Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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iyj lHj 1V{ THE ROSEBUD DICK ' S AUSTIN Richard Sterling, ordinarily nicknamed Dick,” had just been graduated from college and was now considered an expert mechanic. He surprised his father and mother by driving home in his latest, an Austin. Of course they laughed at him because they had plenty of money for him to buy a much larger and more ex¬ pensive car. He answered that he had to have something on which to use his ability as a mechanic. In happened that Dick had a very uncontrollable temper, but nevertheless Margaret Dole, his girl friend liked him. Of course, as soon as was possible Dick called for Margaret to take a ride in his Austin. Margaret was a happy-go-lucky type and when she stepped into the car, she laughed and said, It’s rather breezy to-night. We’ll have to be careful so we won’t be blown away.” This aroused Dick’s temper because he knew she was just making fun of his car and he immediately snapped back, Well, if you feel that way about it, you needn’t go.” Of course Margaret apologized and everything was patched up between them. They had gone about twenty miles when the Austin sneezed, coughed, and choked to a standstill. They were about six miles from the nearest town, garage, or gas station. Well, Mr. Mechanic, do your stuff,” piped up Margaret. Dick stepped out to find what the trouble was. Of all the luck, not a drop of gasoline and probably not a farm home within two miles. Very disgustedly he looked into the pitch darkenss and with a sigh of relief, he caught the glimpse of some headlights com¬ ing their way. What luck!” Dick anxiously said. Dick stopped the other car which also happened to be an Austin. The young man driving the car had no gasoline to spare. This man was very good looking and Dick guessed that Margaret like the man’s looks. Margaret at once suggested, Dick, let me go with this man into town and at the first place we came to, we’ll send some one back with some gasoline or help.” In a little while a funny looking old farmer came with two horses to pull him to a gas station. Oh, gosh! Mister, it’s very nice of you, but I don’t think it will take both horses,” laughed Dick. He wouldn’t hav e laughed had he known it was a trick of Margaret’s sending two horses. Why-y, let me take a look at the thing. Where is it? Is that it over there? Why it looks like a big lady bug.” At that he chuckled. Gracious, we’ll just pick it up and get going.” The two arrived at the gas station about 1:00 a. m., and Dick asked for a pint of gasoline and two ounces of oil. Okay,” said the attendant, now would you like to have me sneeze in your tires?” Dick answered, No thanks,” and peevishly drove off. Later when Dick saw Margaret, he asked her in a roundabout way what her thoughts were of the fellow she had ridden back to town with that evening when they ran out of gasoline. Margaret laughed because she knew Dick was very interested in her. Well, Dicky, you don’t need to worry. He doesn’t mean anything to me, but the next time I go riding with you in your Austin, I’m going to take a half-pint of gaso¬ line along.” —Helen Wilkins ’33 liiAuAnAiiAnAt rAt fAuAi rAuAuAi ! T uenty-eight

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JUNIOR CLASS POEM This is station W. H. S. Announcing the class of ’3 3 Stand by, folks, while we confess, We think we’re the best that can be. The correct time we now will tell We’re always on the dot. Between the ringings of the bell, We find we learn a lot. Our pennant we so proudly flaunt, Of cardinal and gray, The jolly spirit of our class, Does truthfully portray. We try so hard to make our grade, And mark our worthy motto, ’Tis not the gale, but the set of the sail, That determines which way we shall go.” We’re just a bunch of peppy kids Always in places tight. We wish you well, and greet you, too, And now sign off—Good Night. —Bethel Hanes ’33 JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY One bright day in September, 1929, a group of twenty-six, equally bright students entered the high-school building as the freshman class of that school year. Everybody treated the class with kindness and sympathy due to our green and in¬ nocent look. The class made a good showing in all activities and left in May looking nearly as bright as when we entered. During the summer nine of our ranks decided for various reasons that they could not be with us in our Sophomore year. We have missed them much and can only hope that the world is treating them squarely. However five strange but in¬ telligent looking pupils came to join our ranks. They did not quite fill the empty places but they have helped a great deal. The class, although they found that they were no longer to be treated as innocent little freshmen, had a rather cheerful time. The class took part in all sports and literary activities and showed much fine school spirit. All the old class returned and one new member entered to help us retain our high standards this year. The class found many new responsibilities awaiting them as Juniors but they carried them well and still retained their optimistic attitude. We expect to see them all back next year for the final round in their high school career. —Ruth Bonecutter ’33 1: f Al mu At lAnAnA! 1 At lA! } Ai t At r XT fAl 1 At t At t At t At t At r At t At r At t At t At r At; T uenty-seven

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