Allen Township Centralized School - Dixie Yearbook (Van Buren, OH)

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:Ib -f'--HSEFQQF , -' nee. THE DIXIE C LA SS WILL We the Senior Class of Van Buren High School 1928 will present the lower clatsmen with the following wills. First, we present to the Junior Class our methods of concentration and good behavior in class and the desks near the windows. To the Sophomore Class we bequeath our good conduct, grades and graceful manners. To the Freshmen Class we will our ability to stick to our task, however diHi- cult it may be until it is completed. Robert Delo bequeths all his means of aggravating Miss Heckathorne to Albert Nebergall. Hazel Norris wills her gabble to Hazel Silveus. Orlo Burrell bequeaths his desk in the assembly room to Marjory Denton. Evalyn Beeson bequeaths her silence to Bernice Stanley. Morris Switzer bequeaths his hard work especially in school to Harold Kuhlman. Eleanore Poole wills her black hair to Irene Vermillion. Earl Hosman bequeaths his attentiveness in class to Lloyd Chavis. Mary Ellen Gallant bequeaths her spunk to Vesta Lindenman. Stanley Huntington bequeaths his chewing gum to Francis Ensign. Georgia Burman bequeaths her curls to Dorothy Switzer. Willard Ault bequeaths his studiousness in the assembly room to Raymond E' Edwards. Kathryn Roberts wills her blond curly hair to Violet Nebergall. Robert Ohl bequeaths his hobby for radios to David Neal. Elsie Goodman wills her typewriter to Gladys Stahl. Rudolph Fisher bequeaths his height to be equally divided between John Bene- dict and Robert Morris. Mary Miller bequeaths her noise and giggles to George Witherow. Ralph Switzer bestows his methods of making Literature Class bright to Cloyce Wolfe. And also his football shoes to Richard Trout. Blanche Beeson bequeaths her shingle bob to Flossie Norris. Laura Overholt bequeaths her good looks to Bertha Perkins. Orville Vermillion bequeaths his girl to Robert Keelor. Mary Mallott bequeaths her vocal solos to Alma Lyons. Howard Poe bequeaths his red hair and freckles to Robert Barnhouse. The Senior typewriting class bequeath their typewritering medals to the Junior Typewriting Class. As we are about to leave you we will to our lower classmen especially of '29 all our desks, powder puffs, chewing gum, candy paper, cough drops, hairnets, dates, films, paper wads, rubbers, ticket stubs, -old magazines and especially our school books. We hope you may prosper by all these generous wills. -Zelma Gorrell -Pearl Huffman Y. -W 1928-.. -..M 5 -11'

