Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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III. Six-foot Rhoda held down the back seat, And for scaring the Juniors he can’t be beat; He’s an all-round goodfellow, not a better between deck, And he’s got a peach of a stand-in with the opposite sex. Next in line Russell looms up in view, For wit he has yet to meet his Waterloo. He is Editor-in-Chief of the Annual, too, And thanks from us to him are due. IV. Next in order is the light of our class; Alas! he uses the light for a Freshmen lass. Nothwithstanding all this, we’re proud of Torch, too, Are we six Seniors of this old Waterloo. Zeke, or Percy, is next in the list, He’s there with his tongue, as well as his fist. | He’s a lawyer by birth, if we associate names, So here’s to what he is, and all that he claims. V. Next Charles comes in, with the backbone blest; As he’s scribbling these lines he’ll skip ail the rest. Then Fat comes to have his say; He is a good old scout, but he has his say ; Also we watch him, for we’re afraid he’ll skip With a nice little gir] on a honeymoon trip. As a concluding remark to these eight lines, Let us hope we may have returns of the good old times. ail Jim lines up last of our wonderful bunch, i He’s valedictorian because of his knowledge bumps; He can absorb the lore of our text-books sure, He is used for example for laggarts to cure. Now we'll mention Moudy, Miss Dilla, Willennar and Rumpf, They’ve been true to our class through all the “blue dumps ;” So here’s to the Faculty that has shaped much of our natures, We cherish their memories and wish well for their futures. Vil, Though we've striven hard for the present goal, There is a feeling of sadness in our soul; Friendships are not made to be broken asunder, And our present mood has caused us to wonder Why we always looked forward to our Senior year ; Now we're here—we lo ok back to the Freshmen year. A broad field stretches away in the distance, | And the wiles of the world need training for resistance. . | CHARLES THOMAS, 12.

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SENIOR CLASS POEM We started out in nineteen eight Without minds set for text-book bait. We kicked over the traces in nineteen nine And found ourselves in the Sophomore clime. We moved over some seats in nineteen ten And found ourselves in the Junior pen. Our reform was sudden from Junior conceit When we found ourselves in the SENIOR seat. TI. When we found ourselves in the Senior class We looked in vain for a likely lass To preside at our banquets, and look after us, too, But she went and deserted us, what could we do? Don’t think for a moment that it dampened our ardor, But we made the faculty think a little harder, For the Juniors started something they thought all right; Well, they soon found out that the stags could bite,

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SENIORS FRED BOWMAN, PREsipENn?. “He was a man, take him for all-in.al!; I shall not look upon his like again.” On the morning of Nov. 14, 1893, the residents of Waterloo awakened to the fact that there was a new citizen but lately come among them. “Rhoda” began by clamoring earnestly for his rights and has been a moving factor in Waterloo ever since. He is prominent in the militia, Waterloo Band, and Athletics, but is most at home in social circles. He is admired by all,— (Juniors in particular.) He has piloted his class over the shoals of the Senior year to a successful commencement. Class Flower—Pink rose. Colors—Maroon and Orange. Motto—Onward is our aim. “Dig.” EHP I ae ag area le Werarejas the strength of “leven; Were a tipy, foarm’, tearin’ band, Chuck full of grit and nerve and sand. We maul the Juniors, cuff the Sophs, Make the Freshmen think we’re ancient Goths. We rip, we tear, we do things, too. Hurrah for the Seniors of Waterloo!