Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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r The CCXCCLD vvv SENIOR CLASS HISTORY $ On September seventh, nineteen hundred twenty'six, the first Freshman Class to enter the new Waterloo High School building, numbered thirtydive. Later a new' member entered, which increased the number to thiry'six. The second year, on September the sixth, nineteen huiv dred twenty-seven, the class of nineteenthirty came back to add another successful year, only to find that twelve of the members did not return. This loss left the total number of twentythree to be Sophomores. On August twenty'cighth, nineteen hundred twenty' eight, the same class returned as “Jolly Juniors. Only nine' teen added this third year of secondary education. One member dropped out and one entered, leaving the number at nineteen. The fourth year in August, nineteen hundred twenty' nine, this class of twenty members entered the W. H. S. as Dignified Seniors. Later a new member entered, making twenty'one members. Although there were many difficult ties before us, they were all conquered, and the class of nine' teeivthirty held to its motto, Our aim, our hope is, to win. —Clayton Warner '30

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The ECJEELD SENIOR CLASS POEM One'two'three'four, How the years roll by! 1 Marching on, a struggling corps 1 Seniors of the Waterloo High. The long skirmish is over, And each sphere is greatly enlarged; 1 Some are glad and some are sad. I But all are honorably discharged. Soon we shall be engaged In the allotted three score and ten, 1 Thinking the while that this is staged: “Our Aim, Our Hope Is, To Win. 1 —Clair Walker 1 ’Jo I 1 1 1 I I ■ 1 1 1 V I 1 [Page 24]

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 The C€ ECIID Kokomo, Indiana July 26, 1936 Dear Mary: How are you and the rest of the family? The last time I heard from you, Grider had the chicken pox. and 1 was wondering if he had recovered. Your mar- riage with Grider surely has been successful, hasn't it? I was meant to be an old maid. 1 guess, all my life, but as long as I can travel around all I wish. I'm glad 1 haven't a husband to be tied down to. You heard of an unknown uncle of mine a dying, didn't you? He left half a million dollars to me because he liked my baby picture. 1 surely love to travel, and have met some of the most interesting people during niv trip from which I just returned. 1 started from Kokomo enroute to New York City. I stopped at different towns and cities. Waterloo, my home town, was the first stop, and I found that most of my school-mates were gone from there. A few remained, however, and I’ll tell you about them. I stayed at what used to be the Gifford Hotel, which is now owned by Albert Dunn. He and his wife, Mae Link Dunn, are successfully running the hotel, and the place looked very prosperous. By the way. Mae still covers ground as fast as ever. I remained in Waterloo only three days, and then I left for Buffalo. Albert and Mae saw me off as the hotel is just across the street from the depot. In Buffalo I stopped at the Statler Hotel, and after checking in, I decided to see the sights of that city. I chanced to pass a high class restaurant, and in the win- dow was a girl flipping pan-cakes: she was no other than Muriel Beard. She recog- nized me as I stood and looked at her, and after motioning me inside, she hurried away after something to continue her work. I sat down at one of the tables, and she soon came back and said another girl would take her place for awhile. She told me that she had at last married Pete Smalley and that he was working there in Buffalo and that they lived in an apartment in the main part of the city. She inquir- ed about some of her school-mates. She said that Hugh Farrington was also work- ing in Buffalo. He was working in a shoe factory: his job was to make the arch in the “Arch Preserver” shoes. 1 had to leave Muriel soon and also the city of Buffalo, as I had to go directly to New York City and then get my boat for Europe. I had only a few hours in New York, so I didn't get to see much of that great city. I boarded my steamer and found myself in a very comfortable suite of rooms. The steward came into the living room to dust the furniture: when he turned round. I found him to be Virgil Troyer. You remember him. don't you? We had quite a visit, and I learned that he had been working on that ship for two years and that, although at first he became sea- sick. he never was affected that way anymore. I reached England after six days of ocean travel, and I was indeed glad to get on land again. I stayed in London for two days only, because all I could see was fog. Dur- ing my stroll on my first day in London I wandered too far from my hotel; at a street corner I saw a Bobby.” and I determined to ask him to direct me back to my hotel. I thought his back vaguely familiar, and. indeed, it was—Edward Schlosser. Imagine Edward as a Bobby!” I couldn't talk to him very long as he had to direct traffic. He has been in England for a year, and he was expecting a promotion at any time. Oh. I almost forgot! He married a waitress from New York City, and to- gether they are seeking their fortunes in London. From London I crossed into Ireland. It surely is a beautiful country. I visited Blarney Castle, but I knew better than to try to kiss the Blarney Stone as I have heard of several experiences that weren't so pleasant about that particular stone. They have keepers in Blarney Castle to see that you take nothing, and who do you suppose was the chief keeper? Clair Walker! He had on a green uniform to matrh the hills surrounding the castle and he looked line. He is a bachelor and seems to enjoy being one. although that is difficult to imagine. From Ireland I returned to England and then to France, where I went at once to Paris. As I wanted some new dresses. I happened into a shop with a very French nam -. Several mannequins with beautiful dresses on paraded before me and one -topped out. I knew her at once. It was Dorice Pease. She was glad to see me, and she told me all about herself. She had landed in Paris about six months before, and as she had always wanted to be a mannequin, she found employment. She wasn’t married then, but she was engaged and she acted very happy about it. I wished her happiness and then went my way. I stayed in Paris for a week, and then I left for Nice, Italy. There I had a suite of rooms In a lovely hotel that overlooked the Mediterranean. I went at once