Rolla High School - Growler Yearbook (Rolla, MO)

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CLARA DRESSENDOFFER. Bright headed inside and out. ARTHUR KERR. Baseball, '12, '13, '14. Track, '12. The Master's hand which to the life can trace the airs, the lines, the features of the face. ETHEL CASE. Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit. '

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VELMA BULLARD. The worst fault you have is to be in love. WESLEY J ONES. Baekeftball, '13, '14, 1 Baseball, '12, 313, '14. i . All Worldihlevesh a' loveri. ' ' 'r PRUDENCE CHAPPELL. The iolliest, happiest, sort of a girl, and a friend to every one. ' '

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Senior Class Ixlistory. Y N2 Y Our Senior Class is composed of ten girls and five boys. Six members, Gwendolyn Arthur, Ethel Case, Dixie Harris, Wesley Jones, Ottilie Krue- ger, and Grace Livesay, started together in the first grade. In the sixth grade We were joined by Clara Dressendofer and Sarah Lenox, in the eighth grade by Samuel Arthur and Prudence Chappel, in the Freshman Class of the High School by Helene Graber, Arthur Kerr and George Rhoades, and in the Senior Class by Velma Bullard and Walter Scott. During the years of our Public School life we constantly looked forward with considerable longing, not unmixed with fear, to the time when we would enter High School. How We envied the care-free Freshmen, the striving Sophomores, the studious Juniors, but most of all, the pensive Sen- iors! Was not this the height of our ambition, to some time be able to say, I am a Senior? When, finally, we said farewell to the Public School, with what mingled feelings of pride, joy, curiosity, and fear, did we greet our initiation into the mysteries of High School work! Our fears were real- ized in that first year of Freshman Work. O, how hard and difficult it seem- ed at times, and sometimes the question presented itself to our minds, is it worth while? But I suppose the thought of some day being a Senior spurred us on to renewed efforts, and a determination to accomplish the task before us. I once observed a boy carrying a basket of laundry up a stairway. The basket seemed rather more of a burden than a boy of his size should carry. Iasked him, Is not that basket too heavy for you? He replied, Oh, yes: it is quite heavy, but I am nearly there with it now. I just have to take it to the first landing. He would carry it two or three steps at a time, then set it down and rest, every now and then glancing upward at his goal. Ours has been a similar experience. We sometimes stumbled under our self-imposed burdens, but always at such critical times we would receive worlds of encouragement from parents and teachers, and again take up the loa . History not only discusses individuals and their deeds, but also portrays character, and this I shall now proceed to do, to the best of my ability. Reflecting upon the present Senior Class, I asked myself, was there ever such a well-balanced class before, and could one hope for another such a one in the future? For the class was aiected, as a whole, by the seriousness of George Rhoades, the drollness of Arthur Kerr and Wesley Jones, the ex- treme energy and excitability of Ethel Case and Clara Dressendorffer, the calmness of Sarah Lenox and Velma Bullard, the sunny disposition of Gwen- dolyn Arthur, and the good humor of Dixie Harris. In marked contrast to Wesley Jones, who was always getting into trouble, was Walter Scott, a born diplomat. Then there was Prudence Chappel, true to ner name, Grace Livesay, though small of stature, with a loving heart, and Helene Graber, modest and retiring. Last, but not least, was Sam Arthur, who excelled in initiative. Though they differed in many things, each was in sympathy with the others, which tie served as a common bond. OTTILIE KRUEGER, '15.