Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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Junior Class Song’ Tune—Bluebells. Come, all ye Juniors noble, All jolly classmates dear ; Let’s send up one good cheer ; For this, our Alma Mater, We'll make the ceilings ring, And now before we leave here, This song we gladly, sing— Chorus. Sing with that spirit that within us lies, Sing for our class, girls, our nineteen-thirteen ; Throw up your caps, boys, ’tis no time for sighs, Loyal forever to old nineteen-thirteen. Soon shall we be completing Our happy lot cast here, And at our glad last meeting, Depart from friends so dear. But as we wait the measure Of fame that time may bring, Our hearts o’erflow with pleasure, So join with us and sing— Chorus. Sing with that spirit that within us lies, Sing for our class, girls, our nineteen-thirteen ; Throw up your caps, boys, ‘tis no time for sighs, Loyal forever to old nineteen-thirteen. RALPH REINHART, ’I3.

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Cuass ROLL. Harry Girardot. Cleo Burns. Ralph Fickes. Bernice Overmyer. Lester Rempis. Martha McEntarfer. Herman DePew. Hilda Sewell. Ralph Reinhart. Mildred Huffman. Edward Hankey. Vera Crooks. Harley Rohm. Madge Rose. Marion Ingersol. Bernice Becker. Troden Bookmiller. Ruby Booth. Dale McIntosh. Audrey Vogtman. Virgil Treesh. Junior Class History In the fall of ‘og twenty-five frightened Freshmen gathered in the assembly room of the Waterloo High School. At the first of the term a few of us grew discouraged and withdrew, but twenty-one have proven themselves to be worthy of the name of Juniors, and we hope next year to have the distinction of being the largest class that has ever graduated from the W. H. S. During our first year the most of our time was taken up with X’s and Ys, Latin constructions, the unspeakable names of Ancient History and the thoughts of our great writers. Our class organized at the first of the term with Herman Depew as President and Audrey Vogtman as Secretary; and several months later we were the possessors of a new banner, which was envied by all the upper classmen. In the Sophomore vear all of our members returned but two, and three joined us, making our total number twenty-one. This term we were busy with the translations of Caesar, Modern and Mediaeval History, propositions of Geometry, and Literature. No event of special interest took place during the year. At the beginning of the Junior year all the members of the class returned, and although the studies were very difficult, all are proving themselves capable of mastering them. The officers for this year are Harry Girardot, President, and Hilda Sewell, Secretary. The class spirit ran very high this term. We have earned our name, but we carry heavy hearts when we realize that one more year will bring us to the end of our goal, but before us rises our motto: “We have finished to begin.”

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Junior Class Poem Most wonderful class our school has seen Is the grand old class of nineteen-thirteen. Although we've striven with all the rest, They all acknowledge we're the best. The Seniors thought we could not survive, But still we all did live and thrive; And our old class of eleven and ten Is now the greatest there ever has been. Peaceful and pleasant has passed the time Since first we entered in nineteen-nine. These three long years we’ve stood the test And always have tried to do our best. Our teachers e’er were kind and wise, Aiding and urging us on to rise; Yet another year and we'll reach the shore With a record greater than any before. Our Junior sun soon will have set, Then we'll be Seniors, yes, you bet. But when our Senior year doth dawn, We'll remember the Junior year that’s gone. CLEO BuRNS, ’13. 5