Garrett High School - Aeolian Yearbook (Garrett, IN)

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MAURENE HOUSER. She answers puzzling questions, That make us sit and wonder; For in all her recitations She never makes a blunder. FRANK KEEN. Track 3. Glee Club 3. Debating 2-3-4. You cannot call him bashful; You cannot call him bold. He goes to school to learn What e’re he can be told. VERNIE HOUSED. This little girl is a country lass, As bashful as she is wise. If she has love affairs, she’s never told, Though we might all be surprised. FRANKLIN LEHMBECK. Business Manager Aeolian. Fooot Ball 1-2-3-4. Basket Ball 4. Base Ball 3-4. Vice President A. A. 3. He covered his school days With one great bound, But they say, the best fruit Grows nearest the ground. Page Twelve

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ERMA GRIFFIN—Calendar Editor Aeolian. If ever a hasty word she spoke Her anger didn’t last, But vanished like tobacco smoke Before a wintry blast. THELMA HAWVER. You wonder who this lady is Whose face you here behold. The strength of mind she does Possess Cannot in these few lines be told. VONELL HEFFELFINGER. Vonell’s from the country; She’s proud to own it, too. You just ask her and she’ll say: “A country boy will do.” HAROLD HUGHES—Class Poet Aeolian. This lad who is tardy every day A druggist longs to be; That’s why he’s always searching out The reason chemically. Page Eleven

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u Al (A) MARLOW MANION. Editor In Chief Aeolian. Foot Ball 2-3-4. Basket Ball 4. Base Ball 3-4. Vice President of Class 2-3. Always up and on the go Every day he’s full of pep. He’s on the road to Congress, Progressing step by step. MAURINE LITTLE. Photograph Editor of Aeolian. Glee Club 3-4. This Little girl’s heart, so they say. Belongs to a sailor boy far away. Her “Hobby” is the deep blue sea; Her dream, a sailor’s wife to be. FERN MANN. Fern isn’t so very big; She doesn’t seem to care; She always wears a middy suit And ribbons in her hair. VIRGINIA PATTERSON. Snapshot Editor Aeolian. Secretary Class 3. Orchestra 3-4. Glee Club 3-4. Basket Ball 4. If once again the gods were to come To earth to make selection, From all us mortals they would choose Our Pat—She’s near perfection. Page Thirteen