Rensselaer High School - Chaos Yearbook (Rensselaer, IN)

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CHAOS WILL D We, the Senior Class of 1934 of the Rensselaer High School, being still alive, but near the grave, do hereby make our last will and testament as follows: I, Velma Hershberger, will my quiet nature to Harry Bell because I’m sure he needs it. (Comma.) I, Ralph O’Riley, will my interest in Nub Hemphill’s Pool Room to Kent Smith. (He’ll have to come in the back door, too.) I, Mary Hill, will to Wilma Smith my flirtatious ways. I, Thomas Parkinson, will my stature to David Beaver. I, Marcella Kanne, will to Alice Blake my curly hair. (Eat bread crusts.) I, Francis Potts, will my manly physique to Jasper Shaffer. I, Martha Kresler, will my will-o-the-wisp affections to Norval Rockwell. I, Rabin Pullin, will my power to sway an audience any way but my way, to Charlotte Myers. I, Anne Michal, will my athletic ability to Donna Wright. (Don’t overdue.) I, James Reed, will my Henry Ford special to Winifred Burrell. (The automobile is slowly replacing the horse.) I, Mary Morton, will my cigar lighter to Smoky McGee. (Saves matches.) I, Elwood Samuel, will my musical guffaw to Lois Lish. (El Basso.) I, Barbara Pullin, will to Beezie Hayes my artistic aptitude. I, Edwin Shoemaker, will my red thatch to Red Lowman. (That’s the color of a different horse.) I, Doris Putts, will to Frances Murphy my winning way with men and hope that she will profit by it. (P. S. — I didn’t.) 19 3 4 Page nineteen

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CHAOS etASS OF 34 On Sept. 2, 1930, seventy-two furtive-eyed Freshmen were admitted into the stately structure of Rensselaer High School. Little “Waddy” Warner was elected president, with Miss Phipps and Miss Hershman as our class sponsors. After much voting, we chose our class colors, gold and black. We gained little recognition in our Freshman year; but when we be- came Sophomores, the class began to show what it was made of. Many of the boys won letters in football and basketball. Some of us even got letters for being such good talkers (debaters, you understand). We won places in the Masque and Wig, Sunshine Society, Hi-Y, Future Farmers, practically all the organizations in the school. Some of the members were in the operetta, “The Count and The Co-ed”. During the first two years the class was outstanding in Latin and Geometry. We sent con- testants to the district Latin contests and to the stat e Geometry contests. Our ranks increased to seventy-seven in the Junior year. Notwith- standing the fact that the class lost its money in the bank, we managed to put over, without any doubt, “the best ever” prom. The Junior play “Diggin’ Up the Dirt” was a huge success. We have come to our last year in our high school career. We look back with pleasure over our past record and feel that we have contributed a great deal to the school and that the school has contributed much more to us. We also have a feeling of regret and sadness when we think of leaving forever the place where, in a great measure, our characters have been molded. Jeanette Rowen re s Page eighteen mu 19 3 4

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CHAOS I, Raymond Spurgeon, will my way with the hawgs to Herbert Straw- bridge. (Soooo — that is not Ed. Wynn.) I, Lora Elizabeth Rhoades, will my gift-of-gab to George Hawkins. (Be sure to gargle, George.) I, Robe rt Strawbridge, will my dancing career to Glen Toben. (Count to yourself, Toby !) I, Jeanette Rowen, will my studious ability to Frankie Hoover. (How- ever, you can’t have it if you go to English Lake.) I, Janet Sigo, will my WEST-ern ways to Mary Ellen Kirk. (It’s all in knowing how.) I, Harris Warner, will my ability to write good jokes to Tom Hoyes. I, Jean Smith, will RAND-le to Georgianne Daugherty in hopes that she will become one of his fans. I, Ray Wortley, will my place on the football eleven to Ben Edwards. I, Doris Strickler, will my ability to excell in intelligence tests to Bill Thompson. I, Virginia Thompson, will my nick-name “Grade” to Lucyl Beaver. (You can’t be too careful.) I, Jean Wagner, will to Marybelle Phegley my habit of sitting in a coupe by the school house till time for class. (That is; if she can get Kurtz in the car.) I, Catherine Zimmer, will my failing of being late for school to Owen Lutz. I, Waldo Taylo, will my craze for the fair sex to Bud Rhoades. (On second thought, he doesn’t need it.) I, Barbara Sands, will my typing knowledge to Fern Gaines and hope that she may be as successful as I. (More successful, I hope she makes 76.) I, John Utsler, will my bookkeeping ability to next year’s 4th hour class. (Correction: they won’t want it.) Page twenty 19 3 4