Hobart Senior High School - Memories Yearbook (Hobart, IN)

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V U R () R A HERBERT PETERSON If you were walking down the street And it was your chance of fate To meet a tall young athlete — It ' s “Pete, ' ’ our orator, so sedate. MARY THOMAS A little girl our Mary is. But she ' s always “smilin’ thru;” The merry twinkle in her eyes Bids others just smile, too. EMIL BART OS Emil came from New Chicago To secure an education. We often wonder where he’ll gq Just after graduation. JESSIE JOY Jessie Joy, the black haired lass, Who continually says, “I don’t care — ” Even when a hoy she does pass Tilts her nose up in the air. Paye seventeen

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A URO li A WALTER TOLLE Walter Tolle, our yell leader, Is very graceful on his toes. Mis favorite tune, “The Old Gray Mare,” Goes with him wherever he goes. BESSIE N ITCH MAN Bessie Nitchman is constantly singing a song And willing to do what she can. The report goes now that before long She’ll make happy some lonely young man. OWEN CRISMAN Small of stature, Owen is, And hails from Deep River. He never misses school a day, For he drives his “old man’s” flivver. MARGARET CARLSON Margaret’s full of vim and pep, For work she is a bear; But often in the corridor She ' s found touching up her hair. Page sixteen

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A IT R () R A CHARLES GERBER Charles Gerber is our question box, And our basketball center, too. “Success to you, ‘Chuck,’ old fox, May you win in all you do.” WALLY HOFFMAN Wally Hoffman, with her spit curl, Enjoys to make things funny — For example, no matter of whom she’s fond. She ' ll always call ’em “honey.” MARTIN STRUEB1 N G “Marty’s” quiet, calm and steady; In his work there’s no delay; But with constant, fixed purpose He does his work from day to day. BY WHAT THEY ARE KNOWN Wally Hoffman — “Oh, I don’t know.” John Hawke — “S’more of your business.” Bessie Nitchman — Well, I don ' t care.” Nick Drachulich — “W ell, but take in consideration”— Lacceetta Campbell — “You tell ’em.” Emil Ewigleben — Whoisheee ! ! !” Lois Tabbert — “Say, kid.” Charles Gerber — “Well, I meant” Paul Pattee — “A regular felatious infelicity.” Page eighteen