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.-. THE DIXIE.-.-.J-. SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY fb-24 frm S I was going from my office on Wall St. New York to the club, the idea lvl? H5 of visiting my former classmates struck me and I, as I knew of no way of spending a more enjoyable vacation, hurried home, packed my grips, and grabbed the first air liner for Ohio. The plane on which I was riding was a very large one. On gaining admittance to the pilots room, I recognized none other than Ralph Switzer at the controls. We talked over school days for some time, and before I knew it we were in the vicinity of Van Buren. Ralph slowed the plane so we might get a better view of the city. We were only about three miles above the earth and the tall buildings made flying difficult. We finally made a landing on top of a building, and were met there by Howard Poe, who as mayor, presented us the key to the city. With him were R. J. Ohl, an aged inventor, his wife, the former Miss Pearle Huffman, J. W. Ault, president of the Van Buren Savings and Loan Co., whose assets were three billion dollars, Earl Hosman, Chief of Police and Miss Hazel Norris, Chairman of the Cham- ber of Commerce. As I was accustomed to no larger cities than New York, I was quite lost in Van Buren. I accepted Mr. Poe's invitation to dinner that evening after which we went to the theatre. I noticed that the first act was entitled, The Two Marys. As they walked out upon the stage they were greeted by a tremendous applause and after they had sung a couple popular melodies, I recognized them as Mary Mellott and Mary Miller. The next day, after leaving the affairs of the town in the hands of his private secretary, Miss Elsie Goodman, Howard took me to visit some public institutions such as home for the feeble minded and the safety building. At the former we ran into Mr. Stanley Huntington who had gone loco, trying to invent mustard fenders for hot dogs. We stopped long enough at the jail to see two of the most notorious characters of the underworld, Mr. Morris Switzer and his confederate, Miss Laura Overholt. We then went to the hospital where we had the privilege of visiting the operating room and watch Mr. Orlo Burrell, Chief Surgeon and Miss Kathryn Roberts, head nurse awakening the brain of Orville Vermillion from hibernation in which it had been since his youth. As we were going back up town I noticed a poster saying, Vote for Blanche Beeson for Governor, and learned afterwards that she was running against her sister Evalyn for this office. In a vacant lot a medicine show was in progress and attracted by the speakers voice we stopped long enough to hear Rudolph Fisher expounding on the virtues of Fishers Corn Cure. We went a block further down the street and stopped to visit Miss Eleanore Poole who was proprietor of the town's largest pawn shop. While in the shop, we listened to a lecture, by Georgia Burman on business affairs over radio. She started her business career in the Commercial Club at the Van Buren High School. While awaiting a taxi the strains of Sweet Rosie O'Grady floated to my ear and seeking the source I spied Mary Ellen Gallant in a Salvation Army uniform singing. Zelma Gorrell was accompanying her on the bass drum and to this day I have never heard sweeter music. Suddenly I felt a jolt and on waking up I discovered John's feet playing a tatoo on my jaw for using more than half the bed. -Robert Delo 1928

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NF TTIE DIXIE CLA SS POEM We the class of '28 are very proud to sav, That we will have just 24, to graduate this May, Some of you d0n't know them all, these girls and gentlemen, I'll introduce them to you now, the very best I can. There's Rudy-he's so tall, and Willard's kinda plump, But we agree, in anything, they're not the kind to slump, The girls all flock around him, that's Orville our class shiek, And Robert Ohl is a radio fan, that simply can't be beat. Next comes Pearl with a sunny smile, and Zelma with hair of brown, Should you chance to meet these girls, a smile would greet you, not a frown Blanche and Evalyn, our class twins, do without them we could not, For when they play their violins, we're never ready for them to stop. Well Georgia's kept her long, brown curls, and Elsie's a friend true blue, 'Ihey're just the very type of girls, that will appeal to you, Mary Miller's our class beauty, who dresses so trim and neat, And Mary Mellott is a pal to her, with a smile just as sweet. Now Ralph is a football star, and Morris is very near it, And when a score is to be made, these boys are there to do it, There's Laura whose eyes are deepest brown, and Kathryn's eyes are blue, These Pals are fine in basket ball, I agree--do you? Eleanore's a studious person, with hair of raven hue, And Hazel is so peppy, and full of talk clear through, Skinnny's our basket ball manager, and Earl's a pretty good scout, In work or play, whate're it is, these boys will help us out. Bob Delo's a comical guy, while quiet Orlo is, Once they start to do a thing, they get right down to bizz, There's Mary Ellene, our blue eyed blonde, who fills us all with cheer, And Howard the President of the class, his duty he does not fear. All thru the long days we have toiled, Many books and desks we have soiled, In our long march to gain an education How we have struggled for those high marks of elation. Our books that deal with forgotten lore, These we have studied o'er and o'er. We have studied till nothing seems new. But we must be ready to fight life's battle thru, For now our schooldays are over, life is but commencing, With stern Fate and good Fortune around us defencing With our enthusiasm we may see the facts, Where one is gifted another lacks. And as the high school life we leave, Some feel as a prisoner with reprieve, While others are ready to enter life, Willing to stand under grinding strife. So let's' be cheerful with all we meet For life is something we can't repeat. -Mary Ellen Gallant -Ralph Switzer 1928