Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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Cast HitU attb arHtanipnt We, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Five, being of unsound mind and failing health, do hereby publish and declare this document to be our last will and testament. We hereby will our precious possessions and memories to those whom we know will cherish them as we have. ARTICLE I SECTION I To Mr. Overmeyer we give our sincere affection, deepest courtesy and the pleas- ant memories which we have granted him. We are sorry that we have caused him so much trouble. To the Juniors we dedicate our room wh’ch we have occupied this last year, if you can all get in. We sincerely hope that they can bamboozle the teachers as we did. To the Sophomores we bequeath our empty lockers, providing they return all of our overlooked stubs. We are willing to let them have all overlooked cuds of gum. To the Freshmen we leave our self-confidence and dignity to replace their green backward ways. SECTION II To all our followers we leave the following, hoping that they take our donations and use to better themselves in the years to come. ARTICLE II SECTION I Individually we bequeath the following: I. Bonnie Roush, will my shortness to Elmer Bowers. I, Jo Smith, will my dimples to anyone that can use them to as good advantage as I do. I, Iris Leins, will all my boybriends but one to Enola Kohl. I. Ruth Bowman, will my ability of talking out loud and getting by with it, to anyone who thinks that they are capable of handling it. I, Betty Greer, reluctantly will my pictures of Van Johnson, to Ronda. I, Eileita Roop, will my mischievous manner to Nadine Reinhart. I, DeVon Myers, will my athletic ability to Dick Kutzner. I, James Stonebraker, will my ability to argue to Bud Freed. I, Roy Witt, will my bashfulness to Charles Dilgard. I, Ferman Milkey. Jr., will my way with the women to Red Weirich. I, Robert Bainbridge, will my school supplies to anyone who wants them. I. Dolores Shulz, bequeath my ability of skipping school to Barbara Shull. I, LaMar Imhoff, will my ability to have dates to Walter Schuster. I. Doris Ann Smith, will my late hours to Mary Childs. I, Tom Hoxie, will my way of fascinating the girls to Clayton Sattison. I, Eugene Bowman, will my serious expression to Max Fee. I. Dallas Myers, leave my beautiful blush to Dick Wilson. I, Mildred Barnhart, bequeath my blonde hair to Beverly Bunge. I, Marilyn Luce, leave my perfect love affair to Pat Reed. I, Delores Johnson, will my bow-legs to Annabelle Stange. I, Donald Smith, will, with deepest regret, my feminine attraction to Jack Miser. I, Howard Bowman, will my '38 Plymouth coupe to the junk yard. I, Aurelia Johr son, will my ability of getting to school after the tardy bell has rung to Joan Grimm. In witi.ess hereof, we have properly executed and sealed this last will and testa- ment at Waterloo High School, City of Waterloo. State of Indiana, in the year of 1945. The Class of Forty-Five Page 12

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ROY EDWARD WITT How many hearts havo you broken with those great big beau- tiful eyes? Basketball I, 4; Baseball 4; Hi- Y 4; F. F. A. 3. 4; Judging Team 3. 4: 4H Club 3. DOLORES SHULTZ RUTH M. BOWMAN A diamond sparkles on her hand and Ernie is the lucky man. Girl Reservos I. 2. 3. 4; Home Ec. Club I: Annual Staff 4. Why worry, everything will work out. Girl Rosorvos 3. 4; Home Ec. Club I. Annual Staff 4; Class Play 4. JAMES STONEBRAKER I stond at tho peak of a great career, will somebody please push me off? Hi-Y 3. 4; F. F. A. I. 4; Class Play 3: Annual Staff 4. eileita roop An energetic girl, an all around good sport. Girl Reserves I. 2. 3. 4; Glee Club I; Home Ec. Club I; Annual Staff 4; Class play 4. BONNIE ROUSH It is better to be small and shine, thon to be large ond cast a shadow. Girl Reserves I. 2. 3. 4; Home Ec. Club I: Annual Staff 4: Class Play 4. Page 11

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 C L ASS We re the Seniors of Waterloo High—the class of ‘45. We are the class that gets around and really acts alive: With a play, our sports, contests and things, A Rosebud and Trail Blazer done in style fit for a king. Blondie Myers, our President, is not so very tall, But he’s stern, sturdy and he rules over all; Junior Hilkey, the Vice, whose past is not cear. Takes over the work when the President is not here. Dee Johnson, our Secretary, a small little lass, Takes care of our money, and takes care of our class; Gene Bowman, the lad, with the keenest of mind, Can answer a question of most any kind. Joan Smith, our Historian, who's cheery and bright, Doesn't like Chemistry but says Governments all- right: Betty Greer, whose hair is a bright, golden red. When asked if she wants black says she'd rather be dead. Dallas Myers, a great guy, no better to be hod. Gets around quite a lot for a shy little lad: Rosie Donaldson, our queen, who's jolly and gay, Plays hookey at least once every other day. Tom Hoxie, a lad. who's here every day. Keeps coming and coming and can't stay away: Bonnie Roush, a wee lass, who is rather small, It’s a wonder she's not lost in the fast rushing hall. POEM The same for Iris Leins, who's also very small, But she gets around and finds her classes one and all; LaMor Imhoff. who with songs, has the girls weep- ing, Sings all the time except when he's sleeping. Doris Ann Smith, a lass who does mighty fine. Works down in the office keeping track of the time; Donald Smith, a poor guy, who the girls do chase, Sneaks off by himself to some lonely place. Howard Bowman, a lad, who has taken a lot of sass. Can always be found eating between every class: Bob Bainbridge, a lad. who is from the farm, To man, beast, or bird, he would do no harm. Rae Johnson, a lass, who is always nigh, Only perks up when a sailor passes by; Eileita Roop and Ruth Bowman who are always to- gether. Can always be seen in fair or stormy weather. Mildred Barnhart, a blonde, with eyes of blue. Keeps telling the teachers she has nothing to do; Marilyn Luce, a lass, who's really not fat, Can be heard at any time just talking of Satt. Roy Witt, a lad, took many extra courses, So he could graduate early to join the Armed Forces; Jim Stonebraker, is a guy who is very, very coy, And with his bright jokes has ruined many a boy. Now this, our class, to the world, I know, Will give their best wherever they go: We will help each other, and others too. To make this world a better place for you. —Junior Hilkey Page 13 V