Viola High School - Kickapoogian Yearbook (Viola, WI)

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19 2 0 THE KICKAPOOGIAN 19 2 0 ANDERSON, HARRIET If you should forget how to smile Just visit our Harriet a while Her antics would break you, Your ribs sure would ache, too. Her mate’s not in many a mile. BUXTON, EVERT Evert is a ladies’ man Put you wise on manners he can. He never makes a mistake In the way he should take A ladies’ arm, elbow, or hand. DOWNER, LAWRENCE Jack has a self-satisfied air, His brow never wrinkles with care, His fate is undecided, His love undivided. At Viola all is fair. GOCHENAUER, BESSIE A maiden fair, with flaxen hair, Who studies quite precisely, Her blushes deep are far from rare, Her words come quite concisely. HURLESS, VIRGIL Virgil loves to lord it over us, He seems to own the school, he does; Our troubles he carefully dissects And helps interpret all our texts. KIDD, PERCY He fain would have the girls think, at least. He’s a traveling man straight from the east, But that suit case you know (Let me whisper it low) That really holds nothing but yeast. MARCUS, BESSIE Now open your eyes and mouth, and stare, There’s a prodigy here beyond compare, Not oft does she stray In her house does she stay, For aught else but her studies She has not a care. Page Nine

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19 2 0 THE KICKAPOOGIAN 19 2 0 Standing: Bessie Gochenaur. Evert Buxton, Miss Washburn. Lawrence Downer. Ruth Babbitt. Virgil Hurless. Seated: Elva Thayer. Bessie Marcus. Buford Smith. Harriette Anderson. Percy Kidd, Guy Smith. JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS: Page Eight Harriette Anderson Buford Smith Elva Thayer President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer

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19 2 0 THE KICKAPOOGIAN 19 2 0 MARTIN, EDGAR Edgar says he has no time for a girl That flimsy excuse he can furl. Two letters a week For themselves surely speak Of course he don’t need but one girl. RABBIT, RUTH With a clear gaze, yarns she can muster, You never can tell when to trust her. When stuffing a friend her joy has no end, Who scores on her is sure a hustler. SMITH, BUFORD He is so brilliant it has even been said That his town girl has hair a bright red, But sure we wish they would quit that study stuff And talk of his bashfulness instead. SMITH, GUY Art is in a class of its own, Who ever heard him growl or groan? He grins all the while In true Smithian style, His tricks would get smiles from a stone. TIIAYER, ELVA Elva is a Puritan maid. From duties never has she strayed, Her smile ever is cheery. Her step never weary. Her zeal for work never seems to fade. Page Ten