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

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1918 THE PERISCOPE 27 3nnior-Senior 1Reception On the night of April 18, the Juniors enter- tained the Seniors at the annual Junior-Senior reception. The program started out with a re- presentation of a graduation exercise given by the Junior class. With George Anderson as Mr. Ray, the program consisted of speeches by various members of the class, ,representing the members of the faculty. Also the vale- dictorian address was given. After the pro- gram, the party adjourned to the gym, where a splendid luncheon was served. The rest of the evening was spent in music and in a game of dates. A good time was had by all. Senior-3nntor llbicnic On May 15, the Seniors decided to have another picnic, and also to invite the Juniors. So arrangements were made, and the class journeyed to Riverside for another good time. Because of their classes, the Juniors were unable to come until about 3 o'clock, so the Seniors ate their dinner alone. With a few additions from town, a meal that satisfied all was made out. The afternoon was spent in fishing, loafing, and in solitary walks tby couples, thru the woods. When the Juniors came, more groups were seen taking these walks. But it was even fun to loaf, as one Senior said, after having to work so hard for the last few weeks. Supper was eaten at about 6 o'clock. After this, many were obliged to go back to town, so one by one tor, to be more correct, two by twoj the crowd went back to town, after having had a good time. Commencement llbrogram Music ........................................................................ ..........,...... . ........ H igh School Orchestra Processional- Pilgrims' Chorus' '..... ..,....,... H igh School Chorus Invocation ........... ......... ..................... .................... l 2 e v, A, XV, Henke Class Song ................................................................................................ Vtfritten by Helen Beyer Tune: When the Great Red Dawn ls Shining Valedictory .............. ........ ..........................,...,....................................................... l ' Idmund Rausch Class Prophecy '...... .... ........... H e rlxert Nolting, Fred Hennings Address .................................................................................................................. Dr. Forest C, Ensign Music- W'hen Twilight X'Veaves tlieethovenj ..................,.,,,.,,....... Senior Girls Presentation of Scholarships ...,.,,.,...... ..,......,,.,,,,..,,,,.,,.,,,,,..,,,,,, S upt, XV, H, Ray PFBS-Clitlfltiflri Ol History Medal ........................... Sons of American Revolution Pl't'S6l1t2lti0l1 Of Diplonms .................. H. G. Schell, President of School Board Class Song ..................................................,...... NVritten by Adaline and Fred Hennings Tune: Over There. MUSIC ..... .... ................. i.................,....................... l ' i igh School Orchestra

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26 THE PERISCOPE 1918 61855 DFODDCCQ Scene-Lobby of the Hotel Fortner, Wav- erly, Iowa. Date-July 4, 1936. Action-A tall, dark man signing his name to hotel register, a man of medium height awaiting his turn. Looks over first man's shoulder and sees name he signs. Starts, and after signing his own name, goes over to first man, who has crossed the room to where sev- eral easy chairs are standing before a window facing Bremer avenue. He stops and taps first man an the shoulder and says, Pardon me, but I saw that you signed your name 'Wendell Kern'. Might you be the same who was editor of the 1918 'Periscope'? I have that honor , replies Mr. Kern. Perhaps you may remember me says the other, for I chanced to be the assistant editor of the same publication. 'Pussy' Schluter, by all that's holy! ex- claims Kern. Sit down and talk awhile. They sit down, and after minor articles of conversation, from which Schluter finds out that Kern is a. doctor by profession, but is now serving as congressman from the Third district, an Kern finds out that Schluter is a prosperous corporation lawyer engaged in helping to break the laws Kern helps to make, at last the conversation comes around to the various members of their class. Some such statements as these were overheard: Say, what became of that lanky business manager of ours ? asks Schluter. Graening? Oh, he is a real doctor now, and is practicing at Irma.' By the way, sev- eral of our classmates are around about that prosperous little town. There's Amos, our president, you know, is running a large farm in partnership with Morgan. They get along pretty well, except that they keep quarreling over who is to have their fair housekeeper, a person by the name of Louise. They haven't settled that matter yet. Have you struck any of the members of our class? I have, now that you mention it , replied Schluter. A couple of months ago, I went into a bachelor's club, and there I saw on the list of members the name of Herbert Nolting. He was pointed out to me later, and say, but he is big and fat! No, I never got a chance to speak to him. And you've heard of that famous hair-dresser in Chicago? Well, she and Margaret L. of our class are one and the same. Yes, and that famous cartoonist for 'Punch', the one who signs the name of 'Piffie'. I was introduced to her ffor it's a womanj and found out that she was 'Pete' Beyer, of '18. Strange, isn't it? We all thought she'd have a home of her own soon, and here she is, an old maid, drawing cartoons for a magazine. This is sure a queer world, isn't it? Say, exclaims Kern, I just saw across the street another one of our fellows, 'Doc' Murphy. Yes, he's a doctor now. Lives in Denver, and has a family. Yes, the same one he had when in high school. And you've seen that famous 'Vamp' of the Peerless Moving Picture Co., that brunette, you know? Well, that's Orpha Jean. And that other 'Vamp' with the same company is Helen M. You know the quotation we had about her: 'With her roguish eyes', etc. Well, it's pretty true, I guess. But you must have been pretty busy if you haven't met some more of our famous classmates. Come to think of it, I have. You remem- ber 'Beany' Rausch. Always wanted to be president of something. Well, he became the president of some Reform League and they tried to prosecute our Hrm once. Ha! Ha! No, they didn't win. In fact, I turned the case on them and got them all convicted of perjury. His assistants were a couple of fellows named Behrens and Siegloff. The latter was a detect- ive. They all got ten years and a big fine. At Anamosa, I think. There was also a woman's reform league that tried to land me, too, but didn't succeed. Their leader was a woman by the name of Harmon. and she had some help- ers by the names of Schaffer and Barber. Here the conversation turned to music, as the band across the street began to play. Talking of your bands and orchestras, that one that is led by O. Byram, the long-haired brother of Monsieur Harold Byram, the fam- ous cornetist, is the best I've heard in years, said Schluter. I wonder if they could be the same Byram brothers that were in our class, and if that Mlle. Bodeker. their pianist, is the Clesine of the same class? They are the same, and their baritone player is Maurine L., of our bunch. Well, well we sure do have famous class- mates. Who is that whiskered farmer over 'here-the one with the red-haired wife? She has been jawing him for the last ten minutes. That's another member of our class, Sam Whitney. Same girl, too, that he had when in high school. And that tall, lanky fellow is Fritz Hennings. He is working for George Hoffman the inventor. That's the same Hoff- man that was in our class. And that little, short fellow over there in that big car, the one with the checked suit on, that's Hicks, manag- er of the motorcycle factory. But there's the man I've got an appointment with-Harold Gruben. He is another of our '18's, you know. Come on, we'll go out and see him. The two rise and leave hotel. M. F. S.

