Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-Eight—Scarlet and Green To Mr. Sievers, a pair of roller-skates to help his poor tired weary legs a bit in traveling up and down those dear old stairs from the gym, to the office. If necessary Mr. Sievers, we shall will one to your steno! also. To Mary Kathryn Fraser, Vendla Adkins position among the warblers. To George Cummings and Byron Gordon, Eads’ Blue Chariot. To Chris Simon, Fat Hacker’s overweight. To anyone who needs it, Ruth Beauchamp’s Gift of Gab. To Genevieve Harvey, Marie Burger’s typing ways. To Cyril Thornburg, Buckinghams’ “Speed.” To Lola Rebuck, Grace Brook’s “Wonderful Eyes.” To Avis Morton, Katherine Osenbaugh’s thorough knowledge of “Up to date Slang.” To Donabelle Davis, Lila Codington, Nina Burdette, the examples of all the Senior Class. We have proven ourselves quiet on all occasions. Sheer numbers ought to convert them. To Jean Rozean, Miriam McGrew’s charming personality. To Doris Umland, Elizabeth McKnight’s influence over the opposite sex, commonly known as Tha Lords of Creation.” To Delma Hacker, Claire Nelson's variety of hair dress. To Perd Handley, Paul Ead’s good understanding. To Irvin Dovel, Harlan Erisman’s “Shyness.” To Dale Skeen, Gerald Irvin’s “Bluff.” Apply early and avoid the rush. To Freshmen Class that is to be, any over-looked cuds of gum adhereing to the undersides of desks, bansters, assembly seats or any likely or unlikely places. To Helen Eads Catherine Rarick’s “Wit.” To Vivian Helms, Florence Curzon’s position as class gossiper. To Thelma Waltz, Mary Wrightsman’s “Curly Hair”, and extra abundance of lip-stick. To Inez Dovel, Lorine Gibson’s position as class pianist. To some benighted Freshman or anybody who will accept it as it is yet unclaimed. Sprout Sloan’s ability to tell funny stories. To Nadine Andrews, Stinky Davis’s studiousness. To Neal Andrews, and Berniece Sailors, all paper used by Ted Clark and Joe McComas in writing notes. To Dorothy Rarick, Lucille Kline’s extra “dates?” To Henry Feistner, Doc. Lutgen’s ability. To Jack Reed, Ruth Cowell’s “School Girl Complexion.” To Emmett Andrews, Help Erisman’s “Love of Adventure.” To Dana Nixon, Lawrence Wilson’s “overflow of business.” To Ruth Hawxby, Jew Foyt’s “A” grades in Biolgy. To Grace Moody, Stone’s shadow “Miss Maddox.” To Lila Codington, Violet Krueger’s smiles, the ones that make you happy. To “Spec” Lechliter, June Davis’ “School Boy’s Complexion.” To Margie Reed, Carletta Curtis’ temper. To Nell Higgins, Jennie Llewellyn’s position as stenographer. To Roger Drulinger, Lester Hampton’s “Fame.” To Dorothy Sloan, Vera Clark’s “Clever Walk.” To “Little Help,” big Help’s position at the old Ford wheel.” To Sass Spurgin, Mark Simpson’s thrilling romances.” To Silly, Neal, and Jack, the ability of Jay, Sprout, and Stinky to play basketball. We couldn’t get “Chink” to surrender his. To John Stevenson. Elmer Collins ability as business manager of the annual. IN TESTIMONY WHEREOF, WE HAVE HERENUTO AFFIXED OUR SEALS THIS THIRTIETH DAY OF APRIL, NINETEEN HUNDRER AND TWENTY EIGHT. (SEAL) SENIOR CLASS WITNESS: Margaret Hawxby. Page Twenty-seven

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Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-Eight—Scarlet and Green Senior Class Will of '28 We, the class of 1928, being about to pass out of this sphere of education in full possession of a crammed mind, well-trained memory, and almost superhuman understanding, do make this our last will and testament hereby revoking and making void all former wills by us heretofore made. First, we; do direct that our funeral services shall be conducted by our friends and well-wishers, our superintendent and his all-wise and ever competent faculty, who have been our guardians for so long, only asking as the last injunction of the dying, that the funeral be carried on with all the dignity and pomp that our worth, our merits, our attainments, and our position as Seniors must certainly have deserved. As to such estate as has pleased the fates and our own strong hands and brains to win for us, we do dispose of the same as follows: We give and bequeath to the dear