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

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i fig •: h ' ••• m mm ■ m m-y.- :■■:■- . - JUNIORS The junior, enjoying freedom from the noisy sopho- more clamor and the aristocratic senior dignity, rightly has been named jolly.” He has become the mainstay of activities. He enters into all, fills the places in the clubs and activities of the senior who is passing on. Next year it is he who must confront the problems of graduation and endure the continuous flow of senior activities, so while he can be, he is jolly. From the time the first call for football was issued until the close of school, juniors were prominent in all sports. Juniors next year will carry the standard of Warren through victory and defeat and the junior year’s experi- ence will make them the most valuable pillars of the school. Page 24

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Eugene Reilly — My historical genius to Eugene Bardonner. Eileen Bangel — My assistanceship to Mr. Schwo- meyer to the girl that gets to him first. Mary Ann Buckhorn — My civilian boy friend to Pat Herold. Carl Cowan — My ability to recite poetry to the ’46 Senior Production. Richard Fall— My typing ability to Christy Eferron. ' Harry Herron — My ability to date beautiful girls to Wilbur Darringer. Betty Houze — My vocal cords to Rose Brown. Gerald Howenstein — My interest in sports to Warren Timmerman. Robert Garriott — My membership in the Honor Society to Bill Kinman. Don Smilko — My Model-T to Don Kleine (You ought to get some place, Don). Mary Sever — My art ability to Marjorie Hea- cock. Dick Powers — My trombone to Bob Nixon. Jack Rodewald — Some of my letter sweaters to Lee Barker. Donald Schiewer — My ability to get into brawls at football games to James Hartman. (Run. James, run! ). Margaret Wallace — My ambition to become a nurse to anybody with the same ambition. Donald Fulk — My rosy cheeks to Eugene Gor- don, may he cherish them as I have. Charles Kohlmeyer — My ability to waste time, sleep, act silly, and play hookey to Vernon Schaekel, may he get by with it better than I did. Joyce Linder — My checking position in the cafe- teria to some unlucky junior. Fred Masterson — My sports editing on the Owl to Charles Swarm when he becomes a junior. Don Vansickle — My brilliant ideas and ability to get kicked out of school to Russell Ransom. Mary Anne Zahm — My ability to think and get good grades to Doris Prange. Use them when necessary. Barbara Bevis — My position as waitress at Mil- lers’ to anybody crazy enough to want it. Paul Wukasch — Mary Meek to Bob Oldham to take care of until next year. Then I will re- sume my duties. Marjorie Wilson — My red hair and good natured freckles to Pauline Schaekel. Treat them as you would your own. Tom Yates — My pocket knife to be used in carving initials and cleaning finger nails to Maurice Burton. Lorraine Wein — My pleasant ways and good temper to Mary Weisenback, take good care of them for me. Harold Taylor — My brains and good looks to Richard Sheets. Erma Alstott — My love for the boys to Barbara Applegate, for practical purposes. LeVeta Fleetwood — My assistance to Mrs. Hack to Patty Long. Fred Matzke — My name Fritz” Adolph to Bob Johnson. Bob Swarm — My pleasing personality to Virginia Butler. B etty Brown — My days absent from school to Margaret Hite. Marjorie Castetter — My sloppy Joe sweaters to Lucille Hester. Barbara Davisson — My love for Howe to all the students of Warren. Mary Ann Herold — My ambition to become a nurse to Barbara Beckcrt. Barbara Hoback — My ability to grade typing budgets to anybody. Charles Martin — My gas coupons to Paul Pressel. Ellen Moore — My sailor to anybody who can get him. Betty Joyce Owens — My red hair to Marjorie Hansing. Evelyn Poole — My shortness to Maxine Moore. Wayne Robertson — My uniform to the girls. Robert Smith — My wavy hair to Bob Oldham. Albert Updike — My blond wavy hair to David Schmidt. Alice Winslow — My music ability to William Cleary. Katherine Whiteside — My sweet personality to Virginia Morris. Charlotte Weishaar — My wardrobe to — I’ll keep it myself. Barbara Swarm — My shapely figure to Pat Brown. Betty Frankhouse — My soulful eyes to Mary Winslow. Betty Muesing — My violin to Anna Waggoner. Fred Preston — My long eyelashes to Billy Wade. Roberta Wilson — My long braids and lack of make-up to Pat Herold. Lyman Sosbey — My self-confidence to Marjorie Holcomb George Waggoner — My cornet to Billy Rose. Lois Suddarth — My timidness to Pat Free. Marcia LeFeber — My bass viol to Janet Hughes. Helen Johnson — My businesslike manner to Betty McMahan. Pat Rodebeck — My height to Marian Easterday. Elbert Hunter — My noisy sweaters to Don Moody. Alta Whitson — My ability to tell people what I think of them — without cussin’ — to the faculty. Margaret Morris — My position as motion pic- ture operator to Evelyn Henschel. Joan Collier — My ability to miss school half of the time and get by with it to Joan Applegate.

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I SOPHOMORES The sophomore enters his second year of high school with a new kind of confidence and a thankfulness that he is no longer a freshman. Immediately he informs the rhinie that he is cock of the roost ’ 5 and has decided to give a little walking party. Ofttimes quite a feud develops for supremacy. Thundering down the halls in truly col- legiate” style he broadcasts his every trouble far and wide. The fair young ladies of his classes set about to make themselves more handsome and suddenly a new rosiness blushes forth. Cares are flung aside, as are books and studies — the age of jazz arrives — he is a sophomore, he is going into society. Such is the life of a sophomore. Page 25