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

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A U R () R A CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1923 of Hobart High School, do hereby make our last will and testament, and bequeath the following properties: First. I, John Hawke, bequeath my basketball ability to Hardee Allen. Second. I, Margaret Maybaum, bequeath my ability to hold offices to Max Brand. Third. I, Lois Tabbert, bequeath my vanity to Helen O ' Keefe. Fourth. I, Paul I’attee. bequeath my vocabulary to Stella Martin. Fifth. I, Herbert Peterson, bequeath my height to Emil Kegebein. Sixth. 1, Gertrude Freeburg, bequeath my “pep” to Martha Amlong. Seventh. I, Walter Tolle, bequeath my knowledge of English to Marcia Roper. Eighth: 1. Bessie Nitchman, bequeath my average of straight “A’s” to my less brilliant brother, Robert. Ninth. I, Emil Ewiglehen, bequeath my patent leather hair dress to Ralph Wall. Tenth. 1, Lacceetta Campbell, bequeath my “curly” hair to Bernice Jones. Eleventh. I, Mark Foreman, bequeath by “Olds” to my brother, Leslie. Twelfth. I, Mary Thomas, bequeath my ability to chatter to Arthur Bowman. Thirteenth. I, Jessie Joy, bequeath my knowledge in Ph ysics to Jean- ette Cavender. Fourteenth. 1, Wally Hoffman, bequeath my position as guard to my sister, Adelaide. Fifteenth. I, Nick Drachulich, bequeath my ability to “stall to Blanche Burge. Sixteenth. 1, Margaret Carlson, bequeath my Junior friend, Myrtle Krueger, to William Blaemire. Seventeenth. I, Emil Bartos, bequeath my pronounciation of “th to Miss Frageman. Eighteenth. I. Ruth Gill, bequeath all my powder to Ruth Wolkenhauer. Nineteenth. I, Harry Ryan, bequeath my gum to him who cares for it. Page twenty

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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

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A UR () R A Twentieth. I, Martin Struebing, bequeath my “speed’’ to Elsie Fifield. Twenty-first. I, Charles Gerber, bequeath my saxophone to Herman Wesley. Twenty-second. I. Harold Nelson, bequeath my straight “A’s” in book- reports to Harold Feltwell. Twenty-third. I, Owen Crisman, bequeath my ability to drive a Ford to Gordon Shore. We hereby nominate and appoint Principal E. F. Orr and Miss Frageman, our sponsor, to he the executors of this our last will and testament. (Signed) CLASS OF 1923. Witnesses : “Uncle Bill” Foreman Mr. John Francen. THE SLEUTH (Dedicated to A. D. O.) A shadow drifts across the glass, hich is framed by the swinging doors : Th ' assembly is a whisp’ring mass hen, suddenly — (thanks to the creaking floors,) A sound comes from the “empty” hall. Which startled some, and quiets all. The door is opened, just a crack, The “shadow” stands with pad in hand — While ' round the room, two eyes of black Search for the hiding, guilty band. And then, with slow and measured tread, He moves along the aisle; Nodding and turning his black-haired head, Wearing a crafty smile. Why does he smile while the rest look sad? He has lengthened the crime sheet — that ' s why he ' s glad. Page twenty-one