Warren Central High School - Wigwam Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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My Dollar Watch I woke to look upon a face, Silent, white and cold, Oh friends the agony I felt, Can never half be told. We lived together but a year, Too soon it seemed to me Those gentle hands outstretched and still. That toiled so long to me. My awakening thoughts had been of one, Which now to sleep had dropped T’was hard to realize oh friends, My dollar watch had stopped. Joan Clark English I Bidding Farewell All the folks in the small town Turned out in a great big way To bid farewell to local boys Who were aiding the U. S. A. The boys said “Don’t be sad my dar- ling I won’t be far away It’s only a year my darling It’s for you and the U. S. A.’’ Regina Phillips English III Mary’s Cold Mary had a little cold. It settled in her head And everywhere that Mary went, That cold was sure to spread. It followed her to school one day There wasn’t any rule. It made the children cough and Sneeze, to have that cold in school. The teachers tried to drive it out They tried hard but “kerchoo” It didn’t do a bit of good For the teachers caught it too. (With apologies to Mother Goose) Esther Mae Rawlings English VI BEAUTIFUL GIRL Once there was a beautiful girl, A mixture of ruby and pearl, Since I like her a lot And she likes me not, It’s the end of a romantic swirl. Bill Keller English 7 I Long To Be A Pirate I long to be a pirate, And roam the misty sea, And bring back some money, To buy a loved one for me! I long to be a pirate, And roam the misty sea, And bring back some money, To marry the loved-one and me! I long to be a pirate, And roam the misty sea, And bring back some money, To feed us, all three! Jimmie Winniger English 7 But I, I Just — Poets write poetry, And artists draw, But I, I just — Authors write books. And teachers teach, But I, I just — No matter how hard I try, I find it’s a very great task To do my bit, for the world. But musicians still play. And preachers preach. But I, I just — Frieda Schmalfeldt English VI Rain on the Roof Do you know of anything more en- joyable and peaceful than rain on a roof? I don’t believe there is. Every- one of us has gone up in the attic on a rainy day and heard the rain beating on the roof. If you are lucky there might be an old sofa or bed by the window. Here you can read or just lie there. If you don’t watch out you will probably go to sleep. When you are on a train it is very easy to go to sleep because of the constant click of the wheels on the tracks. This is the way it is when the rain patters on the roof. If you have a metal roof, the sound is greater and you can hear every drop. When a gloomy, rainy day rolls around, and I don’t have anything else to do, you will find me in the attic listening to the rain on the roof. Earl Click English II Trip Troubles By DON IRWIN It was a nice cool day, about 90 de- grees in the shade, when we started on our trip. Our car was a mess with skiis, toboggans, and about everything from footballs to tiddlewinks. We even had our tooth brushes. After we got the car loaded we could not get in, so we unloaded it, and got in the car. But then we could not get the car loaded, so we called a neighbor and he loaded the car for us. We started and talked about how much fun it would be to be out in the woods and away from everybody. When we got to a place where we thought would be a good place to camp it was dark. So we started to get out of the car, but we couldn’t. After we had tried for about an hour and 52 and % minutes and three ticks we got out. Yes, we fell out. Then we couldn’t find baby sister so we started looking in all the trunks and we found her in the third one in the anterior dorsal section of the car. She was asleep. We started to set up the tent, but during the winter, mice and rats had eaten holes in it. Just as luck would have it, it began to rain, so we slept in the car that night. We got up the next morning with the stiff neck. When we looked out we discovered we were approximately 6,782 feet from home, so we decided to go home and eat in the back yard. Off we started, but when we got there our neighbor was burning trash. The wind blew the smoke through our yard so we went in the house and ate. Dad said that next time wc go on a. trip he is going to take the house, but I do not think we can because we have a basement and we can’t take the basement and it is fastened to the house. Girls Girls are the funniest things To hear them talk they have halo and wings They paint their face with rouge and stuff And then nearly wear out a powder puff. Girls do this just for the men But when they see one they raise their chins. And they talk about the Indian paint- ing his face I think Indians and girls run a very close race. J. R. Burton English I Thirteen

