Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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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

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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 Arthur B., the model boy; Who in high school long did tarry. Repented of his early deeds, And became a missionary. As Jay Stewart gloried in class fights, And in football won such fame; He became a mighty pugilist, With bright and glorious name. Lorine ana Vernon next strolled by; Dressed stylishly, quite fit to kill; For they eloped one fine spring day, And then went into vaudeville. A noted lecturer is Margaret H. She orated now on Women’s Rights; Her eloquence wins world-wide fame; She’s a leader in the sufferage fights. i Rutn B. was always noted, For editorial talents rare; So she went to the South Sea Islands; And started a newspaper there. Helen Martin married an aeronaut; So now she flew quite high, She drives her aeroplane alone. Way up into the sky. Now Floyd Williams was much too good; On earth with us to stay; His wings did sprout so great until, At last he flew away. Mary W. went clear to Europe; For a poodle of high pedigree; But homeward bound it fell overboard, So she threw herself into the sea. Florence C. became a sad old maid; She now lives quit alone; And because she loves all cats so much, She gives stray cats a home. Vendla A. carried a satchel small. Filled with instruments so bright; For Vendla’s a noted surgeon now, To cut folks up is her delight. Corinne Martin and Hal Paris were wed; So we don’t see her any more; For she lives in New York and has a fine house, And servants and riches galore. Marie Berger alas! Can never dance; Oh, what a hard sad life! Play cards nor go to picture shows; She’s a Methodist minister’s wife. Page Twenty-nine