Waverly High School - Go Hawk Yearbook (Waverly, IA)

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92 THE PERISCOPE 1918 Senior C1855 officers AMOS COLBURN, ,President HELEN BEYER, T 'ice-President WENDELL KERN, Secretary and Treasurer MISS KRAUSHAAR, Class Advisor COLORS---Gray, 0111 Gold and Blank CLASS FLOWER---T'iolet MOTTO'-'KlIlll,1l08SibZ6 is U11-.flnlffwierm MD Eighteen Tune: W'h0n the Great Red Dawn is Shinin By HELEN JANE BEYER I. Tho we have reached the goal we've even' sought Goal in which thou hast Honor wrought Each dear old class room Each desk so marred and worn Now that we leave you A strange new love is born. Chorus: As the great world greets our class mates Showing each his path in life Telling of the joys and gladness Warning too of grief and strife As we trod the path we've chosen To do you honor we shall try Old Waverly High we leave you, To love you more as the years roll by. II. Ever you've helped us in our petty strife Watched us and trained us for our work in life Long may you prosper- Hold all men's esteem. - All this and more is the wish of Old Eighteen.

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15118 T1-l If PICRISCOPE 21 Isl1+:l,nN J. BHYEI: IH-ff ' College I'1'epu1-:Ltory So wise, so young, she Cannot live long'-single. Vice-president Senior Classg Class Playg K. K. Clubg Annual Staff. WnNm:1,1. IQERN lim- College l'l'0pul'u,to1-y A little slow, but always tlwref' Class Secretary and Treasurerg Class Playg Editor-in-Chief '18 Periscope. f'l.l+:s1N11: liulllfllilflli Sim- . Sviontitif' She oft has lxurnod tlw mid- night oil, llut new-r, oh, novor, in toil. Senior Class Play.

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luis THE PERISCOP13 2:5 GIH55 Song Tune: Over Th ure By ADALINE and FRED HENNINGS I. Class-mates, do you know that it's so, we must go, Our diploma won, play is done, work begung We must leave the dear old school, Where we've broken every ruleg But we'll have a heart, make 11 start, do our part, In life's busy throng forge along, brave and strongg Each will do his chosen work, And our tasks we'll never shirk. Chorus: So good-bye, Waverly High, Dear old school that we'll love till we dieg You've been patient ever With dull and cleverg We'll miss you as the years go byg Your aid we'll lack, but we'll come back At the call of the Yellow and the Blackg Tho years may change us, They can't estrange us, For we'll not forget our dear old Waverly High. II. Our school has stood the test, She's the best in the West, And we're proud to claim both her name and her fame, Loyal friend of days now gone, For her sake we'll Carry On. She sends us forth to iight with our might for the right And we'll do our bit, make a hit, never quit, When upon a goal we're set, 1918 ne'e1' failed yet. Senior Glass llbicnic Taking advantage of a short vaca- tion, the Senior class hiked for the woods. Needless to say, they ate din- ner when they got there. It required a few additions from Janesville to make it a meal, but that meant there would he more left for supper-and there was. just to say they had a good time will fill the bill: they did enjoy themselves, as far as we know. By the way, this picnic was at Riverside, and that meant more Seniors on the after- noon train. Things came to more or less of a crisis, or at least an anti- climax, when everybody turned in for our evening repast-or maybe it was just supper. XVe didn't have to depend on the train to take us back, or wouldn't have, if our jitneys had worked. liven Mar- vin's lecture didn't help any, or at least nothing more than to warm up the air, which was getting a little chilly. But this didn't stall us, we had a rope, and it wasn't much work to tow a Ford into town. Oh, yes, we had a chaperone, Miss Tyrrell, but she wasn't there all the time. Anyhow, nothing naughty was done. How'did we enjoy ourselves af- ter supper? VVe wouldn't dare say, but we all did enjoy ourselves. But it was a tired lot that got back after that strenuous day.