Waveland High School - Hornets Nest Yearbook (Waveland, IN)

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H. V RAQUET Township Supervisor of Agriculture and Industrial Arts Arcadia High School. '05: Purdue Junior in School of ARriculture: Normal Training. C. N. C. Summer of '06. '07. '08; Valparaiso. Spring and Summer. '10 LAURA SPENCER History and Civics Waveland Hixh School. ‘89; Normal Training State Normal. '.90-'95; Indiana University, Summer. ‘05 EDITH MARIE McCAMPBELL. A. B. Waveland High School. ‘06; Franklin College. .12 MILDRED McCOOL Graduate West Middleton H. S.. '12; DePauw University. '12. '13. ' 13-' 14

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SUPT. EDGAR L. MARCRUM. A. B. Mathematic Wabash G !lefte. ’12: Columbia University. Summer 14 WILLIAM BURTON OWENS. Pg. B. Latin and History Franklin Collette, two years; Graduate Valparaiso University. '14 TILUE VON TALGE English Graduate of Franklin High School: Graduate of Indiana State Normal. '12: Wisconsin University. Summer. 14 CAROL R. A. MARCRUM Supervisor of Domestic Science Crawfordsville High School. ' 13: Special Work. Purdue, 14; Normal Training. Winona. '13

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(0ur iFantltu The greatest bug-bear in the school world, to me. Is that renowned bunch known as the Faculty; They try to look wise and they wear a great frown. They always have dignity mixed with renown. Whatever I do and whatever 1 say. Miss Von always says. That it isn't the way. And whene’er I say. Well. I really don’t know—” She then says, Why don’t you. I’d just like to know. Prof. Marcrum comes in looking wicked no doubt And bringing right with him a long hickory sprout. The Freshies, the Sophs and thejuniors turn pale— But what Senior cares for a teacher’s old flail? There comes Mr. Owens with blood in his eye. And my! he looks fierce as he goes prancing by. And then in a voice from the depths of his heels. He talks and he lectures and makes great long spiels. Then in comes Miss Spencer, a frown on her brow And says. We’ll have order, have order right now! But never a smile on your countenance must show— Or right on the green carpet, there’s where you’ll go. Another of them is Professor Racquet Who scolds us and moulds us through all the long day; There’s no use to worry when he enters in For he’ll call you down if you’re working like sin. Then there is Miss Marcrum who thinks she can cook. The girls all must wash. cook, and keep a note book, If one should not answer her every demand Right then is the time when that girl would be “canned. Our music teacher is one great sight to see She teaches us scales of W, X. Y and Z, If she gives you fifty, you’ll be doing well. Of course you’ll know her. she’s Miss McCampbell. Then there’s Miss McCool with her paint box and brush. She makes all the students just hustle and rush. If they don’t quite mind her she tells them what’s what. And then she just whips them, as quick as a shot. Dear Teachers, if only I’d heed their advice. And sit still and study, be quiet and nice I’d grow to be brilliant, I just bet I would— But then, what’s the use of forever bein’ good? —Roberta Burford, ’15.