned that, but, then again, I did not feel inferior, either. I had hair back then, big hair! A whole pompadour of it! I should have kept some of it in a box. But it took too much time each morning to comb just right, and good riddance to it.
Jacky Short and Joan Maher were that year’s LAHIAN editors.