Attica High School - Crimson Yearbook (Attica, IN)

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- CRIIIMISON First Row Dorothy Bever Sylvia Pearlman Isabelle Johnson Nadine Jacobson Margaret Sheetz Avis NVood XVreatha Pearson Dorothea Oswalt Mae Brutus Lucille Hirsch Mary FFOIIIPI' Alice Benson Second Row Vera Julian Chester Towns Marie Lane Carl Larson Mary Margaret Andrew Francis DeSutter JUNIORS Rena Knowles Forrest Martin Margaret Riley Verle Strean Frances Swanson Melvin Harvey lilizabeth Cripe Edward Singer Third Row Hubert Lippold lidna Lanlnie Hugo Fromer listher Green -lflllll Fugate Ilelen Staley Harold Andrew Ogdon YYilson Samuel Singer Opal Hamblen l+lnunerson SOIIIHIPI y ille Ethel Lindburg Martin Geeding Fourth Row lfldythe Hayes Bonnie Smith Holice XVilhite Clifford Morgan H'innie Rogers Charles Muir Floyd Britt Lee Marquess Virgil Johnson Lester Eckhart Victor Holm Howard Miller Daniel Mahoney Lydia Brown Marion Brown Page 32

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CRIIMSON -- Huniw - h i- This, dear folks, is the class of twenty-seven. Now to shake your shoulders ain't no sin but the city police will surely l'l1ll 'tPeen'l in! lYho is the different looki11' big boy with the big boy A? Oh, Virgil, why the worldly lookAoh, excuse mesyou are their president. No fair tickling, Chet, stop it! or Sylvia's grin will stretch to her 63l'S. Why the terrible scowl, Emerson? Is it caused by the reflection of red hair or do you not like the sun fsonjvgirls is what you prefer? lVhat's wrong this time, Jack? Won't they yell or is it because Chet gets to sit by your Vera? And, Avis, why the cold shoulder? Surely lVreatha never abused you? Do we see noble Cicero among the bunch? Oh,no! It is only Hugo Fromer with a wise look. Harold, why be so offish? 'Fraid you'll be vamped? It is plainly seen that Lee is pining-for whom we wonder? And Frisco doesn't look especially happy. No won- der where's Iva? Lucille, don't be so partial with your hugging the other knee may get jealous! -N. J. 327 TWENTY-SEVEN Before you stand the 11oble class Of Nineteen-Twenty-Seven. Just look upon our faces cleanf?J You know we'll get to heaven. There's Sylvia, with smile demure lvuoll, kiss me quick, ma foolZ j And Louie Horst-you know him?-sure! tYes we love our Sunday Schooll The brightest of the bright, Gee, Vera looks so lonesome, too, tlVhere's my wand'ring Jack t' night? Pauline, what are you laffin' at? There's Emerson-so clevah! Virgil, comic opera star, Forget that kiss?-No-nevahll These callow youths illlfl brainless maids That now before you stand ' Will one day be great orators, ' Or play in some jazz band! Or movie stars and congressmen- And when they let us i11to heav'nt?J The finest in the land! St. Peter'll bow'n' say, 'tHello, great class of '27, ,Drop in-some other daylv -E. G., '27. Pais 33