Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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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

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Hast ffltll anil Gkatanmtt We, the class of forty-four, being of unbalanced mind and loss of memory, do make, publish, and declare this last will and testament. In doing this, we will our good looks, our most gracious manner and our loving ways, which we do not need in our future life, to our beloved under-classmates, whom we think need them. ARTICLE I To the faculty we will the pleasant memories and good times we have shared with them. And may the next class be of a better behavior than we were. Section I— To the Juniors we will our dignity as Seniors. To the Sophomores we leave the affection the teachers have for us. To the Freshmen we bequeath all of our tricks that we have picked up during our years of high school. May they become more skillful in giving the faculty a merry chase. ARTICLE II Section II— Individually we bequeath the following:— We. James Leach and Albert Sattison, will our way of collecting pencils to anyone that can get away with it. I,Ward Sebert, will my sweet tooth to anyone who can satisfy it. I, Betty Husselman, leave my mathematical genius to Eugene Bowman. I, Beverly Girardot, will my school supplies to anyone that wants them. I, James Soutar, will my brilliant remarks to Junior Hilkey. I, Jean Fee, bequeath my vim and vigor to next year's yell leaders. I, Jack Wagner, will my manly physique to Sag Hamilton. I, Emogene Stookey, will my diamond to Marilyn Luce. I, Marjorie Nelson, will my freckles to Richard Weirich. I, Eldon Howard, will my office appointments to James Stonebraker. I, Evelyn Martin, will my deluxe figure to Aurelia Johnson. I, Russell Badman. will my farm interests to Thomas Hoxie. I, Barbara Whetsel, bequeath my blond hair to Bonnie Roush. I. Joyce Ayers, leave my well-worn dog house to Roma Baird. I, Eugene Woolever, will my ability in writing love letters to Claude Buss. I. Harold Fike, leave my wavy hair to Dallas Myers. I, Dorothy Miser, will my glorious times to Delores Johnson. I, Stanley Friend, bequeath my booming voice to Robert Blomeke. I, Barbara Fox, will my good nature to any Senior grouch of next year. I, Clayton Crowl, leave my excess weight to Harold Johnson. I. Ethel Ackerman, will my pigtails to Betty Greer . I, Phyllis Fluke, will my brown eyes to Mildred Barnhart. I, Velma Freed, will my public speaking ability to Charlotte Harsha. I, Robert Duncan, bequeath my way with women to Robert Castator. I. Emogene Goodwin, will my stamps and stationery to Rosie Donaldson. I, Marilyn Stange. bequeath my pleasing smile to Mary Childs. The Class of Forty-four