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

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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

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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 U R O R A A HANDSHAKE WITH OLD ' 23 As 1 sit before my fireside, my thoughts begin to fly. Swiftly and softly back again to dear old “Hobart High.” In the dying embers now before my eyes I see Lovely visions and pictures of the class of ’23. On a load of hay sits “Abie,” captain of this farm convoy, Then whom should I see before me but our dear old Jessie Joy. And next upon the scene appears a lonely barber shop — Behind the counter I see “Chuck,” that studious old top. And after that appears a book, the latest of the day, And Ruth Gill is the author, I am very glad to say. Martin Struebing and Walter Tolle, after that as orators came, And also Gertrude Freeburg, of universal fame. And next appears a bungalow, in the doorway there 1 see Our lovely Bessie Nitchman bestowing love on Anthony. And then the scenes are changed ; and in a pulpit high Harold Nelson I see preaching, why we should tell no lie. And after that comes Lois, and Wally, too, is seen, 1 notice them to be — behind the movie screen. My flame dies lower, and amid the logs I see A happy traffic cop, ' tis no other than Pattee! Then next appears a statesman who always loved to talk, And when my flame leaps up again, I recognize John Hawke. And next a cozy business room comes forth upon the scene; And Margaret Carlson and Maybaum are only to be seen. My flame dies lower, but upon it Nick Drachulich appears, Denouncing trusts and corporations without the least of fears. A progressive farmer, Owen Crisman. 1 observe has come to be. W ho deals in stock and cattle of highest pedigree. And then Mary Thomas, a domestic little girl, Is found content within a home; not in society’s whirl. And then comes Mark and Emil, jewelers rich and proud, And after them comes Harry, with laugh both long and loud. Then Pete makes his appearance upon the flickering flame, And Lacceetta — she s not Campbell — but she has another name. My firelight dims and soon goes out, and I am left, you see — ithout those chums, those pals of mine — the class of ’23. Page nineteen