Wamego High School - Wa Kaw Yearbook (Wamego, KS)

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r3:!:!:5'mvm--wi WA P -1111--m'3ram a2R2w1slri-I in Chicago. There is the butler who faintly looks like George Perkins, tho he has a short mustache and longtailed coat. He is talking to the cook, Dorothy Bowman. The scene becomes familiar. There is the Metropolis of Wa- mego. On the outskirts is a tiny cottage in which live two old maids, in- separable since their school days-Margaret Burgess, who cares for a large family of cats and dogs, and Stella Uhlrich who makes her living by selling Sloan's Liniment. The crystal seems clouded. Now I see it is a football practice at Yale. A tall Swede seems to be giving orders. He is Yale's famous foot- ball coach-Dee McAninch. I see a beautiful Cathedral in London. The Reverend Rex Foltz D. D. is opening the morning service with his usual dignity. Immediate- ly at his left sits Lady Blanche Pitney, leading soloist. Seated at the pipe ogran is Virginia Prunty, a talented organist of London. The scene shifts to Florida. In the office of the large drug cor- poration of Balderson and Dacquet I see the senior partner, Willard Balderson. Across the street there is a large bill board advertising the two fat ladies, Ethel and Harriet Welch, who are with the Tabler-Edwards Circus now performing at Miami. Next I see the J ungles of Africa. There stands the mighty hun- ter Jim Willey, who has just killed his fortieth tiger in pursuit of the one hundred tiger skins which he must get before claiming the hand of Louise Tessendorf. The scene changes to a magnificent drawing room in Rome. There I see the most famous violin teacher in the world, Mary Ella Doyle. She is busily engaged instructing Julia Picolet in the technique of the violin. Just beneath her window she hears Bananas Nice Ripe Or- anges she glances out and much to her surprise she recognizes the promising classmate of her High School days, Bruce Taylor. In another part of this same city I see Helen Beamer as diplomatic agent from U. S. to Italy in council with the great men of the world. The Ocean passes and it is night in Portland Oregon. Down the magnificent White Way there flashes one outstanding sign, World's Largest Salmon Cannery, Richard Fish, President. With remarkable facility the scene again changes to Paris. I see the picture gallery in the' L'Onvu. A world famous painting hangs on the wall. Beneath it is a short biography of the painter, Elaine Mans- field. Now I see a real sheik of Turkey sitting bedecked in jewells and many colored silks. Who can he be? Oh, I recognize him now. He is Max Wilson. As she finished speaking the great Clairvoyant of Russia glided from the room and left me with my memories. Ellgfifggsllii if f' - f? E

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lElI!!-fE!1!sdvH--m-.- WA -1-m--m15m'aQ1-:Engl Mfheiri . Mg , e are Alumni if ' O Q-.140 9 ' its f iliifilfisiifiisflsds 33 ss. 'la As I was walking on the streets of New York today I happened to pass a building in front of which I noticed a sign. The sign read, Ma- dame Czwabonsky, Palmistf' Having wished for a long time to learn the whereabouts of my fellow classmates with whom I had spent so many happy high school days, I decided to see if she could tell me. I turned, entered the building, and took an elevator which left me at her apartment. I pushed the bell and was quietly admitted by a small girl in turkish garb. In a few minutes a draped and turbaned figure whom I supposed to be Madame appeared and I told her my wishes. Under- standing, she nodded to me and seated herself in front of a misty curtain by a small pedestal supporting a large crystal sphere. Bidding me be seated, she began a series of mysterious passes over the crystal. Then she spoke. Before I tell you of the persons who are beginning to make their appearance before me, I might say that you are a well known person to those in whom you are interested. Everyone, Miss Ferguson, knows you, and your famous tea rooms scattered over the U. S. Now I see dimly the office of John D. Rockerfeller, Jr. There is a petite lady sedately typing at her desk. The vision is clearer. She was your class president, Dorothy Craig. There followed 'more motions and then, I see a luxurious car parked in front of the Ritz. In it sits a portly gentleman smoking a huge cigar. He is the notorious bootlegger, Lyle Brown. Now I see Mlle. Marie once known as Marie Riat. She sits in her saloon in Paris discussing old times with the famous Grand Opera Star, Ruthella Bennett, who is now resting in Paris after a series of Europ- ean concerts. Oh some more! They come faster! There is a lowly organ grinder with his monkey standing wistfully at the gates of the mansion of John Bretz, well known financier of London. Now I recognize him. He is Les- ter Tanner. I see the servant quarters of the Rickstrew-Burkholder mansions Elfifiifwif fi' l927 M '.3 E 5

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E ?'I11'1 .' WA KAW '1'lll1'f!ll E iuiir Alma alter High School days, you have passed us by. We thought your de- parture would carry away all the toils of life, leaving us free and inde- pendent. Yet, as we stand, Our Alma Mater, on thy threshold for the last time and look into the world with its responsibilities, we realize that our days with thee have been very pleasant ones, and we are loath to let thy doors close behind us, regardless of the bright future which we are anticipating shall be ours. The little general Time has decreed that we must leave thee and join him in his march. But as we go forth in mingled joy and sorrow, joy in the anticipation of further success which we hope to achieve, and sorrow in the thoughts of separation, we are glad we can carry with us the friendships and the happy memories our High School days have given us. DOROTHY CRAIG l To itlliife Class oil' 927 Every graduating class has its distinctive virtues, likewise its characteristic faults. Made up as it is of widely differing individual members, no two classes can be compared in points that are standard. One's estimate of a class then is based more upon impressions gained from the work done in the class under his instructions, the associations in the class room and in activities. It has been my privilege and honor to be the instructor of the Class of '27 in American History. I have seen how diligently you have worked to give Wamego an annual, which should be the pride of the entire communityg I have noted from time to time the struggles you have made to keep in the race for graduation. The gravest difficulties have been met and overcome and now that you are completing your work I wish to congratulate you as a class and as individuals upon the success which crowns your efforts. One feels that his time and energy have been well spent when he is satisfied thati you have made a marked improvement in various respects and feels assured that you will continue to do so in the business world. It is with no small amount of pride that I claim a share in your development, and it is most certainly a pleasure to extend to you, the Class of '27, my congratulations and to' wish you theh same success in life that has been yours in school. J. E. Bowsns Q' I927 5?