Humboldt High School - Nokomis Yearbook (Humboldt, IA)

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:W-wr 31 T-L I CHIPS OFF THE OLD OAK Due to the depression, we, the senior class of 1932, feel we must practice the most rigid economy in our donations to you, our fellow students. After careful consideration, there- fore, we have decided to bequeath the following articles, knowing that you can use them to advantage. Royal Bennett-my ability to get dates to some one less fortunate. Lilian Arent-my profile to Thelma Olson. Esther Bakke-my tardy marks to Marjorie Helvick. Faye Berrier-my moustache to Glen Johnson who forgot and shaved his off. Geneva Baldwin and Rosalind Berkhimer-our undying friendship to Eleanore Paulson and Lou Ella Anderson. Roberta Bastian-my name QCharlotte Roberta Tomasia Marie Bastianj to Eva Neal. Miriam Burns-my curling iron to Lucille Fisher now that Virgil doesn't need it. Marjorie Chamberlin-my egotism to Lavcda Keller. James Coddington-my convict sweater to Don DeGroote. Marian Cook-my position as athlete's sweetheart to Lucille Crain. Helen DeSmidt-my melodious voice to Annice Blomker. Gladys DeSmidt-my out-of-town boy friends to Marjorie Munson because we think it's time she got a new one. Patricia Dunphy-my flirtatious eyes to Beulah Terwilliger. Mary Ennis-my pessimism to Betty Ross. Eunice Ennis-my giddiness to John Arnold. Florence Funk-my way with the men teachers to Agnes Locatis. Hilda Gullixson-my Bode reputation to Ruth Share. Maxine Lothian-my love affairs to Lena Poll. Anna Martin-my cosmetics to Joyce Hadyn. Esther McCollough-my Scotch temperament to Roy Benson. James Devine-my physics notebook to Grace Trauger. Georgie McMahon-my hope chest to Jean Wilcox. Beulah.Morgan- I refuse to bequeath my 'Skin' to anyone. Mary Jane Myles-my quiet, unassuming manner to Boyd Reasoner. Madeline Olson-my small feet to Eunice Gruener. Arlene Ross-my nonchalance to Edward Powers. Kathryn Ross-my undefeated record, of being the last one, to Virgil Smith. Virgil Giddings-my broad shoulders to anyone who wants a place to rest his weary head. page t1uenfy-two

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ww 4 ul' i L Us dl I j i i -9' 4 .ff ,. 9- ,f-1,1 - ' , H These seedlings were at that age of budding romances, when shyly adoring young hope- fuls with pink boxes of candy, sought recognition from bashful misses. And if these offer- ings failed their purpose, they were supplemented by luxurious bicycle rides or' an occasional date for the show. Thus began numerous childish infatuations. Earrings! What girl has not at some time wanted a pair of dangling earrings? These- junior high maidens were no exception. On a warm day in autumn, anyone passing by the Public Library might have been attracted by a very amusing spectacle. A number of small figures were busily rummaging through what appeared to be nothing more than a rubbish container. But what treasures were buried in its depths! An antiquated and discarded lamp shade proved to be the object of their interest. Not a mere lamp shade, but one profusely ornamented with gorgeous, though dusty, prisms. With a piece of ordinary wrapping cord, borrowed from the corner grocery store, the prisms were transformed into priceless jewels, which when correctly looped over the ears really produced a charming effect. However, wearing these at school had its disadvantages of which weight was the greatest and attrac- tion the least important. 'Twas just another evidence of growth. Barney Google, of international fame because of his prominence in the comic world, orig- inated a Sisterhood of Nanny Goats which was loyally supported by his numerous feminine admirers. The Humboldt Chapter, composed of a group of girls from this same class, gen- erously offered to entertain the annual Convention of the Sisterhood. However, due to in- clement weather and inadequate transportation facilities, it was decided that the gathering be postponed indefinitely. Saplings here and saplings there-saplings, saplings everywhere! Thus the seedlings were initiated into the halls of H. H. S. Green they were as the grass that grew, but after many blunders into senior class rooms and subsequent visits to room nine, they changed color, as- suming a blushing pink. Before long they were entering into all activities with an ardor equal to that of the upper classmen. As sophomores, they rejoiced in sweet revenge, causing the new freshmen frequent em- barrassing moments. Nevertheless, they soon became too occupied with their regular studies and extra-curricular work to indulge in such childish sport. Real ability was beginning to appear among these staunch saplings. In fact, they were furnishing real competition to the jealous upper classmen. In sports, in music, in literature, in public speaking, and in dra- matics they were well represented. Other strong sapling-shoots from neighboring groves came tumbling into this forest dur- ing their eleventh year of growth. They soon took root and reinforced the already sturdy young oaks. Both success and failure helped the oaks toward loftier heights. Stretching eagerly to full , maturity, they assumed the dis- H ' ' tinguished role of high school seniors. Shouldering new tasks such as the High School Regis- ter, the editing of the Nokomis, the production of the class play, not to mention the trials of physics notebooks, gave them added responsibility. Thus was the last year of their high school career. It is real-yes, very real, but now seems like a mere fairy tale. , Beatrice Serber and DOFYCC SCIIDOOI' Doggone Kids of By-gone Days page f1U!'llfy'0Il6' :C

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TW. .. t ,ii , . '-il -. V. -'1s,f:cLf Doris Rowe-my ring to Wayne Millward if he can recover it from the present possessor. Bertha Sampson-my pigeon-toes to Merle Johnsen. A Frank Gotch-my pull with Miss Braley to Horace Adams. Doryce Schnoor-my vocabulary' fpositively putridj to Norris XVogen. Lois Shepard-my sweet disposition to Bonna Lee Short. Beatrice Serber-my echo to Donald Cook. Mildred Smith-my wink to Nellie McFarland. Frank Nordstrum-the secret of my irresistible popularity with the girls to Loren Devine. Lenore Snitkey-my go-get-him ways to Bessie Myers. Florence Solbeck-my love for red hair to Gwen Edge. Clark Saxton-my ring to all the girls in high school to be passed around and kept in the trophy case between times. lone Tellier-my ability to say No to Betty Andersen. Winnifred Tellier-my yell leadership to some other windy person. Byron Shepard-my math. ability to Ernest Christiansen. Eilene Terwilliger- I couldn't possibly spare anything. Evelyn Van Gronigan-my ice truck to Irel Willet provided he uses it as well as I have. Robert Wittman-my stories to a committee of seven to be used at their discretion. Sibyl Westfall-my whistle to Henry Snitkey. He needs a new one. Irma Weyer-my glasses to Billy Watkins. If he wears them faithfully, they'll give him the same wise look I have. The class as a whole bequeaths its unbounded egotism to H. H. S. as a security against collapse in coming years. The senior girls leave to the juniors the front row in the auditorium. May they fight for it as we did. The ardent swains of our senior class donate their books of etiquette to the oncoming juniors and seniors to be used at the banquet of 1933. QSignedj Senior Class of '32 In witness whereof, our class, on the twenty-seventh clay of May, 1932, does seal this un- valuable document with the officialseal of H. H. S. Witnesses: The waterfall on the stage curtain. The venerable bitter sweet bouquet. fTwo more of nature's masterpiecesj . page f1ue11fy-three