Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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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

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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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from his stand I stumbled over a tent stake and fell plump into the lap of a gaudily dressed fortune teller. I recognized her only after I read her sign Madam Vivian Wing. She whispered in my ear that her cares in society life in New York City had been so great that she fled to Chicago and had taken up this disguise as a lark. “See that negro medicine show over there?” pointed Vivian, “Well, that’s Helene Dunn’s show. She has the leading part. She tried to get into the movies in Hollywood last year but for some reason it did not suit her.” Just then a rickety sport roadster rattled up the roadway and rolled over on its side as a big limousine which had been chasing it crashed thro’ the fence and went into a ditch. A great crowd gathered and when Vivian and I finally wedged our way to the front, a sporty young couple, Hazel Gingrich and Lowell Strite, had been pulled out of the upturned car. Reverend Delos Kohl of the First Evangelical Church was standing over them repeating the ceremony of wedlock. As Reverend Kohl solemly pronounced them man and wife a stylishly dressed man came running from the limousine in the ditch. He was Gerold Griffin the big horse-shoe magnet from Denver. He had been chasing Lowell and Hazel. Lowell had decided that he must make Hazel safe from Gerold’s covetuous arms before another minute had elapsed. “Ah hah”! snarled Gerold as he sauntered over to the Hot Dog stand. The girl at the stand gave him a bold wink as she wrapped up a hot dog in a big bun. “All right, let’s go.” he said and piled Jessie DeLong, the hot dog girl into his limousine and drove off in triumph. As I stood on the front row of this scene I rubbed elbows with some one I knew from Toonersville. It was Mr. and Mrs. Harold Griffin, prosperous farmers, who had come to spend their second honeymoon at the fair. Mrs. Griffin, the former Miss Anna Wines was as beautiful a maid as ever. I decided I’d give them a treat of a ride on the Ferris Wheel. We all three piled in and as we neared the top Harold pointed down to one of the middle cars. In car number fourteen Charles Bowman and an auburn haired flapper were laughing together while unbeknown to them a tall woman was slowly sliding down from car thirteen with a rolling pin under her arm. It was Charlie’s wife, Mrs. Geneva McBride Bowman. We trembled with fear as we watched her slide down within reach and slowly wield her pin until Charles fell limply out of his car. Helen Kelley, the flapper, screamed frantically as he fell, for her compact was in his pocket and the mirror would surely break, but this calamity was averted for three acrobats who were performing near by held out their net into which Charles fell. The only injury he sustained was, that his mustache was knocked up on his nose. Charles Wilson, Chicago’s great tonsular surgeon was called and the injured cookie duster was removed. The Tumbling Trio, who had saved him were Hazel Childs, Eugene Bonecutter and Mildred Stevenson. Mildred spied a hole in their net so she turned a hand spring over to the tent of the Carnival’s seamstress. Helen Smalley, the old maid seamstress, noted all over the world for her fine work, soon repaired the damage. I heard the music of the merry-go-round so I hopped on a kangaroo. Beside me on a beautiful spotted pony sat an enormously fat woman. When I looked closer I discovered that it was Ruth Wheeler. I remembered how it had been her ambition to be a race horse jockey but she said that her increased weight had forced her to fulfill her ambition on the merry-go-round. She told me that Mrs. Grace Blue Boyer who found it necessary to add to her husband’s taffy income was selling weight reducing compound and Ruth had tried some. As I started to leave the fair grounds that afternoon I realized that I had seen Page Twenty-three