Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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THE ROSEBUD ixjnijnin ytn iwi u «iwi iyiLE n LE ; M f LE SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS President Vice-President Secretary-T rcasnrer Historian Poet Loren Yarlot Howard Hine Ruth Miller Helen Moyer Wayne Sebert Class Colors Pencil Blue and Gray Class Flower Lily-in-the-Valley Cla ss Motto Work and Win Class Roll Wayne Bowman Dorothy Crooks Carl Geeting Dorothy Goodwin Howard Hine Lois Johnson Perry Johnson Maxine Johnson Vera Kester Hilda Kohl Loren Maxine McEntarfer Paul McDonald Ruth Miller Ned McIntosh Wilmer McIntosh Helen Moyer Ralph Imes Donald Rigg Geraldine Rufner Wayne Sebert Yarlot T wenty

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Dot” DOROTHY GOODWIN Born August 14, 1914, Waterloo, Ind. Zedalethean Society Girl Reserve 2-3-4 Basket Ball 1-2 Glee Club 1-2-3-4 Double Quartet 1-2-3-4 Orchestra 1-2 Vice-President Girl Reserve 3 Class President 2 Z. L. S. Secretary-Treasurer 3-4 Dramatics and Z. L. S. Editor RUTH MILLER Ruthix ” Born December 10, 1914, Waterloo, Ind. Ciceronian Society Girl Reserve 2-4 Glee Club 1-2-3-4 Class Secretary-Treasurer 4 Calendar PAUL JAMES MCDONALD Mickey ” Born February 16, 1914, Corunna, Ind. Zedalethean Society Orchestra 1-2-3 Advertising V. NED McINTOSH Ted” Born October 2, 1914, Waterloo, Ind. Ciceronian Society Basket Ball 2-3-4 Baseball 2-3-4 Circulation CARL F. GEETING Geet” Born February 12, 1914, Waterloo, Ind. Ciceronian Society Basket Ball 1-2-3-4 Baseball 1-2-3-4 Advertising AllAHAllAHAllAllAHAtlAllAtlAllAirAtfAnAt tAnAtlAuAllAuAnAllAl.1 Nineteen

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!jMM THE ROSEBUD A SENIOR ' S ODE Slowly, truly,—then faster Back it comes in sight To cast me in disaster If I lose in awful fight. With slow and steady fire I try to turn it off, But slowly from his lire The vision comes as oft. The fight begins again With memories of the past, The fight that takes a man To say the dye is cast.” The fight that causes aches, Of head, and heart, and soul; A fight that always makes It hard to reach the goal. Ahead you see success That keeps you going on— On to nothing less Than happy life, the joy of dawn. Behind you see the past, Will it recommend you? Or will it be your last?— As many pasts will do. A friend may misuse you When your trust in him is strongest; A friend you thought was true Will make the heart bleed longest. Past studies we have failed, Many a chance we let go by,— Then we think, if only we’d hailed It would’ve heeded as it went by. All these things we see, Are memories of the past, So face them, what they be, And fight and say, the dye is cast.” Move on, forget the past! Move on, fear not the future; Move on and on, until at last The goal is reached, the battle’s over. —Wayne Sebert ’32 mAimuAuAu T wenty-one