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

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aewi By Joyce Arens For the start of this poem you’ll want to hear Of the dear, happy days in the bygone year. And to complete it is the “class of forty-niners’’ Who, of this poem, are the true designers. First is Eleanor , who everyone knows Is a friend and leader wherever she goes. Her dress and hairdo is supreme — We all agree that Ellie’s sure keen. A whiz in math and honors, too His ideas are of a witch’s brew. In sports he’s super and lives in fame, Robert or “ Rumpky” is his name. Next is a blonde who is fond of fun, As our annual editor she rates an a- . Ambition — sitting upon the boss’s knee. Now, Dolores! Could it be? In history and government Ruth can’t be beat, As our vice-president, she’s all “reet.” In studying ability she rates pretty high At first glance she seems serious, but oh my! Next comes a tall lad with dark, wavy hair, Who has a clever , sophisticated air. He was elected class secretary this year, But marketing seems to be George’s career. For his variety of cars, Don is noted, As our class treasurer he was voted. Photography seems to be his ambition And we know he will try to fulfill his mission. Mathematics and Margaret seem to agree For she likes algebra and geometry. In her high school years she played in the band , I knoiv you will agree she surely is grand. Marilyn is known for her humor and wit, And in dramatics she’s just “It”. In personality and charm she rated an “A”, I’m sure you will agree that she’s 0. K. Beatrice was yell leader in her high school years, Now she’s the one who deserves the cheers. She has alwaus been known for her ability in art In school activities she surely did her part. One of Gerry’s characteristics is that she’s tall Rut she apparently doesn’t mind it at all. Her clothes are many and are always in style. To inherit them would be something worth while Our student manager now has his turn, He stole the show in “Brides to Burn”. In athletics lie aids the bruised and lame, You guessed it, Raymond is his name.

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By Marilyn Sauer Across the wide open spaces of the plains came our wagon train in the fall of 45.” Our chief trail blazer was Bob Moolenaar and his scouts were Don Fieldhouse, Ruth Speechley, and Byrne Sekema. We received our advice from Miss Gundy, who was well able to guide our journey to the west. On September 18, we were initiated as tried and true travelers by a passing caravan. Our wagons were decorated in blue and silver as we strove Forward Forever.” We stopped in Springfield and had a jamboree. As we journeyed on we met the first caravan and repaid them for their kind hospitality at the start of our journey. Andy Sytsma and Ethel Mae Hoffman decided to stop off in St. Joseph, Missouri to seek their fortunes, other than the gold which we were covet- ing. The fall of 46” found us again trekking over the country, with Marilyn Sauer as chief trail blazer and Margaret Zylstra, Ruth Speechley, and Eleanor Klip as scouts. Miss Gundy continued to map our trail across country. We hoped to find the best trail this year with the help of all girl guide. In Topeka, Kansas, Bob Bormann and Bob Dwyer joined our parade of gold seekers. On September 15 we stopped at Wichita, Kansas and had another jamboree. Ruth and Joe Speechley decided to leave the wagon train and go to Tacoma, Washing- ton, so we bade them farewell on December 12. Bob Moolenaar became a scout in the absence of Ruth Speechley. When we ar- rived at Salt Lake City, Utah, Lawrence Terborg, Eugene Belstra, and Bob Bormann left our group to go bear-hunting in the mountains. The year 47” found us in western Utah with Eleanor Klip as chief trail blazer as- sisted by Bob Moolenaar, Beatrice Streveler, and Bill Unzicker as scouts. Our faithful guide, Miss Gundy, was still with us. Betty Williamson, Joan McAndrew, Joyce Arens, Virginia Biggs, and Vivian Stalbaum joined our contingent in Elko, Nevada. In January we received our new buckskin outfits and our first taste of gold in the form of rings from a traveling salesman from Minnesota. Our group decided to be dramatic, so when we hit Carson City, we reined up and made camp. We entertained the folks that were resting there a few days, with a play which was called Brides to Burn.” The whole town was in an uproar with laughter and it relieved them of all their worries for a while. Everyone remembered April 2, as a day for laughter. As we neared Reno, Ne- vada, Vivian Stalbaum left the wagon train to seek a career elsewhere. In spring we met a wagon train of folks we knew, so we showed them a good time by giving them a banquet at a sleepy lagoon nearby. Thinking the prospects would be better around Los Angeles, Miss Gundy bid us good-bye and travelled southward. Every- one missed her guidance until 48,” when Mr. Hission consented to lead us cn our rush to the coast for our fame and fortune. Deraid Magers withdrew from our group at Virginia City, Nevada. In 48” Eleanor Klip continued her task as chief trail blazer, with Ruth Carter, George Konovsky, and Don Fieldhouse scouting along with her. We greeted and initiated a caravan of new- comers to the west in September. Getting that dramatic itch again everyone pooled their experience and entertained the camp- ers in the community with a play called Let Me Out of Here.” All the forty-niners agreed that it was a relief from the tension of continuous travel to see something comi- cal again. As the year went on and we neared our goal, we began preparing for our careers which we had been heading for, and put in an order for our tools which we needed to complete our task out west. Our plans are to stake our claims on May 25, 1949.

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Bryne was the proud owner of that car with the “New Look”, (Which I’m sure you’d never find in any ancient hook), He dates a different girl wherever he goes And is smartly dressed from his head to his toes. Demil is known for stealing a few snoozes In study hall, history class, or wherever he chooses. And in football he played pretty well, But what he will be is hard to tell. On Commencement night , coming down the aisle You are sure to see a cute little smile. I don’t think you will see it until You have spotted a little lad called Bill. Next comes Betty, our little lass Who loves to giggle in bookkeeping class. She is comical and full of fun And can amuse almost anyone. Wayne must come next, as everyone knows. For he follows Betty wherever she goes. In photography he is best in every way, He hopes it to be his career some day. A man of many inches, anil every inch a man, Kenny will nicely fit into some tall girl’s plan. A dignified role he was asked to play, But he is far from dignified any day. As “Sappy Sapolia” she made a hit For Joan is known for her frolic and wit. She is happy, contented, carefree, and gay. And is ready for fun any day. I’ve tried and tried, but to no avail To complete just this one little talc. One of the hardest things in life Is to write a poem about oneself. Not a care in this world to worry this lad, For he’s slow, easy going, and seldom sad, If of the anxieties of this life you tire, Believe yourself and sec Bob Dwyer Last, but not least in this line of fame Is a dark haired lad, Verlin by name. A constant friend and companion was he To Byrne and that grand ol’ Jalopy. Mr. Hission, our sponsor, was able and true As hr shared our failures and achievements, too. He was friendly, congenial, and ready for fun As he so ably guided each one. ITe bid farewell, dear DeMotte High, The “class of ’40” must say good-bye. Your cherished memories will bind each heart, As we may soon drift far apart.