Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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eit, Hee nO See UBD THE SENIOR CLASS POEM Here we gather every morning, In this place to us so dear, To the fount of knowledge coming, We have gladly hastened here. Dear old high school, Alma Mater, Where we met with friends so true, Where we walked in wisdom’s footsteps, Daily learning something new. But our high school days are over, Like the by-gone days of yore; Soon within these halls and classrooms, As a class we’ll be no more. But forever we’ll remember; Never, never will forget Teachers, friends and all our schoolmates Whom within these walls we’ve met. And unto the class below us We must yield our honored place, But we trust that they will keep it And ne’er the Senior name disgrace. So farewell to you, our schoolmates, And adieu to teachers all, And good-bye, Oh, dear old school house-— Books and class rooms, desks and all! —Ayleen Warner, ’20 21

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HELEN HAWK May 5, 1902. Fort Recovery, Ohio. Zedalethean. To those who know her best. A friend most true and hearty; To those who know her least, A very quiet party. ANONA BENSING February 10, 1903. Pittin= sO Ni10: Class President 1920. Zedalethean. Now she is good as gold, Then she is pert and bold; Minds not what she is told, Carelessly tripping. ee CLYDE B. FALES December 7, 1900. Waterloo, Indiana. Ciceronian. 4 - t 2 é Some love two and some love three, : But I love all who will love me.

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22 Tyee ai Sele =a SENIOR CLASS PROPHESY Washington: De Cle ilay.es Ua looo Dear Helen: While hunting for a book today, I found in my trunk one of the annuals from the W. H. S. 1920, and was thereby reminded of all my classmates. I want+to thank you for the picture you sent me; a nurse’s uniform is certainly becoming to you. Since my arrival in Washington about three months ago, I have heard from or seen every member of our class. Just the other day while waiting for lunch, I noticed at the table next mine a young lady, who proved to be Ayleen Warner. I went over and talked to her, and she told me that she is still waiting for H. H. to finish his education. She told me that Wilma Clark, disappointed in love, has gone to the stage as a last resort, to try and forget her sorrow. I was quite surprised when I read from your letter that Helen DeLong is still answering all the advertisements headed, “‘How to Reduce.’’ I saw Clyde Fales the other day. He is hunting a place on some basket ball team. He was a sub for the White Stars until he put up a poor showing and was put off. The evening paper has just arrived, and it contains the announce- ment of the marriage of Opal Fretz to a prominent lawyer, Celestian Royal. Of course, Carrie Oster, who has become a very accomplished pianist, acted as Opal’s maid of honor. Blanche Melton is selling face powder. She stays at a home for girls, kept by Maude Brecbill and Alice Sherwood, two highly re- spected old maids. I was out to visit them one day. The place is a constant reminder of H. S. days. The color scheme is purple and gold, our class colors, you remember. Among their charges are Velma W., a fine seamstress; Irene Frick, who expects to teach kin- dergarten the rest of her days; and also Ruth Shippy, who is studying for a position as teacher of Math. in some college. Lois lives about five miles from Waterloo and is teaching little children to be—Misers. Anona Bensing stays with her and teaches a small country school, but as soon as this term is finished she ex- pects to give up teaching for something more important. I received a letter from Ruth Price yesterday. She lives in Minneapolis, and is very happy. In the same mail came a card from Ross Myers. He is in Africa, chasing Wild Women. Bob Widdicombe has become an expert accountant and holds a high position in the Ethiopian government. Dessa DeLong lives on a large farm just west of her home town, Corunna, and spends much of her time hunting game. I think that the class of 1920°is well represented in the walks of the world, and shall never forget our school days. e—Mildred Markley, ’20,