Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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ix K 3 N RUTII SCIIWARTZ I'm so scared someone is going to slam me about a fellow. ALEX SHEET These bright lumber jackets are so manly. LILLY SHEET Must l talk? JOHN SHOVERS J. Shovers. cartoonist. IMAN SIIOvERs ' His motto: All things come to him who waits. PAUL SROW The writer of kNlIo's Yvhou must have forgotten me. CECIL SMITH I am not in the roll of common men. CECIL SNEAD Such big ideas for a little boyl JEROME SOOTHILL I cawn't be bothered with the same one for more than a week. ANNA SORENSON Be to my virtues very kind, and to my faults a little blind. DOROTHY SPEER She speers them with her eyes. JOHN SRENCE I wandered here and there in the lields of Geometry. RICHARD SPERO From morn till night he works his tongue. RUTH STAUSS Ruth prefers cadets to high-school boys. ARTHUR STEAVPACII Helter skelter-hurry, scurry. FLORENCE STEELE Flighty Flo. ELMYRA STFHLICK Do you know Lester? Elmira does. LOUIS STRAND Six foot two, eyes ofblue-has anyone found him a girl? MILDRED SCIIUMACIIER Where there's a will, there's a way-H l say you can mix work and play! PEARI. SWENSON Peppery Pearl. JOSEPH SZYMANSKI Bluffing is what he can do, but room 29 is his Waterloo. LUCILLE THARINOER Lucille is a good cook. TEDDY TREGLAUN You should see quiet Teddy on Sunday night. RUTH UIJELL Tick tock, tick tock, sings the big time clock. EI.IzAI3ET1-I UVEOES Wonder if I'll ever catch up on sleep. FRED VAROA The only real he-man in school. GEORGE VOELZRE Our plump little butcher boy. JAMES WALsH J Oh, how I hate to get up in the morn- ing. JOHN WA LVOORD Everybody has to look up to me. ROSE WARTZOK .A good friend and a jolly neighbor. EDWARD WHFlELER Altho he Ylays the big fiddle, a sailor he would we. EVELYN WHEELER Keep cool. THEODORE WIIEIQNASZ The brains of Sturtevant. BOYCE WILLITXDKS YVhat will Bun do when she graduates? IIARRY WILSON A test? I'm sunk. ELEANOR WOOD She will talk tastl ELIZABETH WOOD If nobody else could, Lizzie Wood. MARY VIRGINIA WNRIGIIT I once was so demure and sweet, but now I think I'm quite petite. RUSSEL WURZ Let me use your drum. JEROME YANNY l know a hawk from a liandsaw. STELLA ZYZNIEXVSKI She sits like PlltlCl1CCtJl1 a monument.

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