Waldo High School - Warrior Yearbook (Waldo, KS)

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to go to school at Luray and Larry Sage came from Wichita still making us have a class of ten. Ordering our class rings was a big event, but a bigger event was when we received them in November. We thought we were really big now! Mrs. Conant, our sponsor, helped us put our play The Daffy Dills over very successfully. The play is always important, not only for the money you make towards the banquet, but just think, we got out of more classes during that time. 1 As the close of the year came around, it was our turn to give the big social party of the year The Junior-Senior Prom. The theme was Outer Space, complete with robots and everything. At the close of the year we realize that next year will be our last year in good old W, H, S. Our Senior Class consisted of nine members: Mary Stielow, President: Beverly' Ward, Vice-President, Ramona Lopez, Secretary, and Marian Clow, Treasurer, Ioan Mead, Simone Urban, Marlene Day, Bill Murphy, and Lionel Caprez. Miss Cap was our sponsor. We started off with the bang of initiation. It sure was fun watching the green Freshmen struggle through the day. I suppose we were thinking back when we were freshmen and maybe some of us were wishing we were starting over again instead of finishing. Oh, well, we always have the future to look forward to. The high lights of the year were the Carnival, having our pictures taken, the Senior Play, yearbooks, and also all of the various sports we were in, Qincidentally we did attend classes.J The senior trip which every student works and plans for, and finally graduation, when we experienced the thrill of wearing the scholarly caps and gowns. As is natural there may be a slight feeling that each of us might have worked a little harder to deserve the privilege of wearing the mortar board. Thus ends the history of the famed class of 1959. Hun Class Will Read by Lawyers Zong and Bong We, the Senior Class of Waldo High School, County of Russell, and State of Kansas, being in as sound state of mind as we could attain these four years of hard study, do hereby make this, our last and best will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills, bequests, and devise of whatever nature by us already made. To our much-loved teachers, each and everyone, we leave their gray hairs of which we've been the cause of for the past four years. To the Iunior Class, we bequeath the proud privilege of being Seniors and our old books, with most of the leaves loose or gone: all the mistakes we made, and all the knowledge we failed to learn.

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Class History History repeats itself, so says a well-known and oft-quoted adage, so do not be surprised if our history happens to be in some respects much like a great many other class chronicles you have heard. There is still enough difference to give us a personality of our own. Twelve years ago, on an early September morning, the class of 1947-48 assembled to be imbibed with some knowledge. The ten blank faced little creatures that came tramping up the steps were: Lionel Caprez, Marian Clow, Rose Marie Crosby, Marlene. Day, Ramona Lopez, Ioan Mead, Richard Sims, Mary Louise Stielow, Beverly Ward, and Sharon Zweifel. Our hearts quaked with the pleasure of seeing what the teacher looked like and soon learning her name. Alma Christiams finally put us through the lst and 2nd grade with Rose Marie Crosby and Richard Sims dropping out at the end of the lst year. Miss Freddie Schilling started us on our search for further knowledge in the 3rd and 4th grades with no one leaving, still giving us eight students. We started the 5th grade with eight pupils and ended with eight pupils. Mr. Donald E. Parsons was our teacher. At the beginning of the 6th grade, Richard Sims and Bruce Ward entered in making the class a great number of ten. Mr. Parsons pulled us through that year with flying colors. We dragged onto the 7th grade with Simone Urban entering in and Bruce Ward dropping out still making us a class of ten, with Mrs. Rogers trying to pound something into our thick skulls. We then journeyed on up the last mile of grade school with Mrs. Rogers still trying to teach us something. For a while we entered the building with proper amount of 8th grade humility. Of course, the spell was soon broken. The trials and tribulations of these subjects combined with problems of math and other subjects enumerated in the Course of Study, have had their disillus- ioning effects. Finally the day came when we received our diplomas saying that we had finished the year of 1955 and diplomas saying that we had gone through eight years of school. Can any of you remember the year of 1955? We were Freshmen! Our class started with Marian Clow, Beverly Ward, Ioan Mead, Ramona Lopez, Mary Stielow, Simone Urban, Sharon Zweifel, Marlene Day, Bill Murphy, Richard Sims, Iudy Herrick, and Lionel Caprez. Remember all the parties we worked so hard on? The first time we went to our classes, we got all fouled up, but we were Freshmen so we were forgiven. Initiation was the main event of the year. We girls in our gunny sack dresses and the boys in their grass skirts and midriffs. Maybe we should say something about our classes. They weren't so bad--some of them we even enjoyed. Our last day of the year was well remembered by the picnic out at the river. Some of us Went wading and swimming in the river. Boy, what fun! In 1956 we started our Sophomore year. We lost Richard Sims and Sharon Zweifel, leaving the class with ten members. This year we were a little more wise in the ways of High School, and initiation was more fun because we weren't in it! It was a real honor at the Carnival that our candidates for King and Queen Goan Mead and Bill Murphyl were chosen King and Queen. Now at last in 1957 we were part of the upperclassmen. Iudy Herrick left us

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To the Sophomore Class, we leave our quick wits, rapid elucidations, and best of all, our wads of chewing gum that once did animate our own enjoying jaws. But to the poor little Freshmen, with three years more to go in this institution, we can leave only our pity. I, Mary Stielow, bequeath my ability to play basketball to Johnny Trapp and my height to Jimmy Cochran. And my ability to talk all the time to Dina Murphy. I, Beverly Ward, bequeath my old Biology papers to Danny Williams in case he needs them next year and my pony tail to Sandy Caruthers. I, Ramona Lopez, bequeath my ability to play the piano to Kenton Ward and my fast typing speed to Jimmie Wilson hoping he will do the same., I, Joan Mead, bequeath my short hair to Betty Murphy and to make most of the baskets when shooting in basketball to Sherry Ramsey. I, Billy Murphy, will my ability to get in before my father gets up to Bonnie Ramsey and my old parking places to Ethel Clow to use the same way I did. I, Marlene Day, bequeath my ability to get along with Mickey Palmer to Kathie Luder and my old tricks I use to catch the boys with to Verna Hazen. I, Simone Urban, bequeath my ability to be going steady in my Senior year to Carolyn Finkenbinder and my ability to get along with Miss Cap to Larry Woodworth. And my ability to make up excuses when I get home late to Corinne Storer. I, Marian Clow, bequeath my ability to be late for every class to Ruth Johnson and my ability to stay out of the office to Archie Woodworth. And my ability to get on the honor roll to Betty Urban. I, Lionel Caprez, bequeath my ability to get to school exactly at 9:00 a.m. to Ronnie Mead and my red hair to Bill Maranville to catch Karen Keller. To this school, our beloved Alma Mater, in order to show our appreciation of all that it has done for us, we in this last will and testament, hereby bequeath the amount of ten thousand memories, with which to erect a bronze tablet, a lasting memorial of the Senior Class of 1959. Signed at Waldo High School this, the 20th day of May, 1959. WITNESSETH: 1,--,!,.,.... -