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bond within our class.

As far as not wanting to be a Mingo, a few weeks later I found myself attending a bonfre with my new friends, held on the empty lot where The Sentinel and William Penn Nursing Center stand today. We were burning a “panther” before the rival CLHS-Lewistown football game and I was cheering!

Over the next several years, our class withstood many changes. From the three years we became Penn Highlands (making new friends and memories), to sharing our school in half day sessions with Lewistown High School when their building was condemned. But through these changes, our class bond only became stronger.

Before we could believe it, our senior year was upon us. Most of us attended and enjoyed our senior class trip to Washington D.C. in November 1973. Later that year, there was the senior prom, senior class play and senior picnic at Greenwood.

Graduation in June 1974, we were again Chief Logan High School, but it was bittersweet. We would be leaving the security of high school and our friends, to many other pathways. College, vocational schools, the military, the workforce and some to marriage and starting a family.

But our class bond did not end with graduation. We have had reunions every fve years since. We had “birthday party” picnics for ourselves at Kish Park when we turned 50-yearsold and another when we turned 55-years-old. These picnics were in addition to our fve-year reunions and all events have always been well attended.

Our 50-year class reunion is now being planned for the fall of 2024 and promises to be a big bash.

The 7th grader in 1968 was wrong. So very, very wrong. Our class bond remains strong, as well as the spirit of Chief Logan. Our high school may no longer exist, but we are Mingoes… forever.