Horace Mann High School - Horace Manual Yearbook (Gary, IN)

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(Top Row) BOB CRAIG— In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow Thou’rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee There is no living with thee, nor without thee.” BETTY SCULLY— Should the whole frame of nature round her break In ruin and confusion hurled. She, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack And stand, secure amidst a falling world. For she who bravely meets the Annual fray Stands tried and tested for another day. CHARLES LUTZ— How dear to his heart are the Annual Expenses When a fond sheath of bills presents them to view, The Printer, Engraver, the Photograph taker, And every new item the sponsor could brew. The old Horace Manual, the loved Horace Manual The Horace Mann Annual, so finely put through. MARY ELIZABETH PARKER— Haste thee, nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, O ' er my desks so brightly go With thy light fantastic toe. And I pray thee leave with me The spirit of thy gayety. JACK DWYER— Lines written in the days that used to be Fit our good sport editor to a “T”; “He ceased, but left so pleasing on my ear, His voice, that listening still, I seem to hear.” (Second Row) VIRGINIA COLE— This lady fair, arranged the nursery, Those tiny bits we love so much to see; So well she did her task; with so much grace You’ll find no tear on any baby face. PAULA SHAW— Aided and abetted by efficient Rhea Paula’s hand ne’er faltered in her work of art, They drew all the pictures, while Bettie Lou With linoleum and knife, again did her part. So these three maids, so fine and clever Left a work of beauty and joy forever. MARY K. SCOTT— Cleverly she took the history Of each olden, golden time. Passed within these loved portals And molded it in rhyme. While she looks at you demurely From those modest eyes of blue, All the time she’s hatching up A clever verse about you, too. (First Row) DAVID RADEN— Said David to his friend, Keith Crown, Let’s sketch the teachers of fair renown And put them in our own Year Book Where he who runs and reads may look.” So these brave lads did that very thing, Let’s one and all their praises sing. JANET EDMUNDS— Meet the author of all that’s good or bad Solemn or witty, humorous or sad, That’s found upon these weighty pages. Knowing they’d live throughout the ages. She has chosen her words with pride and power And worked like a Trojan— ' most every hour. VIRGINIA CARSON— There was a sound of revelry by day A clitter-clatter of the ivory keys, A thousand words leaped joyously on the page As busy fingers tried so hard to please. This fair-faced damsel with the cherub look Typed every single word within Our Book. 18

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eiiLO A hope has been realized, a goal has been reached —Seniors at last! The time draws near when with mingled feelings of joy and sorrow, we must bid farewell to the ivy-covered walls which for four short years have sheltered us as we studied our Books. Here we had our fun, our interests, and our studies. With a treasure-chest of memories of our high school days, we soon shall go from Horace Mann fully appreciative of all that our instructors have done in helping us shape our destinies. BOB LANDECK— From every angle he measures up a scholar, an athlete, and a gentleman. RUTH BRENNAN— ' Tis passing strange that one so small Has charm and courage enough for all. FRED JONES— Emperor Jones—a democratic king of men! WINNIE WINSOR— A picture painted with the brushes of loveliness and intelligence.

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(Second Row) PIERRE FITZGERALD— Hollywood—here I come. VIRGINIA HUGUS— Variety is the spice of love. (Top Row) MARY ELLEN TUERFF— A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet. PAUL RANSEL— To what does talk amount? It’s really thoughts that count. JUNE TRANSEAU— With a heart like the moon, always changing; and always with a man in it. RUDOLPH SHERWOOD— My dear, can I help it if all the women run after MARSHALL STUDNESS— To behave or not to behave—that is the question. CAROL GASSER— Full of pep, full of fun, Carol’s a friend of everyone. (First Row) ANNE BARRETT— She’ll get by With a twinkle in her eye. BUNTY BAIN GLENN RAYMOND COOPER— She’s a dramatist of our age. You know I say just what I think; nothing more or Soon she’ll be on the legitimate stage. less. 19