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

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WINNIE MAHONEY— FRANK NEMETZ— She hath no thought of coming woes, What did the Oracle of Delphi say? As trouble comes, so trouble goes. RICHARD McGHEE— There is a probability of succeeding about that fellow that is mighty provoking. WANDA KUZMICKI— Be good looking, sweet maid, and let who will, be EDITH CEISERT— A tall and stately brunette whose indifference to men is evident. WAYNE CUPPETT— He never lets his lessons interfere with his educa¬ tion. (Second Row) GRACE McKEON— The only way to shine in this false world is to be modest and unassuming. (First Row) FRANK COLLINS— By his drawl, ye shall know him. LOIS MEANS— The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed, And ease of heart her every look conveyed. 24

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MARGERY PATTERSON— A little labor with the oar Before you reach the promised goal. (Top Row) ROBERT MURPHY— My mind is my kingdom. BOB BARKER— Sunny streams run dimpling all the way. DOROTHY KING— She has charm And is quite gay. Always cheerful The livelong day. EUNICE FOREAKER— She leads in sports. JACK SHOTLIFF— He belongs to “Cox’s” army. BETTY LOU COX— Art has given some of its very own charm to her. (First Row) ISABELLE BORNS— They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts. DAVID PHILLIPS— ’Tis love that makes the world go round—with that look. MELVIN OLSON— O captain! My captain! 23

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URITH LUKEN— Providence provides for me and I am well content. (Top Row) MARY JANE SCHULTZ— She hath music in her soul. WELDON FRANKLIN— A face full of meaning and earnestness, a man of strength and a man of toil. PAUL MURPHY— Of no man’s presence he feels afraid. GRACE L. DAVIS— A gentle maid of rural breeding By nature first, and then by reading. BERNARD WECHSLER— What would the team do without him? ESTHER KRAUSE— I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am by seeming otherwise. (First Row) EVELYN CARDEN— And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity. THERESA ODORIZZI— Silence has become her mother tongue. VALENTINE PYSH— Long live the merry heart that laughs by night and day. 25