Gas City High School - Epoch Yearbook (Gas City, IN)

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0 ---1THE EPOCH,1927L--- 0 U Senior Class VW!! I, Alene Ann Elizabeth Adrianson, will my fifty-cent marcel to Bessie Mae Lyons, and Gertrude Crouchls red sweater, which I have worn throughout the year, to her sister. It is in perfectly good condition, except that I spilt ice cream on the front of it. I, Gertie Marie Crouch, will my Citizenship grades to Bob Frank, that is, if he will laugh enough to keep them safely, my sweater tby re- questj to Dee Adrianson when Alene is through with it tit still has all the buttons. but is stretched a little bitl g and my secretarial duties for all the teachers to the highest bidder. The proceeds of the sale, if any, may be used for the library. I, Virginia Crowell, do in this, my last will and testament, bequeath to Rosanna Malott my friendship with Miss Jacoby, my ability to write themes and essays to Bessie Mae Lyons, and my standing in the Senior Class to anyone able to take my place. I, Inez Davies, will my ever-ready smile to Mary Bonewitz, my Essex to Bess Lyons, providing she takes Red,' Smith and me for a ride once in a While, and my diamond to anyone who can get it from me. I, Dorothy Ditmer, will my wonderful complexion to Erna Van Valer, my gentle voice to John Miller, and all my dates with high school boys to Louise Smithson. I, Howard Fite, will my ability to get into trouble to Jim Spurgeon, and my sylphlike figure to Harry Kimes. I, Fred Gordon, will my Cadillac to Howard Day, my friendship with Miss Zell to Dick Van Valer, and my smartness to any Junior who is able to keep it. M I, Charles Harris, will to Willie Williams my ability as a coming opera singer, my editorship of the Annual to Charles Ray, and last, but not least, my ability as a hurdler to Herbert Walsh. I, John Long, do hereby will my stubborn hair, lightning-like speed ton trackj and my ability to grow a mustache to George Eisenhardt. I, Pearl Miller, will my place on the honor roll to Jim Spurgeon, my long hair to Margaret Malay, my graceful walk to Dee Adrianson, and a few inches of my height to Geneva Walker. I, Robert Mullen, will my friendliness with Mr. Brophy to Bustotl ' Brown. He surely needs it. I, Edith Roberts, will my curly hair to Ruth Lewark, my graceful walk to George Eisenhardt, and my gift of speech to Margaret Malay. I, Merrill Ricks, will to James Wright my bashfulnessg to Everett At- kinson, my Ford, and last, to James Edwards, my art ability. I, Lillian Smith, will my ability to get Commercial Arithmetic to Biddie Groves, my head of beautiful hair to Esther Gritlin, my sweet disposition to Bess Lyons, and my love for a good time to Ida Lee Fish. I, Ruby Street, will my ability to look innocent to Esther Grifiing my shyness to Bob Frank, and my wonderful ability in bookkeeping to Florence Neiman, Mildred Crouch and Ruth Baker. Divide it up equally. I, Ed. Simmons, will my whiskers to James Spurgeon, my ability to look wise to Mutt Pratt, and my sunny nature to Mr. Routh. I, Al. Spurgeon, will my noisy heels to Dee Adrianson, who can tear up the assembly floors, my position as a member of the Staff to Charles