faculty who have been our instructor in all the wisdom of the ages, a sweet and unbroken succession of restful nights and peaceful dreams. No longer need they lie awake through the long watches of the night to worry over our misdemeanors and shortcomings. We give and bequeath to our beloved superintendent, Prof. J. A. Jimerson, our deepest reverance and our heartiest gratitude. In an attempt at partial payment for all he has done for us during our High School life, we make over to him here and now a heavy mortgage on our future in the Great Unknown. We give and bequeath to the Auburn High School our tenderest memories of four happy years. Perhaps the happiest we may ever know and we voice the wish that for many, many years to come, may shelter just such carefree children as we, and may her influence be ever far reaching and continue to grow. Again we give and bequeath to our beloved faculty all the amazing knowledge and startling information that wa have furnished them from time to time in our various examination papers. Much of it we know must have been entirely new to them as it undoubtedly is to all teachers and students everywhere and as we feel such knowledge would throw a new light on the world of science and learning, the faculty is hereby duly authorized to impart such knowledge as they may feel the world is ready to receive. The following may seem triffling bequests but we hope they may be accepted, not as worthless things lavishly thrown away because we can no longer keep them but as valuable gifts to those who receive them and a continual reminder of the generosity of here displayed in our free and full bestowal: We also bequeath to our dear Mr. Jimerson, the balance in our class treasury to be used in buying a pair of rubber shoes for detective work. We feel sure he will be sure to need them in dealing with our successors. To Miss Marsh, our sympathy for the difficult task she had in coaching the “Junior Class Play.” To Miss Maddox, all the old “Whiz Bangs,” “College Humors,” “True Stories,” “Spice of Life,” etc., which she has enjoyed taking from our delectable Classmates. To Miss Roberts, all bugs, worms centipedes, and various other “Annuamals” left lying around by the class of 1928. To Miss Pumphrey, Elizabeth McKnight’s “Appetite.” To Mr. Higgins, all the sweet scented solutions, compounds, etc., left lying around the Chem. Physics labs, by “Jerry,” “Mike,” and “Chink.” Oh! we envy you Mr. Higgins! To Miss McCormick, Vernon Strole’s extra money bag to keep her diamonds in. Page T w enty - six

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T ineteen Hundred and Twenty-Eight—Scarlet and Green Qlass Prophecy One day as I looked in the hour-glass of time, I turned it twice ten years ahead: To see if the friends of my old H. S. days, Would be then either living or dead. And as I gazed into the crystaline glass, An exceedingly strange procession did pass; And I recognized them after wandering long. As those of my old Senior class. First there came a barber, With wonderous pompadour; And as he clicked his shears, I saw ‘Twas Karl Dressier, a friend of yore. Then came a dude with high silk hat And monocle so pert. He was dressed in the height of style. For Mark Simpson’s quite a flirt. A nun came next with pensive gaze, With rosary and small prayer book; And then from underneath her veil, Audrey Wolfe’s sad eyes did meekly look. A ballet dancer skipped along, With fluffy skirts and looks entrancing; And as she floated past I saw, ‘Twas Viola Duncan thus lightly dancing. Then came a man with downcast eye. As sad as sad could be; Earl Andrews love affair all came to naught And a bachelor lone is he. Then Ralph G. came so tall indeed, He’s a curiosity in a zoo; For every time he bobbed his head He one inch taller grew. Dick Penney is in prison, Though he’s not forced to stay; For he is now a chaplain. And all day long doth pray. A learned professor stumbled past, Ralph always studied much. And after much prolonged, deep thought, He became a teacher of Dutch. Now Ibi Me. has a title. And the social ladder doth mount, For she went over to Europe; And there she got a count. Page Twenty- eight