St Edward High School - Beaver Yearbook (St Edward, NE)

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 g%e BEAVEPJSv, 3 c, I, Lottie Hazlitt, having a care-free disposition, will to Martha Sauler my disposition along with all my left-over beaux. I, M. E. L. Jackson, beng very popular, bequeath my ability to date basket ball stars to Lulu Nelson. “It” helps you. I, Frank Kula, being a Polander, do present my Ford to my brother, Louie. (Keep it in the race, Louie.) I, Alice Lister, will to Kathryn Masten the right to receive Valentines from the popular Senior boys. Also the privilege of editing the Maroon. I, Theodore Morris, being a typical red-head, will to Audrey Nelson my beautiful hair. Also the privilege of dating other red-heads. I, Alfred Mahon, since I now wear No. 13s, I will all my outgrown 12Vis to “Toad” Weed. I, Gordon Matzen, being of a studious nature, and having a winning way with the girls, bequeath my sex appeal to Emil Nelson. I, William Price, will to Max Knudsen my place on the basket ball team. (Don’t let your big feet bother you.) I, Judith Peterson, being the bright member of the American History class, bequeath to Martha Sauler my notes. Please use carefully. L Ilene Saunders, having perfected the art of vamping all popular boys, will to Alice Sauler this art. Chewing gum helps enchant them. I, Everett Rapp, leave to Clyde Stillinger all the paper wads I have thrown. (You’ll find lots of them back of radiators and on the stage. I, Freda Sauler, being of a romantic nature, will my “Merchant of Venice” notebook to Maybelle Keeshan. P. S. Love and cherish it. I, Gertrude Sauler, having a way with the teachers, bequeath to Marie Webb my knack of getting “A’s.” Politeness helps. I, Arthur Weidner, bequeath my ability as a yodeler and a singer to anyone capable to follow in my footsteps. (We suggest Donald Shaeffer.) I, Ethel Wheeler, having a thorough knowledge of everything, bequeath my notes on all subjects to Ellenora Reardon, as I have no further use for them. Item 6. Having no more use for our earthly goods, we leave them all to John Hood. We ask him to take good care of them as they would burn easily if not taken care of. We appoint our sponsor, Miss Zella Scriven, as administrator of this, our last will and testament. In witness whereof we set our hands and seal this 1st day of May Our Lord, 1928. SENIOR CLASS OF S. E. in the Year of H. S. 1928

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—9 ' cl2?rhe BEAVERS Slagt ffiUtU anit (Erstamrnt C) We, the Senior class of the St. Edward High School, county of Boone, state of Nebraska, being sound in mind and memory, wise, sane at times, and about to pass out of existence to the great beyond, do make, publish and declare this to be our last will and testament: Item 1. We wish to give back and return to our beloved teachers the knowledge, advice, and information that they have so kindly given to us, in the hope that they shall feel repaid. Item 2. We give and bequeath to the Juniors the seats on the west side of the assembly. Also the right to observe Senior Sneak Day as we have so appropriately done. Item 3. We give and bequeath to the lower classmen all excess knowledge, old equipment, and anything else they can find, to be used to their best judgment. Item 4. We give and bequeath to the subordinate, incoming Freshmen everything else they can find to be used to the best of their ability. It might be helpful to look under seats and in desks. Item 5. I, Aubrey Allen, having ability to play all musical instruments, bequeath to Patty Sullivan my job as pianist. I, Freda Becklam, will to Alberta McGaughey, my ability to vamp a certain redheaded Freshman. I, Ida Bennett, being of studious nature, bequeath my ability to hand in my notebooks promptly to Lillie Nelson; you should use this to good advantage. I, Bernadetta Callahan, dedicate my affection for the opposite sex to Mary Saulsr. I, Eldon Cross, will and bequeath to “Tiny” Fonda my excess weight and extraordinary habit of overeating. This is a trait to be proud of and must not be taken too lightly. Also my responsibilities. I, Mildred Carlson, will and bequeath to Mildred Arney my place in the Senior Normal Training class. Also my grades. I, Fern Condreay, will my ability to chew gum to Clara Bolz. You will find a good supply under my desk. I, Roy Cumming, will to Lawrence Kealy my ability to make dates. An old Ford should help in this undertaking. I, George Curtis, will to Blaine Webster all I know about American History. (You didn’t receive much, Blaine.) I, Dorothy Engel, will and bequeath my position as Maroon typist to Dorothy Pearson (if you are foolish enough to take it). I, Sarah Ellis, will to Aradelle Huffman any boy in high school except “Abe”. I, Edna Finch, bequeath my chemistry notebook to Verna Grossnicklaus (You should receive “A’s.”) I, Isabelle Grieg, bequeath to my brother, Virgil, my ability to give humorous readings. (Keep it in the family, Virgil.) I, Ernest Gorr, will and bequeath beauty and form to Margaret Nelson. Cherish it dearly, Margaret, as it should be of great use. I, Floyd Hall, will to Floyd Nieman all the tacks I have sat on this year. Their sharpness increases with age. 1928 3 £

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c ?S%e BEAVEP w-----------------------------------------9 Stratus of tltr Armors From behind that fantastic curtain of sleep A vision confronted my eyes; At first with a tremor of fear and of awe, But later with only surprise. Music that beckoned with a soft tenderness That my heart could not resist, ’Till I followed those musical echoes Through a cool and magical mist. Dumbly and wistfully I looked above Where a worn-out sign was placed; Mr. Allen, our music master, Were the words which my vision traced. For a moment I stood spellbound. Then slowly I walked down the hall; Till I heard a high pitched voice That resembled a hoot owl’s call. I was conscious of the odor of onions, Mingled with codfish and kraut, And within the open door An elderly woman bustled about. The elderly woman beamed on me As she turned from her skillet and said, “I’m Miss Jackson, the landlady here, Where hungering mouths are fed. “Come into the dining hall, my dear, And I’ll have you meet our group; They’ll all be present but Everett Rapp. Poor fellow has the croup. “He makes his rounds each morning And looks at every trap, But this is the one and only time That he’s been off our map. “Ah! here is Alice you must meet, Who writes the Love Lore page. And satisfies the wants and cares Of almost every age. “It’s Dugan that I think you hear Rushing down the hall; He sells a tonic to grow hair Upon a billiard ball. “Here’s your place at the table Beside of Gertrude Sauler. Stenographer of the Blacksmith shop, Please meet our evening caller. “You notice that alert-eyed man That sits back by the wall ? Well, that’s our star detective. Whose name is Floyd Hall. “‘Well, Ilene, how’s work today?’ Perhaps I shouldn’t mention, But Ilene has a queer fly trap She calls a new invention. “ ‘Please hand me that paper, Gordon, You’re through with the market now. And even though you leave the farm You’d better keep your cow.’ B 1928 S