Before color television, CD players and cellphones. Before there were websites - there was the Class of 1952. Welcome back to how we were...

There's a small smile at the bottom of the page for you to enjoy while you're letting all these photographs download.  :)   And please remember ...

Grace (Springer) Cole in a photo that appeared in 1955 Chrysler Magazine.  Grace married fellow classmate Jack Cole in 1955.  They have three sons.  (uploaded with permission)

Bob Kandarian

Richard Allen Cote', Bob Kandarian and Graham "Fred" Neilson.

Graham "Fred" Neilson, ETSR Great Lakes, Illinois Boot Camp - March 1956

Graham "Fred" Neilson

Rita (Galster) Neilson

"Who you calling a punk!" Richard Allen Cote'

Richard Allen Cote' Just back from Honolulu, on his way to Korea.

Pat (McCullough) Cline "Dagmar" on her wedding day in 1955, along with her sister Barbara McCullough and their niece, Debbie Kline.

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Visitors to the Pershing Class of '52 "HEDGE'S WIGWAM" PAGE:

SO...

       ...One day a fisherman was lying on a beautiful beach, with his fishing pole propped up in the sand and his solitary line cast out into the sparkling blue surf.  He was enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun and the prospect of catching a fish. 

About that time, an investment banker came walking down the beach, trying to relieve some of the stress of her workday.  She noticed the fisherman sitting on the beach and decided to find out why this fisherman was fishing instead of working harder to make a living for himself and his family.

"You aren't going to catch many fish that way," said the investment banker to the fisherman. "You should be working rather than lying on the beach."

The fisherman looked up at the investment banker, smiled and replied, "And what will my reward be?"

"Well, you can get bigger nets and catch more fish" was the banker's answer.

"And then what will my reward be?" asked the fisherman, still smiling.

The investment banker replied, "You will make money and you'll be able to buy a boat, which will then result in larger catches of fish."

"And then what will my reward be?" asked the fisherman again.

The investment banker was beginning to get a little irritated with the fisherman's questions. "You can buy a bigger boat, and hire some people to work for you." she said.

"And then what will my reward be?" repeated the fisherman.

The investment banker was getting angry. "Don't you understand? You can build up a fleet of fishing boats, sail all over the world, and let all your employees catch fish for you."

Once again the fisherman asked, "And then what will my reward be?"

The investment banker was red with rage and shouted at the fisherman, "Don't you understand that you can become so rich that you will never have to work for your living again.  You can spend all the rest of your days sitting on this beach, looking at the sunset.  You won't have a care in the world."

The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, "And what do you think I'm doing right now?"