Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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V MILDRED SHOOK Athletics (1), (2); Triple Trio; Y. W. C. A. (2), (3); Shubert High School (1), (2); Sec. (2). “Lady, wherefore talk you so?” WILLIAM F. WULF (Bill) All On Account of Polly (3); Editor in Chief of Scarlet and Green. “All great scientists are dying and I don’t feel well myself.” iniiiHiiiiiiiraniiiiiimniiiittmitiittumniaiiininiNiutitnmtiniNtirttiiimnnnt»itmiiiiminiiiniinnr nnmiiii ■nmuiimintiiininniiiiiiiiititmiiitiminiiiu'inii 1921 •itiiitiummm

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II ELMA E. SNYDER (Elmie) Glee Club; Debating Team (3); Sec. and Treas. Junior Class (3); Triple Trio (4); Literary Editor Scarlet and Green (4). “What does this sweet child in this wicked olace.” MABEL I. STONEMAN (Toots) Debating Team (3); All On Account of Polly (3); Debating Club (4); Asst. Editor Scarlet and Green; Triple Trio. “Her arguments have made her famous.” HELEN A. STUFF (Stuffy) All On Account of Polly (3); Glee Club; Athletics; Fi Fi (3); Y. W. C. A. “Yes, Lloyd, I like sweaters with high collars.” 11)21

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Illiiii a ii s CLASS PROPHECY In the year of 1935 on one of those days when you could almost taste the fragrance of June roses we left our Grand Opera Company at San Francisco in our flivver for Bracken, Nebraska, to attend the wedding of our dear friends and class mates, Lucy Armstrong and Barton Furlong. As usual, the Ford stopped on us—but close to Denver—and discovering nothing to do we walked to the nearest farm house. We knocked at the door, and guess who opened it—Faye Dillard, our old classmate. How glad we were to see her and her large family. The little twin girls, who were clinging to their mother’s dark gingham apron, left her and toddled out doors to meet their daddy who was coming in for dinner. He was whistling a gay Irish tune and as he picked up the twins and came toward the house, we noticed a familiarly rumpled marcel and a well-worn scarlet and green sweater. After this vague introduction we were not at all surprised to find it was Leo Bourke. As we departed Mr. and Mrs. Bourke and their other eight children helped us to carry out a well-filled basket and a can of gasoline. On arriving in Denver and as we were going up Poplar Avenue we noticed a throng of people gathered about the court house door. When we stopped near the corner, awaiting for the traffic cop to give us the signal to go on, we noticed something familiar about him. He was a tall, lanky fellow, and as we passed we found it to be our old classmate—James Conklin. After parking, we went back to see James who was very glad to see us. He said he had been in Denver trhee years and had just recently married a cunning little cabaret dancer. We asked James what the excitement was about. He infoimed us that it was the famous Lippold divorce case. Heavens! Could it be possible?!?! What, Lippold??? Whom did he marry? So that was the lesult of all those school day squabbles when Helen was “Stuff” and Lloyd was just her pal. We were shocked beyond wits when we found that the cause of the divorce case was that Lloyd had tried to elope with Grace Irene Blount, who was then an aesthetic dancer of New York, while Helen and the children were visiting Miss Madge Argabright who is a manicurist in Chicago. The time set for the wedding at Bracken was drawing near, so we hurriedly bid adieu and traveled on. As we were about five miles out of Denver we saw a party of suffragettes walking toward us and carrying banners. As we drew closer together, we ncticed two women in the lead, one carrying a large banner on which was printed in large letters, “Vote for M. Stoneman.” The name was familiar, so we slowed down to read their banners. We were interested in reading that one which had said, “Vote for M. Stoneman,” and also said, “A graduate of Auburn, Nebraska, High School.” Could it be our Mabel from the A. H. S.? Sure enuff! There she was as maiden-like and rosy-cheeked as ever, and walking by the banner-carrier, Carol Rogers. None of us had much spare time for the suffragettes had to be in Denver in an hour, and we were also in a hurry. About half way between Denver, Colo., and Alliance, Nebraska, we stopped at a little school house to get water for the radiator. And of course, to be polite, we stepped up to the door to ask if we might get some water. Just as we knocked, we heard a voice which seemed rather familiar, and it said, “Just be a nice boy now.” Well, when the teacher finally appeared it was no other than Marguerite Nelson cf A. H. S. She informed us that she had been teaching school while her husband was proving up on a claim not farm from the school house. We wanted to know the lucky fellow, and were informed that it was Glenn Culwell. She said they were prospering and she hoped to come back to Auburn in a few years to visit her old friends. 1 J)21