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

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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

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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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ol?---THE EPOCH,1927-ll---0 girl of a Wealthy old family and they are now living on Long Island. Pearl Miller got married and is living on a farm in Wisconsin. Ed. Simmons is a famous composer and violinist. At the time of my talk with Dorothy, he was on a concert tour over Europe. Harlan Long and Frederick Gordon went into partnership and own a large furniture store in Boston. This was a big surpriseg I could a lot more easily have imagined Frederick a haberdasher. Dorothy said she had just recently seen Inez Davies. She was unable to tell me why Inez and Tom were never married. Inez became known all over the United States through her dancing and impersonations on the Chautauqua platform. After we had talked about every member of the class of 1927, Dorothy made me tell about myself. I told her I had done nothing very remarkable. I have written a few short stories and essays and have made a few ad- dresses before Women's Federated Club meetings over the country. -Virginia Crowell, '27. H The Senior Class Fight On October 8, 1926, the people living near the school house were startled to hear a crowd of rufiians gather at the high school and imme- diately start fighting or scrapping among themselves. After watching them awhile, they discovered them to be the Seniors and Juniors quar- reling over colors. Earlier in the evening the Senior boys tied the Maroon and White on top of the May pole in the school yard. At seven, the boys and girls as well, gathered at the school house. The Juniors tried to take the colors down, but they were protected by the Seniors who were ready to pounce on any one venturing to climb the greased pole. Alene Adrianson, Ger- trude Crouch, and Lillian Smith arrived on the scene gaily bedecked in Maroon and White. These girls were immediately pounced upon by the Junior girls, and were almost exhausted when the remaining Senior girls came to the rescue. At eight o'clock, when Mr. Routh blew the whistle. the old Maroon and White was still resting easy at the top of the May pole. The Seniors then went to town and noisily made known their victory. The next day the Maroon and White was still in supremacy. The Senior girls made a large black wreath and placed it over the assembly door in due respect for the grief-stricken Juniors. 30: A LITTLE LAUGH A little laugh is like the sunshine, It freshens all the day, It tips the peaks of life with light And drives the clouds away. The souls grow glad that hear it, And feel its courage strongg A laugh is just like music For cheering folks along. -Virginia Ferguson.