Marengo High School - Tiger Yearbook (Marengo, IA)

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Claude Noaker who is at present working on a perpetual motion ma- chine in open defiance of the opinion of the contemporary scientists, one of whom is Emmett Kelly. Present reports are that he seems to be accomplishing satisfactory results. There are also Virginia- Swain and Harriet Brown. Virginia is an assistant in the Home Economics De- partment at the State University of Iowa, while Harriet, who always fairly Hgobbled up mathematics is teaching it, in Belle Plaine. Really I always thought she would. But not all of our class chose such serious professions, for there are Donna Ady and Pauline Andrews, who owmn and operate the cutest little tea room in Denver. It is one of those charming little rambling cottages nestled in a thickly wooded hollow just around a bend in the road-one which has proved especially popular with tourists. But the person who surprised me most was Dorothy Royal, who is an in- structor of aesthetic dancing in Carolyn Putnam Crawford s Studio. As I sat there dreaming, my memory carried me back to my last visit to the Perkins Hospital, where I met Sadie Kuch in a regulation nurse's uniform which surely was becoming. She told me where the rest of our former classmates were. Adeline Meeks, she told me, is teaching the Fairview school just south of town. Flossie Schoetke is now a suc- cessful court reporter in Polk county, while Gail Bogear is stenographer in a lawyer's office there. Homer Patterson, she told me, owns a movie theatre somewhere in the West but she didn't know just Where, while Ora Stockton is the owner of a large ranch in Montana. I am won-- dering which he likes the better now, a car or good old Dobbin. But it surely was a surprise to find out where Charles Fels was! a student in Germany! there fitting himself for a professorship in this country. Good luck Charles! What a class that was'-all of them successful in their chosen work. Each year it seems dearer but farther removed. What a rare joy it would be if we might all meet again, if only for a brief reunion? But as that was impossible I cast aside my dreams and awoke from mv reverie with a start. The room was growing chilly. The dying em- bers were sending up feeble sparks, while outside the wind was still keeping up its lonely vigil. -KATHERINE MACLENNAN.

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Senior Prophecy The cheery blaze and the fitful flickering of the open fire threw hazy shadows far out into the room. The welcome heat penetrated my cold, chilled body, and it was with a sigh of relief that I sank into the cozy arm chair drawn up so invitingly to the fireplace. Outside the wind was shrieking mournfully as it fitfully blew the autumn leaves hither and thither or howled dismally around the corners. Inside was a peaceful stillness broken only by the crackling of the fire or the sudden falling of a burnt out log. Idly turning the pages of a recent magazine, I noticed that one of the stories was written by my former classmate, Marie Strub. The magazine dropped unno- ticed from my relaxed fingers as I fell to wondering where all my class- mates were. Some I had ,not seen since our graduation ten years ago. Some I knew were here in old New York. Just yesterday I happened to meet Roland White, who is a reporter for the New York Herald. He told me he had just finished interviewing Mildred Dutcher, wlho had re- turned from Europe that morning. Last night I saw the Novelty En- tertainers in which Darlene Akerman is reader, Claire Myers accompan- ist, and Norma Rumple violinist. It surely was a rare treat to see and hear them. It made me recall more vividly those glorious days in dear old M. H. S. It made me think also of those of our number who had remained in Marengo: such as, Willis Cronbaugh and Leo Torrance who are farming near Kostza: Lysle and Anna the proud possessors of a farm east of town, and Kenneth Rundall, the bookkeeper and partner of his father. It seems that the old animosity between Marengo and Wil- liamsburg has no meaning for Edith DeGood, for I hear that she has set up housekeeping in our rival town. The farthest removed of all of our class is Ruth Biggs, who is now a missionary in Tibet. I felt certain that she must be successful in that field for I well remember the interest with which she always held her audiences in our Public Speaking class. It was in this class. too, I remember, where Kenneth McCoy's ability in argumentation was first developed and which later has made him a successful lawyer. It is strange how the classroom characteristics have extended into later life. With what avidity William Slaymaker used to study Ancient History! For a period of about five years now, he has been expounding this subject to his suffering pupils. Then too there is

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Senior Class Will In the Hope of Success, Umhuml City of Marengo, County of Iowa, State of Iowa, U. S. A.: We, the Class of 1926, being of sound mind and memory, real- izing that we must soon pass from these spacious, tho' widely scattered, halls of learning, do make and publish this, our last will and testament, hereby revoking and rendering void all former wills or promises by us issued, as the idle wish of the hour or as the prattle of the mere children we must have been at that time. And first we do direct that our funeral services shall be conducted by our friends and wellwishers, our superintendent and his all-wise and ever-competent faculty, who have been our guardians for so long, only asking, as the last injunction of the dying, that the funeral be carried on with all the pomp and dignity that our meritland our patience in waiting all these months for the completion of the Carson High School, must certainly have deserved. As to such estate, as it has pleased the Fates and our own strong hands and keen minds to win for us, we do dispose of the same as follows: ITEM: We give and bequeath to the faculty, who have been our in- structors in the wisdom of the ages, a sweet and unbroken succession of restful nights and peaceful dreams. Four years with us has been a hard strain on them, for Seniors are said to be at all times and under all conditions difficult to manage. But they have all done their duty and now shall they have their well-earned reward. ITEM z We do give and bequeath to our superintendent, Mr. Shipton. our sincere affection. In an attempt at partial payment for all that he has done for us, we make over to him, here and now, a heavy mortgage on our future in the great Unknown beyond. ITEM: We give and bequeath to the Board of Education our sincere gratitude for procuring for us even such halls of torture as these large halls and undertaking par'ors for this our last year in High School. ITEM: We give and bequeath to the Class of 1927 the hearse, over