George Washington High School - Monument Yearbook (Cedar Rapids, IA)

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Let's Give 8400 A Hand Four flights up-by the tracks-room 400. Few realize its importance in get- ting this book out. Just a few. Miss Witwer knows. So do we of 400. Smeary, paint-covered hands. Splat- tered wash-room. Adjustable desks. Blackboard done in vivid Chinese. Globular li gh ts swinging from long chains in sooty breezes. Ranks of ma- nilla paper. A tin bucket and an old vase arranged artistically in front of some crumpled paper. The balcony, from which the smell of scalding wax emerges. Batik work. A boy frowning over a messy sketch. Two girls with .sticky brushes-rubber cement. Door opens and Cookie brings in some an- nual supplies. Great sheets of gray cardboard. Mr. Zeman looks up and sighs with relief. On Way back to pa- per cutter, he's stopped by a lad who asks, What ails this fellow's arms? They don't look right! One girl leaves on errand to get more glossy prints. Paper cutter bites noisily into gray sheets. Cedar workers' workshop! With Apologies To Gilbert, Sullivan And Shafer I am the very model of a modern high school student , I'm not so well acquainted yet with mat- ter's mathematical I'm very fond of whispering and doing I cannot learn equations, neither simple things I shouidn't I seldom care for work that will require much thought or energy nor quadratical But about the latest dance step I am teeming with a lot of news I never seem to get the grades my par- Although I really do not know the ents do require from me. square of the hypotenuse. Drift Bits Caught ln The R. R. Tracks Mosied slowly into ol' W. H. S. No usual din. Wondered Then I remembered. Ah yesg assembly At the Paramount. Fine building for our Entertainment. Better show our Appreciation And Turn up The Seats! Made up absence today One Hundred Ten In 208. Five-fifteen when I left building. And even then As I passed, A luster-haired, laughing-eyed Lady Stayed later Helping a Perplexed pupil with his Geometry. -And gladly, too. Guess she deserves Our Respect.

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Washington In Capitals is for Walt Kinch .An all around lad A is for Annabel The best to be had S is for Shoemaker A musical frill H is for Harman Who sings for a thrill I is for Ivanhoe Must know him to pass N is for Norene A blonde with much class G is for Gertie Torgeson's the name T is for Thompson A speaker of fame O is for Ora Mae A red headed gal N is for Jim Nance Our athletic pal W Why I Am Don Newell: I even got my lessons once, and the teacher didn't call on me. Jim Shafer: No smoking on account of opera. Alberta Johnson: I thought I had Mac nicely tied, but there were stronger ties that bound. Jeanne Curry: I have a little sister who is inches taller than I. Jerome Gearhart: Mr. Lavell doesn't appreciate my wise cracks. Betty Kehne: I've tried and tried, but I just can't tell which Barger I'm going with. Bill Hughes: I can't seem to make Miss Leven really care for me. H is for Howard Cherry With such a sweet way I is for Ignorance Which never holds sway G is for Gouldin Yvonne's a sweet miss H is for Hungerford Who giggles with bliss S is for Sallach Who argues forever C is for Culver Who'll orate on the weather H is for Harmony That floats from 200 O is for Oboe On which Hughes has thundered O is for Old Long our school has sat L is for Love Spring winds tend to that. A Pessimist Bob Hunnicutt: I've lost three books, and they are going to make me pay for every one of them. Virginia Ohmann: I can't shed Ches- ter, even by being cruel and rude. Marcella Heal: Every time I ask a fellow to a party, they call it off. Miriam Ogburn: Sam is only a tenth grader, which isn't so good. Mrs. Green: My permanent wave re- fuses to grow out. Norma Glass: Just when my super- sophistication act was going over big, I had to stub my toe. Paul Kelty: No one seems to appre- ciate my Grade A personality. Rachel Austin: I'd much rather look like Harlow than Bette Davis. One Hundred Eleven

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In The Spotlight Spotlight Number 1 rests on a good looking lad about school whom you probably know whether you like it or not. It's a not where teachers are concerned. He has himself a swell time all through class by whistling, talking. jumping up and down, pounding on the desks, and even bursting into song if the occasion warrants it. He has one of those cheerful natures that refuses to worry about anything. He dresses well, and is particularly fond of his grey suede shoes. It is only right that Spotlight Num- ber 2 should rest upon a boy who has earned the limelight ever since he has been in high school. Not that he seeks publicity, you understand, but after all, when a fellow is chosen president of his class time after time, when he had the lead in the Senior play, and when he can play a cornet divinely if too often, he can't expect to hide in dusty corners. It may sound impossible, but even the teachers seem to like him, which IS something. We havesdecided to expose the most sarcastic teacher in school with our third spotlight. He has an answer for every economic ill in the country, and he doesn't mind telling you about it. His classes are sort of half-and-half affairs, half the time you are roaring at his remarks, and the other half you are feeling properly inferior before his wis- dom. If you haven't yet guessed who he is, we'l1 let slip one little remark that will identify him immediately. All through class period, he runs around the room like a monkey in a cage, ges- turing wildly. Spotlight Number 4 is particularly welcomed by a certain red-headed little Senior who hopes to have more of them in the future. That is, if she can 'decide whether to be an actress, a playwright, a poet, or even a musician. The one thing she is sure of is that she is am- bitious and loves Garbo. She occasion- ally imitates the latter with a low gut- tural voice and shirts and ties. She has a few choice imitations which she will perform if properly coaxed. We can't decide whether we like her best as a fish or a monkey. Spotlight Number 5 shines on a honey of a person. She is quite lovely to look at, sweet, and comforting to know. The way she manages to drill mathematics into the thickest skull is an art in itself. If you happen to see a bunch of boys around a teacher's desk, you may rest assured that it is hers. Her hair is very white, and her eyes are very blue. She gets our nomination for being one of the grandest persons that ever lived, and we rather think you'll second the motion. A Hard Week The week had gloomily begun For Chuck McKim, a poor man's Sun. He was beset by bills and duns And he had very little Mon. This cash, he said, Won't pay dues I've nothing here but ones and Tues. A bright thought struck him and he said The rich Mary Jane Martin I will Wed. But when he paid his court to her She lisped, but firmly said, No Thur. Alas! he said, then I must dieg His soul went where they say sands Fri. They found his gloves, his coat and hat A coroner upon them Sat. One Hundred Nine