Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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CLASS POEM — continued Leoma Vian, a country gal, Went skating and found many a pal; Her desire is a nice long life And hopes to become a farmer’s wife. Mary Weirich, editor-in-chief, Problems with the annual caused her grief; She gives Gene a lot of her time And for the future saves every dime. Maxine White, a banker’s girl, Hair is dark and always in curl; It’s been said she’ll marry soon, Maybe perhaps in the month of June. Nila Witt, a fickle gal, To Lucy Smith, a perfect pal; And in the future — a man on her hook; For him she’ll be a perfect cook. Donna Wolford, our short gal, To Emogene Hilkey an expressive pal; Won a contest her junior year; When she needs help, her grandma’s near. Bob McNall, very fast driver, Wishes his grades were a little higher; Says he’ll never use bookkeeping; His future, I guess will be sleeping. Ann Kuykendall is very quiet — Two brothers, three sisters, never a riot. From Michigan came she her senior year; With paint brush in hand she has naught to fear. Janet Marie Myers, a fiance, Is waiting now for that special day When Max and she will have their new home; I know, you see; I wrote this poem. SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Nineteen forty-one was a big year for this world. It was the beginning of World War II and the begin- ning of an education for the Class of 53. That was twelve long years ago, but many remembrances come back to us; our first grade shyness ,the mysteries of up-stairs and the laboratory, and the cold days when we would sit by the radiators for warmth. The grades flew by and finally in September of 1949 we found ourselves in high school. Our class consisted of forty members, and we were quite ac- tive. Mr. Leslie was our freshman advisor. During our sophomore year we developed our salesmanship ability by selling Christmas cards. We paraded through the halls wearing our newly pur- chased blue and white class sweaters. Mr. Riggins was our sponsor, and Mrs. Reed acted as co-sponsor. We entered the junior class with much confi- dence. Mr. Buesking ,our advisor, helped us out a lot. Several new things were added to our list of activities. We managed the concession stand at all the ballgames and at noons. Our play, ‘Aunt Suzie Shoots the This page sponsored by Mast’s Dry Groods Store, Waterloo Page 18 Works,” was one of the best seen in Waterloo in many years. All profits from these activities were put away for our senior trip. How proud we were the day we received our class rings! This is our senior year. It has been a happy and eventful year. We've had several drives and bake sales. Again our ability in salesmanship was called upon for our magazine sales. Also we again sponsored a very successful play, “The Dizzy Dillions.” Our. train trip to Washington, D. C., and New York City was more than we had anticipated and added many things to our “Catalogue of Remembrances.” All of our days at Waterloo High School will long be remembered by the members of the Class of Sas Our class officers are: Sponsor Aas he ee ee Robert Dove Presiden the an. eM ileu(. ty Ce Karen Bisel Bo oe en od Aaron Tribbett DECEPCArY tte. Bre wad ee ebay ... Doris Leins WE reasurer sates katt cage Cadena cara Lusina Smith Historians Bid owns Emogene Hilkey Phyllis Koon

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CLASS For the class of “53” School days are ending, seems to me; For each classmate a little verse; May it be for better or worse. Karen Bisel, class president, Garage too close, now fenders bent; To Stephens College she plans to go Where she'll study two years or so. Jack Cobbs, a Corunna lad, Operates a market with his dad; He likes to park at the Tri-Hi; No show’s on, Jack; tell us why. Willie Fulwider, Larry’s girl, While square-dancing just loves to whirl; She watches and sighs at each ballgame; Mrs. Oster will be her name. Phyllis Henderson, nickname Phil, She hates to take a horse sized pill; Accomplished much her senior year, Having dates with nothing to fear. Emogene Hilkey, drum-majorette, Cheered at ballgames with lots of pep; Clerk-typist she’ll be when out of school Abiding by each exact typing rule. Bob Hissong, a basketball star, Would rather play ball than study by far; He lives in Corunna, his old home town; His future, he says, is to settle down. Jim Knott, to us known as Dizzy, Drives his car and thinks he’s busy; We hear the Air Force is his aim; “Flying D iz” will be his name. Phyllis Koon, baton mistress, Works at Dunns’ with nary a fuss; And her Johnny plans to wait Until from school she'll graduate. Doris Leins, tiny and neat, As a