Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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MILDRED STEVENSON Born March 14, 1912, Wauseon, Ohio Ciceronian Society Basket Ball 3-4 Organizations and Miscellaneous GRACE BLUE Born July 23, 1912, Ligonier, Ind. Zedalethean Society RUTH WHEELER Born September 6, 1914, Garrett, Ind. Zedalethean Society Glee Club 1-3 Organizations HAZEL C. GINGRICH Born January 14, 1913, Avilla, Ind. Zedalethean Society Circulation HELEN KELLEY Born December 29, 1914, Waterloo, Ind. Ciceronian Society Jokes Page Twenty-one

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LOWELL STRITE Born June 30, 1912, Continental, Ohio. Zedalethean Society Glee Club 2-3-4 Basket Ball 2-3-4 Baseball 1-2-3-4 Hi-Y 2-3-4 Advertising JESSIE DeLONG Born April 4, 1913, Corunna, Ind. Ciceronian Society Glee Club 3-4 Snap Shots EUGENE BONECUTTER Born May 30, 1913, Hamilton, Ind. Ciceronian Society Glee Club 2-3-4 Class President 2 President C. L. S. 4 Hi-Y 3-4 Hi-Y Secretary 4 Orchestra 4 Band 4 Advertising HELENE DUNN Born November 12, 1914, Waterloo, Ind. Ciceronian Society Glee Club 1-2-3 Double Quartette 1-2-3 Class Secretary and Treasurer 2 C. L. S. Secretary and Treasurer 3-4 Alumni Page Twenty

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CLASS HISTORY It was that beautiful September morn. The sun shone brightly filling the air with violet rays of cheer and happiness. In the distance down the river of knowledge could be seen the good ship Waterloo High School. The thirty-two members hailed with great glee the coming vessel. It was upon this ship we stood at our post doing our duty to master the good ship Waterloo High School for a wonderful voyage down the river of knowledge in the darkest part of the country of education. I was given the task of scrolling the adventures of our happy trip. Our first Captain Maurice Strater stood at the wheel taking great care of many responsibilities that were thrown upon his shoulders. But our good ship must have a flag and we chose for it the colors, midnight blue and orange and that these colors might stand for our motto “Go upward net downward, Go forward not backward.” As we anchored one day at a small village we scrambled to the bank to pick the White Rose which we shall carry throughout our voyage. On se veral occasions we were moored upon rocks of Latin, Geometry and Algebra, but by all extending their helping hand we pulled through quite successfully gaining our way along the river to higher motives. Now and then a member would part from us to seek the cruel ways of the world, never to be with us again. We were winding farther and farther down the river making great headway, when we members chose for our new captain Eugene Bonecutter, who controlled our good ship to many beautiful and adventurous places. As we begin our third year of this voyage our new Capatin, Delos Kohl, guides us on and on to safety. We know and then take on a passenger who has been left by a boat of our kind. We welcome all who may seek protection under our good ship Waterloo High School. Again we chose Miss Adell Munn to steer and guide us on to the end. Our four year voyage about to end, we have our good flag midnight blue and orange on the mast with our motto upon our lips (Go upward not downward, Go forward not back¬ ward) and in our hands can he seen the white rose. In this manner we come where our beautiful river of knowledge forks to many branches and upon this Twenty Second day of May we leave our good ship Waterloo High School and take to one of the many branches. Some will choose the river of higher education while some will take to the Labor and the rest to numerous other branches. —Harold Griffin, Historian SENIOR CLASS PROPHESY “Chicago News Bee! Read the news! Two cents!” I yelled as I threaded my way through the throng at the Fair in Chicago this fine day nineteen hundred forty-one. I was attracted to the east corner of the fair grounds by a high screechy voice which kept crying, “Taffy! Taffy! It shina your teeth. It curls your hair, and maka you feel like a millionaire.” Behind the counter stood a short, impish chap, Ralph Boyer, pulling taffy. I did not try to sell my papers to him for I feared he would recognize me. As I dashed Page Twenty-two