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

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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

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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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3 3 BE AVERSE “Just look at the picture on this page, ’Tis Ted, I do declare, Who flew across the ocean once Without a single care. “Bill Price, the amateur pugilist, Is fighting in the ring; And Art’s returning to New York Where he’s been asked to sing. “A1 is still with the Giants, He’s winning all their games, And Isabell’s among the list That Redpath-Horner names. “Rev. Gorr will preach tonight On the ‘Young People of Today,’ I think we really ought to go And see what he has to say. “George and Sara are on a tour Through parts of France and Spain, And Freda Sauler’s still a nurse Who keeps us all from pain. “Frank Kula, Professional Lawyer, Is trying some criminal case; And Lottie, a beauty specialist, Is engaged in transforming the face. “Edna Finch, sorority mother, Is having their annual ball, And Ethel’s getting ready To teach again this fall. “Judith is running a country store At Woodville, Nebraska, I’m told; And they say it’s really remarkable The number of prunes that are sold. “Freda Berklam runs the elevator That’s found in Judith’s store; They’ve been partners for some time, Perhaps a year or more. “Fein and Dorothy are keeping books And their wages quickly rise Just like Fleischmann’s yeast. “Ida Bennet has a hat shop Somewhere in St. Paul; And has styles out already For this coming fall. “Ah! Listen to this, my countrymen, ‘Pearl Diver Receives a Reward.’ ’Tis Roy, who rescued a string of pearls By jumping overboard. “Bernadetta captured a job At the Fontenelle hotel; Mildred’s at the White House Keeping books for Cal.” But here my vision ended, And I opened my eyes at last To find I had been dreaming Sweet memories of the Past. 1928 3 3