Chester High School - Ravelings Yearbook (North Manchester, IN)

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Class Will. . . . We, the Senior class of '37, realizing our unusual mental, physical, and social worth to the school and wishing our Alma Mater to advance even after we have gone, being of an unquestionably sane mind, do hereby make, ordain, and publish this our last will and testament. To our most beloved Faculty, we the Senior Class, will a carload of corn salve for the headaches they have suffered in deciding our deportment grades. To the Juniors, Mr. Shanahan’s complex microscope so that they may see the lower classmen next year. To the Sophomores we wholeheartedly will our sincere desire that they may not always be as now. To the Freshies we will plenty of patience to wait, before occupying our respect- ed and dignified positions. I, Arden Westaver, will my ability to bluff to Arlene Garber. I, Ruth Runkel, will my use of the Office scales to Ruth Bush. I, Virginia Sell, will my quiet and retiring nature to Edna Heeter. I, Walter Ahlfeld, will my ever-enlarging vocabulary to Eileen Metzger. I, Arthur Gable, will my ability to date in public to Daniel Hartsough. I, Mildred Emerick. will my freedom of speech to Sister Maxine. I, Her8chel Merritt, will my mischievous personality to Thomas Ebbinghouse. 1, Thelma Odum, will my diamond to Mary Ellen Alexander so that she may keep keep up with her sister. I, Bette McClure, will my pleasing voice to Richard Felabom for future yelling. I, Thelma Conrad, will my tooth-pick figure to Olive Kissinger. I, Dwayne Royer, will my spare time at intermissons to Jot Freeman. I, Louise Foster, will my blond locks to Jennie Smith. I, Max Shock, will my school girl complexion to Carl Heater. We, Bonita Michael and Dorothy Blickenstaff, will our prospects for being “Old Maids” to Madelyn Bush and Rosemary Robb. I, Agnes Harrell, will my possession of two class rings to Maude Esther Grindle. I. Ward Schroll. will my friend. Daniel Hartsough, to any Junior who needs a pal. I, Edna Zimpleman, will my future as a house wife to Kathryn Blickenstaff. I. Dolores Rager, will my dark eyes and hair to Wilma Clark. I, Arthur Ohmart, will my quaint growth on the upper lip to Ivan Mote. I, Royal Neher, will my monotone voice to Mr. Grossnickle’s future debaters. I, Harold Morford. will my thunderous tread to Stewart Hippensteel. I, Velma Heeter, will my daily walks to school to Lois Spacy. I. Paul Beaver, will my appendix to Dorothy Shanahan. We, Ruth Smith and George Airgood, as the tallest girl and boy in our class, will our height to Evelyn Mallock and Wayne Collett respectively. I, Helen Bechtold. will my snappy eyes to Donald Gable. I, George Winebrenner, will my poor circulation, which makes five coats neces- sary, to Marjorie Partridge. 1, Ruby Gump, will my Florida tan to Virginia Ulrey. I, Georgia Ulmer, will my “A” in penmanship to Arden Tayloi. I, Ralph Warren, will my devotion for “the one and only girl” to Jack Reiff. I. Margaret Little, will my glances toward the rear of the study hall to Dwayne Ulrey. I, Marguerite Scheerer, will my ability to walk on spikes to Ruth Protzman. This document will be, but should not be forgotten, so we hereby nominate and appoint as executor, Jack Richards, who shall preserve this by placing it behind the fourth brick south of the third brick west of the second brick below the first office w indow. In witness whereof we do here place our hand and seal this fifteenth day of April, Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-Seven, A. D. THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1937 Witnessed by: INKY Room 103

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Class Colors:— Royal Blue and Silver. “Inky,” the pet kitten of the Senior Class, has unraveled the ball of events and fond memories that “Father Time” had wound about the past school year. After duly spanking Inky ani dep iv- ing him of his cream for a week, the Annual Staff attempts to wind the thread of time up again in the Ravelings of ’37.

