St Mary of the Springs High School - Siena Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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Class Will VVe, the Senior Class of 1928, of sane and sound mind, and not moved by any influences, now that we have terminated our stay at these realms, do hereby attest the justness of this will, which shall go into effect immediately after our departure. Carl Beckstedt leaves his history questions to be answered by Ray Thomas. Bill Bierberg relinquishes his algebra problems to Pee-Wee lrwin. Mercedes Blotzer leaves the fire go out. Veronica Conners leaves the library clean. Mary Donnelly entrusts her melodious voice to Margaret Downey. Chubby Ellifritz confers her impertinence upon Agnes Koch. Eleanor Flavin bequeaths her taciturnity to Evelyn Quinn. Marie Grundy relinquishes her debating ability to Mary Bauman. Marguerite Heatherman leaves her Spanish behind. Charles Kerscher gives his parking space on the campus to some other wreck. Clara Lang leaves well enough alone. Tiny , Miller bequeaths her I don't knowlsn to Alice Casey. Steve Mundy gives his snappy singing to Jack Brandt. Gertie McCormick leaves her notebook to the one that will most appreciate it. Colletta Rath relinquishes her story prize money for next year's Marian expenses. Pauline Trogus requests that there be more orations next year. Charlie VVidrnaier leaves his desk full of paper to Jerry. Ted Eisenman leaves his pretzels in the cafeteria. Marie Ryan leaves her perfume and powder to Rita Sweeney. Danice Baderine wills her ambition to Herman Kisselx Elsie Casey is sure she is leaving nothing. Fritz Bangert relinquishes his power over the fair sex to Neef. Eileen DeVine, the Paper Philanthropist, intrusts her job to Marie Sheibeck. Frances Dwyer bequeaths her secretaryship to Melvin Vath. Helen Fischer bestows her bashful ways upon Jimmie Kintz. Clarence Gloeckner wills his extra credits to the one that needs them. Helen Haley leaves the job of cleaning erasers to Preacher. Elva Inkrot leaves the school with tears. Mary Loviner leaves all her pockets won't hold. Chuck Kauderer entrusts his typewriter tools to Johnny Zollner. Teresa McGuire leaves her speed with the typewriter. Bill Miller relinquishes his answer book to Jack Brandt. Mary Moore bequeaths her dramatics to Eisel. Frank Neubeck leaves the coal bucket empty. Ruth Stalder leaves her desk to be filled. -lake Brandt wills all he knows to the smartest freshman. Alice Ford entrusts her genial smile to any one hard up. . Catherine lVagner leaves her picture to adorn the walls of the laboratory building. Paul Falter bequeaths Gloeckner. his Physics instructor, to Gassman. 102

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fs... s , , . 1 f KNAW - Margaret Sullivan relinquishes her enormous height to Margaret Kintz. Leonore Reeb leaves the sunshine in her shadow. I do hereby declare these statements to be the truth and nothing but the truth and in the presence of witnesses do hereby sign my name and set my seal upon this document. PAUL GRIMM, '28. Class Prophecy Alas, for poor mel Just five years, four weeks, three hours, and six minutes after I had departed from my dear Alma Mater, after I had received my piece of parchment containing the fatal decree, I was knocked clown hy one of those daring hit-skip drivers on St. Mary's campus. At once I heard a vibrant fluttering and around me stood a squad of seraphic angels. They bore me off on their mighty wings and deposited me, a mere clot of clay, before the throne of St. Peter. After looking my record over, which mainly consisted of the following: A waste paper basket of rejected Marian notes, Five Cents daily, spent at Egger's for a good purpose Qbottle of Coca- Coloj, Never complaining of length of themes and essays assigned, Always giving a ten-minute impromptu speech when only asked for a two-minute one, etc. St. Peter nodded approval and I was ushered in and with great pomp and celebrity. I inquired if there were any more from St. Mary's of Class '28 and Peter replied that I was the first arrival. I was so anxious about the other members of the class, however, that he offered to give me a glimpse of my former class- mates. Then followed a long, long journey. I was escorted past mighty choirs of angels, playing on golden flutes and harps, to the Port of Fulfilled Dreams. Here I espied a tiny dove cottage, the coziest place I ever saw. Steve and Clara, the occupants, were busily engaged in tidying up the beautiful little rooms and at the same time teaching Junior his table etiquette for they were expecting very exclusive company to dinner, in the persons of Miss Dwyer and Mr. Paul Grimm, who were members of the Keith Circuit. It may interest you to know that Frances was known as Madame Zelda. Would you believe it, Charlie Brandt, whom we were sure would make Notre Dame, has turned out to be a barber and displays a most daring shingle outside his immaculate little shop, VVOMEN'S BOB A SPECIALTY. Right next door in a most pretentious looking office I met the present editor of the VVorld News, Mr. Frederick John -Toseph Aloysius Bangert. I was next carried away to the suburbs of the citv where I entered in spirit the Hospital of the Holy Angels and I recognized Gertrude McCormick, the head nurse, coolly taking care of the latest patient, a certain Danice Badurini, the famous opera star, who had iust figured in a most disastrous auto accident. A nun who proved none other than Ruth Stalder stood beside the patient softly chanting the prayers for the dying, for it was evident the patient had little chance for recovery. The sight was a pitiful one and I lingered long. St. Peter was becoming restless and chided me severely for tarrying too long and threatened to discontinue 103