true pal she can’t be beat; She plans greatly to increase her knowledge And study nursing in some college. Bessie Mergy, our class blonde, Of skating and boys she’s very fond; POEM In the band she plays clarinet, And on the air likes Smiley Burnette. Larry Oster, known as Spike, Wears bright socks of red and white; Most of all enjoys chem class And studies on the nuclei mass. Jeanette Owen, our song bird, Sings well and can be heard; Stan will wait a year or two Until her office work is through. Eva Powers, the tall lass, First engaged in all our class; As Mrs. Townsend in our play Stomped around for a month and a day. Bev Reinhart, Saturday night shopper, With Ned was once stopped by a copper; Live close enough, no need for letters; At ballgames now they wear twin sweaters. John Rhoadarmer, bass singer, Drives a Buick that’s really a dinger; Plans to enter I.U. and study dentistry; Hopes to teach Mr. Buesking some new chemistry. Nellie Rudolph, a marvelous cook, Prepares delicious things without a book; We haven’t heard just what she'll do When her high school days are through. Eugene Rynearson, Stub for short, In government class knew every court; He bought a new car the first of the year; To him it is his favorite dear. Tommy Simons, neatly dressed, Of all sports basketball’s best; When not in school, he likes to farm And to Punky Drerup do no harm. Lusina Smith, Lucy to all, Swoons over the leaves every fall; Enjoys life from the bottom to top And dislikes things which turn up a flop. Butch Tribbett, our big sleepy head, In bookkeeping wishes he were dead; When with Marge he’s full of pep And at the station took many a step. Page 17 —

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY KeRe2 Waterloo, Indiana December 2, 1968 Dear Mary Lou, Recently it has been my good fortune to take a trip over all of the United States. While on this trip I came in contact with or was informed of all the members of our Class of 1953. As I was leaving Waterloo’s Municipal Airport, I learned that the pilot of the jet passenger plane was Eugene Rynearson and Bessie Mergy was the stew- ardess. While in Detroit I decided to go to a movie star- ing Maxine (White) LaMour. I remembered that Butch Tribbett was owner of several large theatres in Detroit, so I called on him. He told me about Jim Knott’s being personal secretary to the President of the United States. Also, Butch said that Doris Leins had recently been promoted to the position of Head Nurse at the Mayo Clinic. From Detroit I went to New York City. I rec- ognized the elevator operator in the Empire State Building as Jack Cobbs. I learned from Jack that Eva (Powers) Morlin struck oil on her land. The second night in New York I attended a piano con- cert given by Karen Bisel. While I was in Washington, D.C., I visited Nila Witt, who is employed by the United States Mint. Both of us were surprised by the headlines of the evening paper. They stated that F.B.I. agent Tom Simons had arrested two criminals and closed an important case. The reporter of the big scoop was none other than Bob McNall. Next I went to Miami, Florida. I visited Nellie (Rudolph) Jones, who owns the famous Orange Grove Restaurant. Nellie said she buys all of her oranges from Leoma (Vian) Bender, who owns a large fruit farm in California. The restaurant was recently decorated by Wilint Dec, the interior dec- orator who redid the White House. Of course, we knew her as Willa Fulwider. I also learned from Nel- lie that Phyllis Henderson has done wonders as a mis- sionary in Africa. From Miami I went to New Orleans for the Mardi Gras. There I met John Rhoadarmer. He said that he is a veterinarian at Denver, Colorado. John informed me that Jeannette (Owen) Williams just made her first Columbia recording. He showed me a book of poems by Janet Warstler. You'll remember her as Janet Myers. While I was in Los Angeles, I purchased an origi- nal painting of Queen Elizabeth by Ann Kuykendall. I arrived home in time to hear Lusina Smith accept the position as first lady governor of Indiana. I cer- tainly was proud to hear that Bob Hissong has coached his Wildcats to the State Championship for the second time. I read in the paper where Mayor Larry Oster has declared Corunna a city. Also, I read that Donna Vee Wolford has accepted a position as English teacher in Auburn. This morning I talked to Beverly (Reinhart) Shippy—she runs that large chicken farm outside of town—and she said that Phyllis (Koon) Warner is in Alaska. The Air Force has made Mr. Warner Commander-in-Chief of all Air Force operations there. T’ll see you next week at club. Bye now, Emogene This page sponsored by Sutton’s Super Market, Waterloo Page 19