Garrett High School - Aeolian Yearbook (Garrett, IN)

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AEOLIAN And do you know of George Hershberger’s prowess? Why, he’s lion tamer in the greatest circus; And traveling with the troupe in great array, Is Violet Tourney, champion horse-rider of today. But say, I’ve some information to impart About Kenneth Pomeroy and the girl of his heart. They are living in Auburn, blissfully content, Kenny, they say, still on love messages bent. Helen Herbolsheimer has quite a station, She is devoting her life as a politician. Harold Kistler is a manager of the highest rank, All Basket Ball records his champion team sank. And in athletics from the Class of ’23, There is still another who has astounded me, Runt Longbrake at Harvard has been a star, And has escaped from the Gridiron without a mar. Miss Rettig has for better or for worse Been acting in Garrett as city nurse. And Walter Higgins is famous in the electrical line, Inventing remarkable machines of the time. Essie Utter is married and happy, they say, While Aneta Treesh is a poetess of the day. A fine young man was Edward Tuck, I should like to congratulate him on his luck; In Chautauqua he ranks as high as the skies, Giving “Little Brown Baby with Sparklin’ Eyes.” Now last but not least comes the clown of the school, Who in a lunatic’s asylum plays the part of a fool; With clever gymnastics, the crowd she entertains, And makes life happy in unhappy domains. To Miss Helen MacDonald this honor befell. Thus to me this sad news Mr. Withrow did tell. The Class of ’23 has proven it’s fame Of succeeding quite well in this life’s game. “THE SENIORS” “The Seniors; The Seniors;” so stately and so tall We honor, we trust them; we love them one and all. They are the upper classmen; the leaders of the crew; The crew that goes to victory, for the good old Maroon and Blue. They help to make the team work as effective as can be; They help to win the pennant, did this class of twenty-three. They did it all unselfish and kindly, too, I’ll bet; They stayed it to the finish and won’t give up just yet. We have won the battle in the prime of life, And we’re ready to enter the world of strife. So here’s to the good old Seniors; whether in the battle or not, You’ll always find them leading or helping an awful lot. —NORVAL WITHROW, ’23. 23

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;£OLIAN SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY In the year nineteen hundred thirty-four, I was musing when came a loud knock at the door; A fine young man, whom you all know, Came for a chat; by the way, it was Norval Withrow. He came to inform me of the news of the day. When I asked how he was, he said he was “O. K.” The first bit of scandal he unfolded to me Was of Miss Thelma Clark’s great brilliancy; In the musical line she has no peer; Likewise John Fulk as an electrical engineer. Since we had started so thoughtlessly We decided we’d just discuss the Class of ’23. There was carol Martin, nee Addington, you know; ‘‘Kenny Martin was the lucky man,” said ‘‘Nonie” Withrow. And say, before I forget, let me tell you the latest, Beb and Gabe have been dancing with the greatest, Attempting to break the endurance record Have been more successful than any, I heard. Of school teachers our class has a right to be proud; Would you believe it (I musn’t say it so loud), There are five most successful and fine. Miss Depew and Miss Trimble in the grades are divine, Miss Breeze and Miss Stewart in High schools take line; While Miss Long, Supt. of Podunk Center, Has earned quite an honor which should be sent her. Norval paused for a moment then asked me, Of the band who played for us so valiently. I told him that now they were quite the stuff, No longer does Kenny, Pipe or Rusty bluff. Kenny, with his specialty, “Kitten On the Keys,” Pipe, the prohibition officer often sees; While Rusty, with the box in one hand and his horn in another Thinks of himself, and of no other. They have a companion, a manager that’s a brick, Of course you all know it’s Willie Haverstick. Yesterday in the Chicago Tribune, was a name, That in this year has attracted great fame. It won’t take much thinking for you to surmise That it was Viola Wagner who won the beauty prize. And while we are talking of the stage and that game, Miss Virginia Bass is quite a leading folly flame. I interrupted Mr. Withrow with a bit of information, Telling him of Cecil Bogear and his enviable station. He is an ideal Santa Claus at Marshall Field And quite an influence in that store he wields. Miss Fern Cook is a prosperous farmer’s wife, And is quite content to be out of the strife. Right next door on a fine estate Lives Thelma Dawson, now a Doctor’s mate. Mr. Withrow then took up the conversation By saying there were other folks of elated station. Both Mr. Elson and Miss Maggie Loomis in Grand Opera excell, Any newspaper of their triumphant success will tell. By the way, I said, I was shopping today, And Orlo Gephart was right in my way. I knew him at once, he said, “Pardon” no more, But I detained him and learned that he now owns a store. 22

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