Midland University - Warrior Yearbook (Fremont, NE)

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THE 1933 WARRIOR Maud Frazeur . . . Bellevue Mistress of herself though China fall. Ardith Gunnell . . . Benedict Yes. 1 like to play.basketball Kenneth HpiyMBER Fremont . lV S|»ri( r L »yj O,lathe. Kans. Barbara Ann Murphy . Fremortt Lonesome, that's all. Mae Olsen .... ' When I start teaching— Mark Rhea .... Arlin You-all should have been down yondfcr in old Virginny a while back. Francis Weihe . . . Fremont Do I get my publicity this week?”

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 { THE 1933 WARRIOR Genevieve Phelps Wahoo Short and to the point. Doris Robertson . . Nickerson “I'm going to be somebody's stenographer. Evelyn Robertson J criffijtr atjjjjVn Schultz i'll take dictati Ernest Sights . . . Fremont Sure. I've got a car but I'm not goin’ down teyvn?” Ruth Smersh .... Fremont Honey, I've got something to tell you. Gretchen Sweet . . Fremont “Sweet child. Betty Turner .... Valley Valley high school has surely degraded since I left. Erma Wassum . . . Tekamah Friends. Romans, gentlemen, judges— Philip Williams . . . Fremont May I post this DeMolay poster upstairs? Mary Alice Woodworth . Fremont But why is HsO water? Wilma Zimmerman . . Fremont No. I don't have a pull. One hundred thirteen

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WARRIOR v CLASS OF 1936 FIRST SEMESTER President..............Robert Wiegman Secretary-Treasurer Mary Kathryn Johnson Representative............. Dale Davies SECOND SEMESTER President.........................Dale Davies Secretary - Treasurer. .Mary Kathryn Johnson Hey. Old Father Time! Old Father Time!” we yelled as we stuck cur heads in all the rooms of the crumbling mansion of this noted old gentleman. We called loud and long but no old man appeared. Instead, a funny old lady, all shriveled and shaking, thrust her white dignified head out of one of the high mahogany doors. In a squeaky little voice she inquired. What causes you to yell so rudely?” Where is old Father Time?” we asked. She told us. meekly enough, that he was busy coaching the New Year and we couldn’t possibly see him. After much hesitation, we finally told old Mother Time that we had come to find out what the future of our class of 1936 would be. She looked rather dubious at this. Then, with a funny squeaky laugh, she said. “Oh. I know. You'll all be utter failures. You know this younger generation. Tch! Tch!” Well, this certainly wasn't very encouraging. We looked at each other sheepishly and winked. That might be what old Mother Time thought, but we'd show her! With this punch, we came back to Midland with determination. We had started out well. Our freshman class was the smartest class to enter Midland, at least in the last ten years. Our average intelligence quotient was 121. We didn’t tarry long over this distinction, however. We immedi- ately organized. We elected Robert Wiegman president. Mary Kathryn Johnson, secretary-treasurer and Dale Davies, council representative. Dale Davies became president the second semester. Oh. yes. the annual class track meet was coming soon. We fought valiantly that windy day—but those sophomores! Nothing seemed to stop them in the deciding event, scrim- mage ball. Nevertheless, this little comedown only served as a booster. We were really surprised to sec what talent we did have. Five freshmen. Holmbcrg. Lyman. Fuhrmcister. Nelson and Hampton, lettered in football. Presi- dent Davies lettered in basketball and a number of other freshies played on the championship team and the junior varsity. Gray Bream, a member of our class, won two first places in the Intercollegiate Forensic meet. Our first-year class was well represented in music, dramatics, journalism, ath- letics. debate and oratory. Just wait, we’ll outlive Mother Time’s prediction! ❖ One hundred fifteen