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Class Prophecy . . . Inky, the mischievous kitty, is in trouble again, but this time he has punished himself. It all began one evening when we were at staff meeting. Walter Ahlfeld, the editor, wound up a mechanical mouse and sent it scurrying across the floor. Inky sighted the mouse and hurried after it. He w’as just ready to pounce upon it when he toppled over a pedestal upon which Lady Fortune’s crystal was resting. The mouse was forgotten as the crystal crashed to the floor, and bits were scattered in all directions. A piece landed before Inky, who gazed at it a few moments and then scampered away. His departure was unnoticed by the staff members, for we were hurriedly picking up and collecting the scattered crystal. By chance, Bette McClure saw Paul Beaver as the champion Skii-jumper in Sweden. This revelation immediately led to an exciting game of discovering the fate of the other class members. We saw Velma Heeter, a model of the Lady d'Wayne Shoppe on Park Avenue, dining with George Winebrenner. He was representing Nebraska at the annual meeting of the International Potato Grow- ers’ Association. Just before we dropped the bit of crystal, the hostess of the lunchroom came to the table. She was none other than Marguerite Scheerer. Another bit of crystal revealed a conversation between Arthur Ohmart, a successful Chester Township farmer, and George Airgood. We listened a few minutes and discovered that Arthur as president of the local Farm Bureau wanted George to give a speech at the monthly meeting. George remarked that his work as manager of the Sidney Wanzer Milk Plant near Servia left very little spare time; however after much insisting on Arthur’s part, George finally consented. In a gray piece of crystal we saw Ward Schroll, towing a damaged auto in Bunker’s Junk Yard, where he was chief mechanic. The owner of the car was a Wabash society matron, the former Miss Helen Adams. She had been munching an ice cream cone in an attempt to keep cool. However the blistering afternoon sun had an ill effect on the cream, and in trying to prevent the spotting of her white crepe gown, she tossed it aside and in doing so had lost control of her car. The Bippus telephone operator, Viriginia Se 1, was seen in her daily gossip with Helen Bechtold, dietitian of the New Salem Cafeteria. In a sturdy brown chip of crystal we saw Indiana’s two United States Senators, Dorothy Blick- enstaff and Edw'ard Gilbert. Senator Gilbert was known as the Hoosier Huey Long, while Miss Blick- enstaff had gained fame by championing the rights of women. These two had lately introduced a bill requiring all boys to be taught to cook. A china blue crystal revealed Mr. Shultz resting aboard his private yacht, The Beulah. His secretary, a former pupil, Agnes Harrell, came out on the deck to take dictation. Between their sips of lemonade, we discovered that Mr. Shultz was accepting the appointment of U. S. Ambassador to Cuba, and he with his family were enroute to Havana. In a piece of crystal we saw Dolores Rager among bolts of plaid, dotted, and flowered crepes. She. as the head saleslady at Marshall Field’s branch store in Laketon, was aiding a former school- mate, Ruth Runkel Lewellyn, to select material for a new dress. Ruth wanted the dress for the street fair at Urbana, south of her home. The piece of crystal that Thelma Conrad discovered under the table leg showed two gentlemen playing golf. The one was Water Ahlfeld, the brilliant Wall Street financier, who was known for his clever investing. The other was Mr. George Merkle, who was the National Athletic Director of the Y M. C. A. We watched the game a few moments and concluded that Mr. Merkle could have won if his mind had been on his shots instead of the book he was reading. When he reluctantly laid it aside to putt, we saw the title, The Autobiography of Shakespeare (Edith). In another fragment of crystal we saw a charming divorcee, who had won favor with Baldwin, the Prime Minister of England. A piece of crystal lying near by was Ditto . With one accord we concluded that the two pieces had revealed the future of the two Thelmas, still the same in name, costumes, and behavior. Mr. Shultz discovered a portion of the crystal in which it was very difficult to see, as electric wires and magnetic currents formed a labyrinthian maze. Finally we were able to distinguish Royal Neher and Mr. Joe Shanahan, two famous physicists, at work. They had recently invented the Wonder Scales which would weigh a person only as much as he would wish. By the demand of the fat ladies these two gentlemen were awarded the Nobel Prize in 1950. Imagine Miss Book’s surprise when she gazed into a yellow chip of crystal and saw herself at a wrestling match. It seemed she was a librarian in Chicago and had gone to see Max Shock participate in the ring.