Rensselaer High School - Chaos Yearbook (Rensselaer, IN)

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THE CHAOS -■ I, Dorothy Fletemyer, do bequeath my intense love for economics and civics to Rebecca Hall. If she’s like most people she’ll need mine to supplement her own. I, Bertha Korth, bequeath my shorthand ability to Evelyn Smith, hoping she may use it to advantage in taking and writing notes. I, Howard Randle, will my ability to get cups in minstrels to Harris Warner, my assistant. I, Elmer Baker, do bequeath my ambition to Harold Rishling. I, Isaac Marlatt, hereby will my power of argument to Jack Lane, though he really doesn’t need it. I, Nina Bishop, hereby bequeath my boisterous manner to Pauline Zea. I, Florence Caldwell, do will my good humor to Madeleine Wild. I, Cecil Comer, bequeath my shy personality to Bill Stockton. I, Maurice Courtright, will my athletic ability to Willard Washburn. I, Marion Biggs, do hereby bequeath to Roy Brandenburg my studi- ousness. I, Ruth Eger, bequeath my hope-chest to Lois Tanner. Maybe she can put it to use. I, Martha Keister, do bequeath Virgil Ware to any Junior who will remind him of me. I, Louise Norman, will my stupidity to Leon Kresler. I, Mary Patzschke, do hereby will the difficulty of spelling my sur- name to Annabelle Franscoviak. I, Edward Ramey, hereby bequeath to Ralph Hopkins my curly hair. I, Flora Halstead, bequeath my sweet and winning smile to Huldah Kilmer. I, Emma May Lowman, will my happy feet to Mr. Leroy Shrode. I, Pauline Hooker, do hereby will my boyish whistle to Helen Groom. I, Esther Hayes, hereby will my feminine personality to Gladys Burrell. I, Gertrude Marlin, hereby bequeath my imposing stature to Tuffy Ward. I, Marie Halsema, do bequeath my lilting laughter to Lois Branaman. I, Martha Putts, bequeath my hardwood skill to Evelyn Fletcher. I, Louise Carson, do will my history notebook to Mr. Strole as an example for his classes. 19 3 2 Page Uventy-three

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THE CHAOS ---■ CLASS WILL Being of sane mind, but expecting to soon depart from this school life, we, the Senior Class of 1932, wish to express our desires as to the dis- tribution of our possessions among those who have yet to live some months in this stormy existence. With our last breath, we entreat those concerned to respect our desires and fulfill them to the best of their ability. I, Phyllis Daugherty, do bequeath to Leota Masterson my petite being, with best wishes. I, Elsie Axen, will my blonde locks and green comb to Madelyn Spain, hoping she will profit from them. I, Gaylord Hershberger, bequeath my snappy playing on the hard- wood to Tom Yeoman, hoping he may be as successful with it as I was. I, Helen Hilliard, do bequeath my lack of avoirdupois to Elizabeth Ramey, for I know how much she has envied me for it. I, Robert Clouse, do will my ink-stained fingers to my successor in the print shop, and also a tube of ink remover, if he can find it. (I never could.) I, Virginia Shindler, do bequeath my sunny smile and shiny nose to Lucille Smith. (Remodeling done for a small sum.) I, Marcella Grant, leave my geometric ability to any student of Euclid and Miss Spencer who wants it and can use it. I, John Sage, bequeath to any or all Juniors the natural ability of all Seniors to talk long and say little. I, Francis Morrissey, will my hot cracks to Jess Blankenship. I, Kathryn Baumgartner, do will my brown eyes and the active use of them to Janet Sigo, on the condition that she give them back to me for use at school next year. I, Monica Smith, give my speedy fingers on the ivories to Bebe Wash- burn. This additional ability should make her capable of even greater accomplishments and accompaniments. I, Everett Morton, bequeath to Laurence Bauman my sweet and serene temper. I, Frank Kepner, do bequeath my farming experience and agricul- tural knowledge to Ellis Kelley. I, Mary Jeanette Myers, will my oratorical capabilities to Frances Murphy, and my uncovered talents to Jean Smith. 1932 Page twenty-two

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------ THE CHAOS JUNIOR C LASS HISTORY Mary L. Warner President Leon Kresler Vice-President Claudia Kruzan — Secretary Eleanor Long Treasurer Miss Kresler and Mr. Shrode Sponsors The old ship F. S. J. (Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors) started out with ninety-three Freshmen on board and the flag of ’33 hoisted at full mast. The first part of the journey was made under the guidance of Cap- tain Elsie Washburn. The number on board decreased as the ship sailed on. Another banner was hoisted, which signified the battle with the rest of R. H. S. (the inter-class tournament in basketball). Several of our old deck-hands won major and minor R’s. Some were members of the Rensselaerien and Chaos staffs. Some helped to put on the operetta, and thus ended the Freshman year. “All aboard, Soph-o-m-o-r-e-s,” calls Captain Sanders. “We’re off for another year. This year battles were a little harder, but we met them with more enthusiasm and came out with another banner on our mast for winning the inter-class basketball tournament. Mary L. Warner and Leon Kresler won the County Latin Contest in the Caesar division. Some of our members were taken into the Hi-Y and the Masque and Wig. Others starred in football and basketball. At the beginning of a new term the old captain called all hands on deck and Mary Warner was elected captain for ’32. Several Juniors starred cn the athletic teams. Members of our class partly composed the Hi-Y, Masque and Wig, Rensselaerien, Sunshine Society, and two were members of the Chaos staff. All hands put on the weird play “The Call of the Ban- shee in great style. The cannons roared and the sailors passed inspection for the biggest event of the year — the Junior Prom. Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main, Many a wintry wind shall blow, Over the stormy sea; Ere the dear ship F. S. J. Anchors for a farewell voyage in ’33. Page twenty-four 1932 ------