Demotte High School - Keen Keener Yearbook (Demotte, IN)

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Til lie is the girl with lovely dark hair. Eyes that sparkle and a complexion rare. Just mention a boy or two that she knows And you’ll make her blush as red as a rose. Now lets see, who is next on the list, I rather not mention her, but if you insist. She has reddish-blonde hair, most seem to agree. Can you guess who? Why yes, its me. Jean Hoffman has a complexion fair. Disturbed by freckles here and there. Very little time for boys she finds. Now, did I or didn’t I fibb in that line? A lass I’m sure you would like to meet Is Lucille Hudnall, who can’t be beat. Someday she hopes to find her joy By winning the heart of a Senior boy. After Anne graduates she plans to go higher; Will learn to be nurse, her earnest desire. And so Anne, our class sincerely wish you A life of success and happiness too. Maurice Oliver has a quiet way But in history class, has lots to say. With skin so brown and hair so dark In this world, he’ll make his mark. Richard, a boy who tried and was able To raise a mustache like that of Clark Gable. Tall, dark and handsome all girls do agree. His greatest ambition is to join the army. Martha Pruis, gay like most girls. Has pretty blue eyes and many curls. But how, all we girls would like to know Can she like the subject. Bookkeeping so? Brown hair, brown eyes and very mysterious. Always wears ribbons, has a laugh delirious. The editor of our paper, a job which was hard. We show our gratitude to you Esther Ruisard. As an editor, he did quite well. As a classmate, we think he is swell. In all activities he sure did his part. What is his name? We call him Art. (Continued on Next Page) Page Twelve

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Senior GIgAA. Poem By — Gertrude Dykstra Attention Everyone! and please make way For twenty-five patriots of the good U. S. A. I’ll try my best to describe to you Each member of this class of “42”. First of all I would like to write A verse of our sponsor and he’s “all right”. Mr. Stephens, who came in December, A coach and teacher we’ll always remember Next on the list is a girl called Charlotte. To our class she means quite a lot. She’s short and stout, as you can see. And when there’s work she’s like a bee. Pretty as a flower and sweet as the dew, Never says anything without a giggle too. She has not an enemy I am quite sure. A friendship with Eileen will long endure. Marvin Bernard, our class president. To West Point, he plans to be sent. Who is his girl friend? I don’t know. In making his mind up he’s rather slow. In his ninth year he came to our school. He’s quiet, good and minds the rule. Malcolm Boezeman is his name. An excellent star in our basket-ball games. Hear her voice once and forever you’ll linger Near Marilou, our sweet little singer. To someday sing in opera is her one aim. We wish her luck and lots of fame. Now about Inez I’ll write a line, She’s the girl who has quite a time To concentrate on studies instead of her thrill The one and only, true blue Bill. Kenny. I must say is a friendly chap. Never wears frowns, but smiles on his map. And those who w r ill meet him are sure to say Now there’s a fellow that is “okay”. Why Goldie is called Goldie I can’t see. Her hair is so brown, as brown could be. Her cheeks are so rosy and spirit so gay. And with all boys she sure has a way ( Continued on Next Page) Page Eleven

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Marcella Swanke is short and dark. Has eyes that twinkle and give a spark. Don’t worry, Marcella, about height that you lack For valuable gifts come in small packs. Another classmate of whom we’re fond Is F.dith. the girl with hair so blonde. She’s rather quiet but loves to tease. Tells her jokes with the greatest of ease. Johnnie VanKley, our big blonde Dutch boy In our class, has added his bit of joy. His smile is so big and actions quite silly. In short explanation “We think he’s a dilly”. Jeanette VanderPloeg. I like to say Is very friendly and always gay. Confidentially, we’ll keep it no mystery She likes bookkeeping like I do history. Frances is tall, and dresses real neat. Thinks that Basket ball can’t be beat. Not only my friend but Lucille’s as tvell. Truthfully, we all think she is swell. Elizabeth. I can say is a quiet little lass. And whom we consider an attribute to our class. Charlotte and her you can never part, Their little friendship comes right from the heart. I’m really worn out thinking what next to WTite, But I can’t leave out Fred “Oh not on your life”. Not in subjects does he float to the top. But as a classmate, lie’s the cream of the crop. And now to our teachers and classmates too. We must bid a sad “adieu”. Proud we feel and why, you can guess. For we will graduate from the D. H. S. Page Thirteen