Wabash High School - Sycamore Yearbook (Wabash, IN)

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DON ' TS TO FRESHMEN FROM THEIR SUPERIORS--THE SENIORS Dnnts — Follow these rales ami the teachers will hig:hly praise you. Don ' t get to class on time — Mr. Darnall takes great pleasure in giving tardy excus- es. Don ' t get your lessons — The teachers might die of heart failure. Don ' t sit u ' ) straight in your seat — The teachers admire those who can resemhle a cork screw while sitting in a classroom. Don ' t let your teacher give you an un- satisfactory — Tell her you are sure your work was of the hest in the class. Don ' t worry ahout tomorrow — It gets here right after midnight. Don ' t come to school without at least five sticks of chewing gum with which to entertain the class by imitating a cow in a pastuie. The nnisic teachers are always delighted to have seme one chew gum, so rythm may be had in the songs. Don ' t let a Sopliomore tell you anything — He is only one year older than you. Don ' t come to school when the sun is shining — The teachers are always willing to g!ve you a vacation in case of this. Don ' t bother about what you are going to fake— Bother about what ' s going to take you — then take the other. Don ' t go swimming on nice warm days — So say two Seniors, Charles and Pop. It is too costlv. i-1- Song RevieAv Bv Charles Warden. ... ! 4 Miss Switzer started off by saying WHAT ' LL I DO? Miss Needham came along shouting IT HAD TO BE YOU , but I know you are not JEALOVS as long as you are ON THE BACK PORCH with SHADOWLAND looking on. Can you imagine a MOONLIGHT night with ONLY YOU, and A KISS IN THE DARK with Cli iRLEY MY BOY! Just then Miss Jones came in singing IT AIN ' T GONNA RAIN NO MORE, but if you will PUT AWAY A LITTLE RAY OF GOLD- EN SUNSHINE for a JUNE NIGHT, I AYILL SAY IT AGAIN. In the corner Miss Moore was humming MEMORY LiVNE. I wonder who she was thinking of as she sat there ALL ALONE. YOU KNOW Y ' OU BELONG TO SOMEBODY ELSE so I am going away AT DAWNING. IMiss Janet Jones said, DON ' T GO, YOU ' RE IN LOVE WITH EVERY ONE . Miss Baer is TOO TIRED even to think of the WALTZ OP LONG AGO. Wake up SUNRISE AND YOU will get by. I wonder what Miss Troxel meant when she said, I LOVE YOU on the MANDA- LAY? The best argument v. e know for stuffed olives is that your hostess can ' t count the seeds on you. The main difference between a girl chew- ing her gum and a cow chewing her end, is that the cow gcneiallv looks thuuglitful. Miss Needham — What is an advertise- ment f Jesse Fei ' guson — An ailverfiseuK ' nt is the picture of a jn ' etty girl eating, wearing, holding, or ilriving- something that some- bodv wants to sell. Kathryn Troxel— Why was Chailes V ' s reign unea.syf Student — Well, anyliody ' s life would lie uneasy if he lived undei- a diet of worms (Diet of Worms.)

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1. Beatrice Young — Tilly ' Of her friends there are many — of her foes — are there any? ' ' 2. Miriam Young — Toney No one knows who I am. ' 3. Morris Engel — Budy Verily, we do believe he shows signs of life. ' i. Catherine Ridgley— Kate What should a person do but be merry. 5. Margaret Price — Peg Mv thoughts and I are far awav. 1. Marcella Davi — Celery Work and I have never met. •2. Wilfred Misner— Butch ' The world knows nothing of its great est men. 3. Helen Stonehour — Stony Happy am I — free from care. 4. Gerald Garner — Bedywah ' Who says he is bashful. ' ' 5. Mossie Galligar — Moss I just laugh at nothing. Dt 1, Kathyrn Dufton-- ' Ka 3. Paul Williams— Billy A winning way, a pleasant smile, a Big bad Bill. kindly word for all. ' 4. Mary Williams — Shorty 2. Ruth Showaltei— Showy Small but mighty. How hard it is for women to keep 5. Janet Miller — Janie counsel. ' ' Gifted with a tongue for endless talk-

