Sullivan High School - Arrow Yearbook (Sullivan, IN)

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Jlze PURPLEANDCOLQ- - I, Marian Leota Shade, will my popularity at parties to Happy Kruzan. I, Ralph Shepher d, will my athletic form to Cy Curtis. I, Garland Shroyer, will my Hymera love to Winston Collins. I, Glenn Simmons, will my Shelburn dates to Howard Bolinger. I, Emri Sites, will my divine calling to Ben Crowder. I, Glen Stanbaugh, will my basketball success to Pill Strattong my playfulness to Lonny Boothe. I, Barbara Stansil, will my varietty of earrings to Frances Oldham. I, Marie Stevenson, will my stately stride to John Hash. I, Esther Tressell, will my stylish skirt lengths to Marguerite Owens. I, Frances Walker, will my front seat of a Maxwell to Okla Nash. I, Frances Walston, will my handsome beau to anyone that can get him. I, Ozro Walters, will my good looks to Joe Guy Liston. I, Mary Wible, will my early morning rides to Josephine Loudermilk. I, Kenneth Wiltse, will my important position in S. H. S. to the next five-year man on the job. I, Elizabeth Wood, will my gift of 'tgabn to Robbie Tate. .xN Xxx fer XXX . l . X Qi. .7' tgp! ,V Xfnlfvxdiw 25

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Jlze PURP-LE LAND GOLD I, Kathryn Engle, will my high-powered laugh to Jeanette Billman. I, William Eslinger, will my right to throw ink bottles to Jack Burton. I, Mabel Exline, will all my cosmetics to Annabelle Kaplan. I, Veva Harding, will my love for male musicians to Georgene Billman. I, Laurene Hagy, will my B. B. success to Ruth Hinkle. I, Fern Harrison, will my position as Miss Barack's reporter to Opal Price. I, Dean Hash, will my place on the Annual staff to Mary Cochrane. I, Elizabeth Jamack, will my Overland to Dercie Hawkins. I, Sam Kaplan, will my dancing feet to Vernon Small. , Dona Laughlin, will my curls to Alice Barco. I, Bessie Leach, will my freckle cream to Chick Butler. I, Clarence Leonard, will my Rodolf Valentino hair to Vaugh Jones. I, Vance Lisman, will my fiery locks to Nina Sebring. I, Alice Lovelace, will my broad understanding to Miss Custer. I, Keith Macy, will my small stature to Buch Mickey. I, Bernard Marlowe, will my melodious voice to Sarah Stratton. I, Julia Mason, will my spit curl to Catherine Coffman. I, Ruth Mason, will my chair in the H. S. orchestra to Beulah Watson. I, Pauline McCoy, will my musical voice to Philena McKnight. I, Dorothy McCrocklin, will my superfluous weight to Carrie Hutch- inson. I, William McCrory, will my popularity with the opposite sex to Max Beeman. I, Forrest McKinney, will my love of English VIII. to Bob Moore. I, William McPherson, will my place on the football squad to Lowell Johnson. I, Mary Elizabeth Miles, will my love for Verlon to Bessie Michols. I, Mary Milam, will my position in Springer-Gouckenors to Bernice Drennon. I, Winifred Newcome, will my wardrobe to Georgia Sherrod. I, Vivian Newman, will my admiration of basketball captains to Tootsie Hill. I, Elton Newton, will my habit of parking in ditches to Piggy Ward. I, Mabel Nusbaum, will my love for commercial work to Louise Mar- shall. I, Gwendolyn Palmer, will my radio boots to Vivian Smith. We, Mary Ellen Raines and Helen Stone, will our deep love for the Dean to Lulu Lord and Anna Stranahan. I, Irene Richeson, will my dainty ways and bobbed hair to Judy Burks. I, Ruth Ruddell, will my love for dairymen to Margaret Maple. I, Paul Schmidt, will my bass fiddle to Marion Messer. I, Mabel Scott, will my shyness to Paul Draper. I, Avonelle Sebring, will my fondness for Moore to Olive Wilson, I Z4

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97125 PURPLEAND GOLD A MID-SUMMER'S DAY DREAM By BETTY SHAKESPEARE. As I swung lazily to and fro in the hammock, I decided that it was entirely too warm to resist a nap and closed my eyes, but opened them immediately as I heard the sound of footsteps on the walk. It was an old, old woman, gaily garbed in bright calico. I sat up, wide awake with interest. Crossa my palm witha silver, tella fortune, she said pleadingly. I thought a moment and then said: Can you tell me about my classmates of the wonderful class of 1923 ? She hesitated, then said: Crossa my palm twice, I wi1la. Iran into the house for some silver pieces and when I returned she was polishing a crystal globe on her apron. After she muttered a few unintelligible words over it she bade me look in. I saw a large theatre advertising a Russian Ballet Troupe, and then the interior of the theatre was shown. To my profound astonishment the Russian Ballet Troupe was none other than five of my old classmates: Mary Ellen Raines, Helen Stone, Mary Cutler, Lois Bottoroff, and Fern Harrison. Seated in the orchestra at the piano was Frank Bolinger, and near him sat his wife, formerly Miss Veva Harding of the Class of '23. The scene changed and this time I saw a large church wedding in the crystal. Looking closer, I discerned that Emri Sites -was the oficiating minister, and the happy couple were two more of my old friends, Rachel Crowder and Gene Springer. Will wonders never cease? As the scene did not immediately change, I looked again and discovered that the best man was looking rather glum. A good loser, indeed-Ralph Marion Shepherd. I seemed to hear the noise of a parade and gazing into the crystal I saw a Woman Suffrage rally on the west side of the square in Sullivan. Gladys Anderson led the march with a banner which said Bessie Leach for Chief of Police. Near the end of the line was Mabel Nusbaum with a banner advocating Nelle Curtis for Prosecuting Attorney. As this scene faded away I saw the sign on a large store, 5 8a 10 Cent Store, and then the inside of the store flashed into view. Kenneth Wiltes seemed to be the owner and was arguing excitedly with a lady over the price of a small ten-cent doll. As she flounced angrily out, I saw that she, too, was a classmate-Gwendolyn Palmer. For a moment after I saw nothing. Then the campus of a college ap- peared in the crystal. A bunch of football boys came running through, headed by their coach, Glen Stanbaugh. They moved by and the girls' gymnasium appeared, where Dorothy Draper, as physical director, was giving exercises to the stout of the college, guaranteed to reduce! .' J The old woman passed her hand over the globe and I saw a beautiful home in the crystal, where a magnificent ball was in progress. To my great surprise William McPherson and June Bollinger were the host and 26 i A