Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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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.

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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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28 ROSEBUD The Seniors’ Farewell Twenty-five Seniors going soon, As happy as can be; But then we’re not leaving but just making room For the other students you see. We gaze at our High School with wonder, And the tears may stand in our eyes; We think of the time we have squandered, But we hope in this world to rise. And we all in this lfe’s work station, Pay toll to those High School charms; As the greatest men of our nation Ever had to be up in arms. Twas not our desire for pleasure, That kept us from duties we prized; But innocent play in good measure, So truly we idealized. And sure our days here are numbered, But we're climbing the ladder of fame; We regret in past days we have slumbered, We did not see into the game. The gladdest time of all the year, The time the hearts are lightest, An’ every care is chased away, An’ all the smiles are brightest, Is when the students by consent, Come far thru muddy weather, With all intentions future bent, Come bringing books to study. We'll keep those mem’ries till the last An’ then when we sit dreaming Of those school days in the past, Sweet dream with tears come streaming. ° Ah’ those are mem’ries gold can’t buy, Nor fit for imitation. Those helpful teachers, the old school bell, Those High School celebrations. And at future Alumni’s, We hope to meet together, To review in the self-same way Those friendships ne’er severed. EDITOR.