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►© Class Prophecy I arrived in tlie thriving metropolis of New York, amid the smoke and grime of wheezing, puffing engines. Out of all this noise and glamour appeared a familiar face, none else but that of Morris Engel, chief baggageman for the N. A. 0. T. Rail- road (Never Arrive On Time), staggering under the weight of an immense show trunk. He beamed at me through a welter of sweat, but was too busy to give any greetings. The next noise that greeted my ears was TAXI, TAXI, mister, coming from the mouth of our former honor roll student, John Wire, in long drawling words. 1 di- rected .Tolm to take me to the Biltmore, where he disposed of the baggage. De- ciding to go a short stroll, and accustom myself to the new surroundings, I wander- ed on to a by-street. I saw a pair of aims, a block distant, waving wildly, and a voice in earnest argument. Thinking I recogniz- ed the peculiarty of the voice, I sauntered, closer, and lo and behold — not an angel — but Walt Yopst, his hair blowing wildly about his eyes, and his body encased by a red shirt and white striped overalls. Walt was chattering (in radicalism and com- munism, and a lower jirice tor cigarettes. I left him there, disgusted to think that the peer of all great minds had lowered himself to upholding the lowly laborites, once the bane of his existence. Slowly wandering down the street, I gazed up in time to see a most beautiful woman, Dorothy Williams, shrouded in a red and green smock, with an example of art under her arm. She started as usual — without giving nie a chance to say hello — to tell me of her Bohemian existence, and her pos- sibilities as a genius. Down the street, a flaming red blotch appeared — seeming to burn brighter as it neared. A hu ge, broad rimmed hat parti- ally covered the red hair. I was astounded as she raised her eyes. Frances Wilson, in a cowgirls attire. I found however that she Avas posing for one of Ford Moitow ' s latest art offerings. I entered one of the great cities most ex- perfectly to the rythmn of Russian music, was Paul Kendall, leading man in Pav- lowa ' s Russian Ballet. i ' aul had taken New York by storm with his graceful ex- ecution of the difficult ballet. Down Fifth Ave., came a Ford sedan, running wide open, and jammed with the elite of New Yorks feminine society. A pearl gray derby and a snappy frock coat covered the driver — Merlind Sehlemmer — New Yorks most sought after young man. Merlind always since his high school days, has been a ladies man. A tall, stately, dignified figure came walking majestically U2 the sidewalk. The tall, gaunt figure seemed to be familiar. Yes, I knew him. Old Pop Bowlby, now a Judge, who recently convicted Paul Wil- liams for non-support and cruelty to his w ' ife. Ralph has still adhered to the bachelor ' s way. A large red, poster, glaring forth, told of a boxing match between the lady cham- pions of America and France. Margaret Price was defending the -American title. A few days later, the news reached my ears that the bout had turned into a hair pulling contest. furiosity seized me as I started to pass a nickel show-. I wondered if they still had cowboys and villians on the screens. I en- tered the place, which reaked with the odor of peanuts and popcorn. Tiie floor was covered w-ith peanut shells — the aftermath of some family partaking of that delicious food and treating their neighbors to the smacking of lips and cracking of shells that accompanies the eating. The music was soft and low — as the two lovers met. The villian appeared, and the music in- creased in volume. The girl pianist seem- ed to be familiar to me. A stick of Wrig- leys product was being murdered by ma- chine like movements of her jaws. Ah, it was Dorothy Davis, who thrilled the multi- tudes with her haunting melodies. A short, fat, stubby man, with a black stoggie in his mouth that looked more dangerous than dynamite, was calmly glanc- ing over the passing throng outside. A checkered suit of gray and green, a flat elusive theaters, and on the stage, dancing black derby, and patent leather shoes, mad