Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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26 ROSEBUD The Cruel Tale of Sir Frederick Frederick was a bold young knight Of the Order of the Press, He was tall and dark complexioned, And very fond of dress. One night by chance he met her, The maiden of his dreams, He took her home that evening, And now she happy seems. One night soon after New Year’s Eve, Our hero called upon our heroine ; And when it came time to leave, These words she spake in all serene: ‘‘This year is one of many, Tis leap year as you know: And now, my darling duckling, Iam going to propose. ‘You are the young man of my dreams, And since we first have met, The feeling that came o’er me, Is one I can’t forget.” Up spoke our noble hero, In language broad and plain, ‘ Please forget it, this cannot be so: My edueation’s just begun, my fortune yet to gain. Altho I love you dearly, And you’ve many winning ways; I’m busted, try some other guy, You still have three hundred sixty days.’’ He turned and went. to leave her, But she grasped his arm and screamed: ‘“‘Don’t go, my noble hero, The man of whom I dreamed.” But since many years have passed, The two have never each other dispatched ; She lives an old maid in a cottage, And all his life he has batched. A SENIOR.

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ROSEBUD 25 that he ranks high in the class. He is very short, but he can sure make his legs fly in baseball. Carl Getts. Carl’s ever ‘‘beaming headlight and gentle voice’’ when seen and heard nakes everybody stand up and take notice Carl’s spirit is always high and is always cheerful tho’ all others are in tears. Even if Carl does have red hair, he has had quite a number of difficult struggles with Cupid and broken more than one girl’s heart. Ie has held a prominent place in society as well as in class. His voice and rare talent as an actor has secured for him, a lead- ing part in all musicals and programs. Gladys Beard. ‘“Nip,” our cheerful classmate is every busy and alert. Well did she ex- press herself (unintentionally, too) in these words (in Physiology IV) ‘‘yes, I too, was tongue-tied, and when they cut it they cut it too far.” And so they must have because as soon as the door opens we hear her gentle voice. She is everybody’s girl and willingly extends her help to all in need. She is full of business as well as pleasure and does well all work before her. Loa Wines. Loa is an innocent sort of girl, who gave up hfe in the country to seek knowledge in the Waterloo High. She is quite a ‘‘shark’’ in history. This was proven by the fact that Mr. Moudy always intrusts his famous Junior class to her when he is gone. She is an excellent student and is always willing to work for anybody who feels her need. Loa is preparing to hold high a birch gad and rule a nice school full of sweet, pretty, dimpled darlings and we’re sure she will be successful. Martha Wines . Martha is one of the most cheerful members of the Senior Class and is very seldom seen with a frown on her face. Indeed when something very pro- voking happens, such as spilling a bottle of ink over herself and books, anyone else would have ground their teeth and thought inexpressible things, but Martha simply says: ‘‘Oh, my soles and uppers,” and very calmly sets to work to clean it up. She is a good student and always takes a prominent part in all social functions. We expect great things of Martha and indeed we don’t know how we could get along without her.

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ROSEBUD 27 A Kind Token of Remembrance We Seniors of the W. H. S. Give to the Juniors our well worn path; Our rare A. B. record of deportment so clean, Upon the Sophomore class bestowed by ’16. To the Freshmen samples of new ways to cheat; That they might prepare the exams to meet. And lastly the teachers, we love them all well, We kindly and gently bid them farewell. Senior Class Poem The ships are in, The decks are dry ; The battle’s fought and won, No more to sail, We’ve passed it by, Our High School days are done. The sun is up, We’re called to go, We leave it with regret. Our dearest friends, Good-bye, we know Our hearts are with you yet. As on we march With steady tread, To meet the waiting foe, On! On! we ery, To the front! ahead! ’Tis there victories lie. And when at last The sun is down, And darkness everywhere, O, pass not by Our lonely grave, But place a flower there. ESTELLE WILTROUT.