Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY In 1932, we embarked upon our career of formal education, where we proudly marched ourselves to the first grade. Miss Callahan was the first to guide us. In the second grade Miss Newcomer gave a helping hand to boost us onward. It was during our third, fourth, and fifth grades we began to pick up a few mischievious pranks, here and there, which have remained with us. Our teachers during these formative years were Miss Hamman, Miss Bonfiglio, and Miss Dirrim respectively. Mr. Gurtner. our sixth grade teacher prepared us for the seventh year and the first year in the new building. During our seventh and eighth years we were quite excited about the thought of entering high school. In those two years we were directed by Mr. Bowers, Mr. Dorton, Miss Wilson, Miss Pakrs, and Miss Bachtel. Finally, the great day came when we could take our place in high school. With help of the Corunna pupils our total enrollment was forty-seven. We faced many new problems but we took them in our stride. Marjorie Nelson was elected President assisted by Jean Fee and Robert Duncan. Our Sophomore year, Mr. Bohr and Miss Parks, gave us their guiding hand. Again we selected Marjorie Nelson as President, Robert Duncan as Vice-president, and Betty Husselman as Secretary-treasurer. The Junior year was one of many activities. This year we purchased class rings, of which we were very proud. Later in the year we were led by Wendell Broom. He was helped by Barbara Whetsel as Vice- president. Barbara Fox as Secretary, and Lucy Rhoadarmer as Treasurer. At last comes the year for which we were looking forward to most of all. Perhaps the greater share of us are sorry it has come so soon. Our class officers were Robert Duncan, President; Wendell Broom, Vice-president; Evelyn Martin, Treasurer; Barbara Fox, Secretary. This year we worked industriously on the 1944 ROSEBUD. And now this group of mischievious but hardworking pupils are about to embark upon a new venture. Commencement, the time when the characters in caps and gowns face a new life. In this year of chaos, we leave behind us pleasant and ever present memories, we face the future with a determination to face what may come and come through victorious. SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY OF '44 I’m going to tell you about the nightmare I had last night. It seemed to be taking place about three decades from now. The first thing I dreamt was about Ward Sebert. He was running a new kind of candy shop, but he seemed to be having trouble because the wheel he was making candy with insisted in going backwards and unmaking the candy as soon as he made it. Then I saw Helen Jones. She has finally found a way to have all the husbands she wants and still keep peace in the family. She has built a net work of caves and corridors which are confusing to everybody but herself. (You know one husband in each cave.) Then to my surprise I saw the three Mystical Mysteries from the Page 26

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CLASS POEM Oh, We're the class of 44 We have always strived to make the score. From the first grade to the last. We have made the time go very fast. Bobby Duncan holds the reins, Guiding us through difficult lanes. Windy proudly sits at his right, While Fox keeps the books with all her might. As we roll along the many miles, Martin our money keeps stacked in piles. Now Leach is strong and manly too, He's picked himself a blonde to woo. Joyce is quiet and at ease. When she's trying hard to please. Miser is a smart little lass, Woolever is always at the head of the class. Whitey and Sat are basketball boys, When they score they fill us with joys. Marilyn is proud as she can be. Of her sailor who is out to sea. Bev Girardot can be counted on, To get work in the office done. If by chance a cute giggle you hear. You'll know Betty Husselman is very near. Phyllis' eyes of sparkling brown. Never let you think to frown. Velma Freed is a quiet girl, But Ward’s wild antics give you a whirl. Whetsel's eyes a e bright and blue, Lorraine’s love is always true. Clayton's shy and won't say a word. Stookeys the same, so we've heard. Fee’s brown hair and flashing smile. Makes you laugh all the while. If you like a rumbling voice. Let Stanley's name be your choice. And Deanie's habit to be late, Often finds his name on the sla!e. Goodwin has her favorite beau, Badman's hair must be just so. Ethel likes to skate as you can see, Soutar from all worry is free. Jack is proud of his old Ford Jones on a piano can play a snappy chord Marjorie's sweet and lots of fun, Always has her lessons done. Four long years we've toiled together. Facing all kinds of changing weather. Now graduation is drawing near And as we leave our memories here. We hope that all the rest of you Will follow us and graduate, too. —PHYLLIS FLUKE Page 25

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Three Merry Metropolises”—Marjorie Nelson, Dorothy Miser and Barbara Whetsel. They were going to try out a new skating rink where you skated on the ceiling instead ot the floor. Confidentially they found it didn't work so well. Phyllis Fluke appeared next. She was a nurse tending a very sick old man (Jack Wagner, who had gone round and 'round too much while ice-skating) and also trying to mix a serum at the same time. Who should enter next but Eugene Woolever. He was teaching a new subject he called nutierology.” And with him was a perfect student for such a subject, Imogene Stookey. (This subject was a mixture of farming and selling groceries.) It seems Evelyn Martin is now learning a new type of art, the art of luring men from their wives. She already has two fine specimen's. Jim Leach, whom she got from a wild lady in Borneo and Albert Sattison. She got the latter without much trouble because he was suffering from konkianitus.” Deanie Howard was still in service. He was picking up all the spare ribs he found lying around. Of all things. I dreamt Marilyn Stange and Betty Husselman were running a pet shop. They were starting a speciality, at this time, of white mice. Emogene Goodwin and Barbara Fox were running a snow hotel on the Sahara Desert. This just shows you how even the impossible can be done by some people. After all these 30 years Wendell Broom was back in tow” again. For many years he had been handicapped by having stiff lips. Thus he couldn't propose to Joyce Ayers, his greatest love. Talk about having nightmares, in this one Bob Duncan was married to a very nice lady with a brood of thirteen children. He finally chose someone to spend the rest of his life with. In fact, quite a few someone's. Lorraine Carper and Velma Freed were in a business by themselves. They were raising elephants. They said they were doing this because elephants were much easier to handle than their husbands were. Russell Badman and Clayton Crowl turned out to be great scientists. Anyway this was their opinion. One day one of their discoveries backfired. They thought they had a way of preventing quicksand from sucking people under, but found it didn't work. So if any of you get lonesome for one of these boys you'll at least know where they are. Harold Fike seemed to be going for dude ranches in a big way. He was all dressed up in a cowboy garb and with him was that notorious gambler, Stanley Friend. Beverly Girardot was busy most of the time. She was averaging about 2 quarrels a day with her mother-in-law. I always knew Jean Fee was small, but you can’t imagine my surprise when I found her inside a walnut shell. Suddenly everything became blank. After a pause a name floated across the space—the name of James Soutar. After 30 years he is still a wonder to everyone. Ethel Ackerman was still trying to become a good public speaker under the guidance of Vanderbuilt A. House. Ethel Ackerman Page 27