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28 THE PERISCOPE 1918 :Baccalaureate HbbYC55FFmaVeflQ Ecbool- OPERA HOUSE, MAY 19th, 1918 Dignity and Joy of Service By REV. EMIL H. RAUSCH, Pastor of St. Paul's Lutheran Church It is not a sermon that I am going to preach tonight. Indeed, to call it a sermon would be a misnomer. No, I intend to talk to you simply and plainly, without rhetorical frills and furbelows on a subject that should be of interest to us all. And it seems to me to be peculiarly pertinent and appropriate at this time when thousands and tens of thousands of our young men and women all over the land are graduating from high schools, academies, colleges and universities, custodians and trus- tees of the future as they are. Many of them are, no doubt, seriously considering their life work. Others are merely glad to be thru with the strenuous course of study and are just drifting, like Mr. Micawber in Dicken's im- mortal story, waiting for something to turn up. The goddess of riches, honor, fame, pleasure holds out her enchanting wand and the number of those willing and ready to be led by her is legion. It is the reason for my subject. We Americans have ofttimes been called, more or less as a term of contempt, a nation of shopkeepers and tradesmen. The world at large has been informed that our highest ideal is to make money, that with us success and riches are convertible terms. And indeed, with some people this seems to be the case. The making of money makes up the sum and are substance of their existence. Some there who are ready to violate their consciences and barter their very souls for its possession, tho this type is not limited to our side of the At- lantic by far. But this is true, that we Amer- icans have gloried rather in conquests of peaceful vocation and commercial and indus- trial achievement than in conquests by force of arms. And the hum and buzz of a machine out in the harvest fields or in our factories has been better music in our ears and a love- lier sight to our eyes than the mere glitter of gold braid and the martial rattle of the sabre. This is another reason why my subject ought to appeal to us all. I am going to talk to you about peaceful conquests, about investments, and particularly about one investment that always pays. No, I am not going to discuss the relative merit of stocks and bonds and mortgages and gilt edged paper, the value of which can be reckoned in and cents, nor yet of paper terms of dollars with a gilt edge, indeed, but of value only to the suave and courtly gentleman who is trying to sell it. I have in mind an investment that is giltedged in every way, that never falls be- low par, that ever yields magnificent dividends and returns, that brings joy while men live and soothes them when they die, that no periods of financial depression can depreciate, indeed, that grows greater and more valuable the harder and worse the times. I want to hold this up for your consideration. And whoever we are, and whatever we are, and wherever our place and station in life, and whatever our calling and profession, I want to hold this up to you as that one factor which gives value, real, moral and eternal value to it all. I have in mind the life that is invested in service for God and man, and I wish to speak to you for a little while of the Dignity and Joy of Service. It is told of Thomas a'Kempis, the author of one of the greatest books of devotion, the Imitatio Christi, Imitation of Christ, a book that came out in more editions and has been translated into more languages than any other, the Bible only excepted, that once during his school days his preceptor asked the class, Which passage of Scripture conveys the sweetest description of heaven? One ans- wered, There shall be no more sorrow. Another said, There shall be no more death. A third, They shall see His face. But Thomas, who was the youngest of them all, after a moment of thoughtful reflection, ans- wered, His servant shall serve Him. -There is no greater investment ever come to mo1'tal man, no greater opportunity, whoever and whatever we may be, than this. Our Lord Jesus Christ says, No man liveth to himself alone. He needs the other man, just as the other man needs him. And again, He who would be greatest among you, let him be the servant of all. Did it ever occur to you that the most powerful man in the most powerful empire on the face of the globe, an empire on whose dominions the sun never sets, that the most powerful man in the British Empire is not the king? He not called the Czar, nor the Imperator, nor the Shah, nor the Sultan. He is called the Prime Minister. And min- ister is only another word for servant. Service for God and fellowman, in whatever way you put it, whatever it involves and in- cludes, great things or small things, serving a nation or serving the least of its citizens, is the greatest, the most enduring, the most sat- isfying investment that life knows. Wealth takes wings and flies away and even the wealthiest Croesus cannot, as he dies, take those things with him which he values. He is then only the late So-and-So. He is no longer a personality. He is only just a lump of clay. And those things which his thrift or his success accumulated now only furnish his heirs with an occasion to display another kind of thrift, namely spend-thrift. Honor and fame and popular favor are as fickle as the ocean's wave. Pleasure ofttimes requires a bromide on the day after. And even the strength and power of young manhood loses its grip as the eyes grow dim with advancing years. But ser-