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o -THE EPOCH,1927----o H Senior Class History If you had looked hard enough four years ago, you would have noticed about thirty girls and boys fhardly more than babiesj enteringa great unknown-High School. It was a lark, we have to admit that, but Oh! how frightened we were at first, yet proud to be classed as high school pupils. As the weeks wore on into months, we grew more sure of our- selves, and gradually came to consider ourselves very important pupils in high school. Why shouldn't we! We were lauded before the assembly for our conduct, our industry, and our good grades. Even the Seniors were asked to compare their standing with ours. How hard we worked that first year! The fact is, we thought we had to, to get through high school. However, when we reached our Sophomore year, we fell into the ways of the high school kids and didn't work quite so hard. Not that we were lazy. Oh, my, no! But we tried to act sophisticated and important like the Seniors, and to us it seemed as though the Seniors never studied. We felt very superior to the Freshmen and smiled wisely when they got into wrong seats or forgot to go to classes. We came into our Junior year very happy and contented, ready to continue as before, but we found much work cut out for us. We needed money and needed it badly. The Seniors had to be entertained at the end of the year with a reception, and for receptions you need money. We sold candy, pop, and popcorn at the home games, had several markets, and a class party. With all of our efforts we had enough money to give a good reception, and we did. In fact it was the best Junior-Senior Reception ever held in Gas City High School. We admitted it. Al, our popular president, acted as toastmaster. Responses of various degrees of intelligence were made and wit flowed freely. - VVe have put on two class plays this year and through hard work we made each one equal the play given last year by the same people when they were Juniors. This was in addition to the fun we had rehearsing for them as well as putting them on. Do you remember, on the night of the play. when Fred's whiskers floated in the breeze, to the great delight of the audience, or when Howard, in his eagerness to do well, outdid himself by answering his own speech? Although our class has dwindled in number, we are just as strong as ever in spirit and pep. We have striven to keep up our good name by putting out the best Epoch ever read by the people of Gas City. In artistry. thanks to Ruby and her assistants, we have produced a thing of beauty. We Seniors have learned that to win, we must work, and as we worked to Win in high school, so we must work to win all through life.

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ol- -THE EPOCH,1927---l-lo Ray, and my ability as a track man to Glenn Brown. I, Al. Wilson, on this day of May, do hereby will the following: My ability to sleep, undisturbed the sixth period, to Harry Price, my music ability to Bill Williams, and my money to Bustoff Brown. I, Howell Nesbitt, will to Willis Hutchins my place on the Staff , my beautiful hair to Harold Pratt, and last, my aristocratic walk to Bill Dailey. All persons having been left anything by the Seniors of nineteen hun- dred and twenty-seven, please call for them at the High School building on the first day of June, nineteen hundred and twenty-seven. U Class Prophecy Every May brings back the year 1927 to my memory, and this year it was recalled more clearly than ever. One day while I was in a beauty shop having a marcel, a very dignified, gray-haired lady came in to have a permanent wave. She looked at me rather strangely, and then walked over to me and very graciously spoke. I had to look twice before I recognized Dorothy Ditmer, of our school days. After conventional greetings I asked her to lunch with me so that We could talk over our old school days in G. C. H. S. After we were seated at the table, Dorothy began by telling me she had married a Methodist minister and in traveling over the country with him, had seen many of our old classmates. She said she had spent a few days with Dr. and Mrs. A. Spurgeon. Mrs. Spurgeon was Edith Roberts when she was graduated. Al was class president and he has since become a great surgeon and is president of one or two hospital boards. They seem to be very happy. We recalled that the noted artist, R. Sturgis, was Ruby Street, art editor of our Annual. She has just attracted nation-wide attention by her exhibit in Chicago Art Institute. Charles Harris, editor-in-chief of our Annual, is editor of a big news- paper in New York. Many of his articles and editorials are syndicated. He attributes his success to the training received in G. C. H. S. Lillian Smith finally married Truman, and after several spats and quarrels they are living happily in Fort Wayne. Dorothy asked me to pay particular attention to the costume she was wearing. After I had admired it, she told me it had been designed by Gertrude Crouch, who I knew was famous as a costume designer. She has a very up-to-date establishment on Fifth Avenue and her creations rival those of Worth. Alene Adrianson, with whom I kept up a desultory correspondence for a few years, married Merrill Ricks, who has a flourishing brokerage busi- ness in New York. It seems that most of the members of our class migrated to New York. Howard Fite and Albert Wilson are exceptions, however. Howard went to San Francisco, and Al. stayed in Marion. Howard is working for the benefit and uplift of the Chinese. Al. is general-manager for the Lindley Box company. Although several members of our class have become wealthy, only one has become really rich, that is Howell D. Nesbitt. He married a Boston