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We Three A tree, a book, and me, To-getlier just we three. We sit and think all day, And slowly our minds wander away Into lands so strange and fair, While narry a living soul is there. The soft sweet climbing flowers Cling to-gether in guiding bowers. We three, we follow that lovely path, While birds and bees, sing and laugh. Oh! such a wonderous glorious land, That we three explore hand in hand; Come and join us some fair day, We’ll take you to that land away. Violet McVay English VI On the Radio I turn on the radio and what do I hear, Just drink 7 Up and Hires root beer, Oh drink Coco-Cola (the pause that refreshes,) And use Ivory Flakes to wash stock- ing and dresses, Take Lydia Pinkams for vigor and vim, Drink Welch’s grape juice to keep young and slim, Firestone tires are the best of non- skids, And Luckies are always the highest in bids, Jergens lotion for soft white roman- tic hands, Artie Shaw and Glenn Miller the swingiest bands, Gene Krupa will give you some taps on his drums, .And Horace is sure to sell you some Turns, Thom morning till night this talking goes on, I think that I’ll put this radio in pawn, I’ll go in the woods and sit by a brook, I’ll live like hermits in a cool shady nook, No radio can possibly bother me there, For only the birds will wing through the air, I’ll find quiet peace and happiness too, But I’d miss the good programs and that wouldn’t do, SO ' I guess I’ll just stay here where I am, And take my chance listening to a ham. Sally Wallace English VII VARIETIES IN VERSE The Silly Snowman Spring Once there was a snowman Stood outside the door Though he’d like to come inside And run around the floor: Thought he’d like to warm himself By the firelight red; Thought he’d like to climb up On that big white bed. So he called the North Wind, “Help me now I pray.” I’m completely frozen Standing here all day.” So the North Wind came along And blew him in the door. And now there’s nothing left of him But a puddle on the floor. Joan Fry English III “When I Grow Up!” I have so many things to do — - When I grow up! I’ve always dreamed of traveling To the far, far west. And see the Golden Gate in grandeur To be California’s guest. When I grow up ' Here is the mecca of the West, Filled with fruitful farms, And as my flying carpet lands, I’m entranced with all her charms. In this fairyland of beauty, I’ll have to climb a mountain And feel the vigor of the air And earn life’s everlasting fountain. When I grow up! Ah, ’tis but just a dream — A childish whim of mine, But just the same I may sometime take That westward trip so fine! When I grow up! Yes, I have so many things to do, When I grow up! Jean Witte English VI A FACE Her face is all a-glow and her eyes flicker and dance; you can tell she is happy. That is the kind of a face I like to see. Margaret Harper English II Oh! The beauty of the springtime When everything is fair When trees all around us Have time to change their hair From shades of darker colors To those of brighter hues, And the morning all around us Is filled with drops of dew. Don’t you love to wander Through valleys and o’er hills, And see the beauty of the woodland. The color on the rills? And hear the merry laughter Of children here and yon, And see the glorious splendor At the sinking of the sun? Christine Settles English IV My Secret In the dull glow of the evening We pause on a busy street, Only my heart knows the beauty Of the moments when we meet. You talk of silly little things, Politely ask, how I fare, You do not know this heart of mine Longs to tell you how I care. If ever, when we meet at dusk In the twilight’s magic due, And you would guess my secret, I wonder what you’d do? Jo Ann Oldham English IV Mike Mike is a child’s dog. He is a Bos- ton Bull Terrier. His color is a de licious black with brown hair streak- ing through it, and he has snow-white hair on his toes and around his broad, strong neck. His muscles are as hard as rock; it stimulates your heart to see them ripple when he runs. He has a cute little tail about two inches long and ears that never stand up. He is twenty inches high and runs like the wind. He has a sweet pug nose that wrinkles when he pipes up with that mellow voice of his. Drelldon Greene English II ' Twelve

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Seventh Grade Although the seventh graders are only in their first year of junior high school they are taking part in the school activities and establishing some new societies. The seventh grade boys, combined with the eighth grade have organized a “Boys’ Town”, under the leadership of Mr. Wayne Murphy. Due to diffi- culties of arrangement in their classes this club will not be active until next year. One seventh grade group has a Current Events Club which has a discussion period each week. The girls are members of the Sunbeam organization and will be initiated into the Junior Sunshine Society in May. The Airplane Club is the outstanding boys’ club. These boys meet once a month in the school gym- nasium to judge the planes the boys make. Fourteen