That's not the problem with that kind of documentation.
The issue is that for fifty years ago, the number of people who have an interest in preservation of that kind of stuff is small. The school, if it still exists, got one or two copies in its library (I recognize it is said they had four or five here); they got borrowed out; the person who took it out used it twenty-five years ago for the purpose for which they took it; failed to return it; and their kids threw it away when they died.
The people who were there? I don't know how old you are or what the character of classbooks was where you went to school but do you have yours? My sister is now (52 years later) the primary mover and keeper of the records for her high school class; she knows where there are two annuals from her graduation year; none for mine.
In looking at the list for my own reunion, just the mailing list which was about two-thirds of the class; I didn't even recognize half the names under circumstances where I thought I knew most of the people in the school when I was there.
For most of us, the primary events of our lives occurred after we left high school; that is the period of our personal focus. So coming back with a story about someone who was there doesn't have a particular ring of credibility.
And yet, we are shown a number of images which supposedly were taken from a MIHS yearbook, if you GOOGLE IMAGES - Stanley Ann Dunham - you will find a number of them...so someone must have had a BOOK when this article was written, IN 2008:
A student from Class of 1958 is credited with providing an image from a yearbook on this website:
Very good. Either it’s been packed back in a dark corner of the parents’ attic or it’s long been tossed out. Memories fade so stating SADO came to see someone on X date is a stretch. And remember, one person’s perception of an event is not the same as another’s.
David, despite the fact that I don’t have any particular nostalgia for my school years and I fall into that category of people whose focus in life came after that time, I still have four high school year books and four college year books. And I’ve moved over a dozen times since leaving school. Also, I stumbled on a photo on the internet from my high school years posted on the school’s facebook page. There were over 100 students in the photo including yours truly. I was surprised to find that I remembered every one of those people, both their names and their faces and I haven’t seen or talked to any of them in more years than I care to admit. My husband has some of his yearbooks, too, and he’s considerably older than I am. So, hey, you never know.
I have all four of my high school yearbooks. My husband has all four of his high school yearbooks. My siblings all have all four years of their yearbooks. It’s more likely than not that at least half of her class would still have their yearbooks.