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

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I, Carl Meyers, do will to Carl White, my Dodge so that he may get through the snowdrifts. I, Harold Albright, do will Dorothy Harris to Arthur Korth. I, Helen Anhalt, do will my graceful stride to Nevelyn Parrott. I, Florence Babcock, do will to Viola Heine my book How To Be Happy Though Married. I, LaVon Bachtell, do will Bob Giles to Jessie Poole. I, Ruth Barnes, do will a case of mumps and a keg of dill pickles to anyone who wants them. I, Laura Bauer, do will to Zenobia Anderson my book on Social Evenings for Two. I, Charles Lowder, do will my Physics grades to the many Juniors who will be in need of such. I, Martha Kennedy, do will my late hours to Jeanette Jay. I, Ann Leary, do will my Stafcomb to Arlene Buhrow. I, Wynona Nolte, do will my powder and paint to Emma Griffith. I, Leonard Stacy, do will my mouth organ to Earl Nissen. I Helen Quibell, do will my curls, I never had, to Ora Glee Moehling. i I, Elda Walther, do will my dignity to Hermione May. I, Glenn Woodruff, do will my excess steam to Dick Hardin, to be used in playing his bass horn. I, Lydia Becker, do will my goggles to Virginia Hart. I, Marie Benedix, do will to Vera Mae Garner my fur coat. I, Lloyd Bevans, do will my good looks to Erle Frese. I, Beth Hill, do will my country school to Kathleen Casper. I, Edna Lambert do will my sevenfleague strides to Bonnie Miller. I, William Coffin, do will my ability to bluff to Willard Chestnut. I, Ellen Rew, do will to Leonard McCurnin my motto, To flunk is human, to pass is divinef, I Wendell Ormston, do will my patent leather hair to Bill Leary. I, Ruth Morrill, do will to Wava Hursch my position as star forward. I, Erna Westendorf, do will one dozen jazz records to Margaret Homan. I, Stuart VanDorn, do will all my letters in athletics to Lorenz Bodecker. I, Ardith Wheeler, do will my switch and hair net to Beulah Webster. I, Lorenz Brandt, do will my quiet manner to Lenos Stufflebeam. I, Dorothy Bills, do will my diamond to Esther Grawe. I, Ruth Holmes, do will my auburn tresses to Margaret Harmening. I, Richard Bruns, do will my ability as a student to anyone who doesn't want loo much. I, Edith Green, do will my acrobatic career to Virginia Turner. I, Kenneth Pape, do will my robust appearance to Vern Homan. 1 I, Norman Studier, do will a carton of cigarettes and a book on the latest steps to Leonard McCurnin. I, Arlean Luesenhop, do will all my old cuds of gum to some needy Freshman. I, Viola Hall, do will my surplus weight to Virginia Kingsley. I, Ruth Cooper, do will my steady to my sister, Grace. I, Paul Gallagher, do will my sheikishness to Orville Christophel. I, Fern Blodgett, do will an Underwood typewriter to Ralph Cutler, so he can type with more speed next year. I, Eleanor Beyer, do will my school girl complexion to Margaret Lynch. 9 .i...Q-.DD Class Prophecy In the year 1949, as I was on another one of my summer jaunts, I was delighted to receive an invitation to call on the great Charles Lowder, more generally known as the second Edison. On this day I was careful to be punctual, as I did not wish fPage 271

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Class Will We, the Seniors, do will to the honored Faculty all the sunshine during the year 1929, as they will need it to brighten their lives after we are gone. We, the Seniors, do will to Mr. Clevenger a student body that never borrows his master key. We, the Seniors, do will to Miss ment to be used in teaching Algebra We, the Seniors, do will to Miss We, the Seniors, do bequeath to word themes. fWe feel that there will be a great need for these next year.j the Seniors, do will to Mr. Smith a new grade book to be used when one mysteriously disappears. We, the other We, the Seniors, We, the Seniors, We, the Seniors, collection. We, the Seniors, We, the Seniors, do do do do do Fry a book of hints on new jewish accompani, 'O'Connell a group of quiet P. T. Classes. Mrs. Lennen a book of new topics for 1,000f will to Miss Sperati a bell that always has rung. will to Miss Arser a few swimming instructions. will to Mr. Akin all our nerve to add to his already large will to Miss Rice our admiration as a perfect class advisor. will to Mr. de Neui a revised book in Agriculture to be used in teaching Normal Training girls. We, the Seniors, do will to Miss Boege a study hall in which everyone has faces front. We, the Seniors, do will to Miss Beck a new type of silent typewriter. We, the Seniors, do will to Mr. Leatsler, a few of our practical ideas. We, the Seniors, do will to Mr. Leach a new Cornet, guaranteed not to dent when dropped. We, the Seniors, do bequeath to Miss Duncan our ability to get excited and make noise. We, the Senior Class, do will to Miss Rowe our ability to get news from the office. We, the Seniors, do bequeath to Miss Zimmermann all our company manners to be used by her on rainy days. PERSONAL BEQUESTS I, Gerald Sullivan, do will to Dwight Bailey my ability to carry one subject and drag the other three. I , William Quibell do will my chair in the VanDorn household to Bob Wil , son. I, Bertha Thieking, do will my good times to Ada Robbins. I, Harold Broderson, do will my standfin with the girls to John Hastings. 'I, Marie DettmeL.do will my B. B. career to Ruth Cutler. I, Margaret Taylor, do will Glenn Woodruff to Juanita Scott. I, Erwin Wedemeir, do will my ability as a poet to Louis Nelson. I, Ada VanDom, do will my sunny disposition to Della Moehling. I, Esther Westendorf, do will my brogue to Lorena Schiefelbein. I, Hildegard Frese do will my sur lus altitude to Peter Gambaiani . , p . . Helen Chambers, do will my superfnatural power to drive a certain Whippet thirty miles in eleven minutes to Bob Giles. I, Roger Ginther, do will to Lester Boorom my interest in the Wrigley Spearmint I, will my wit to some of the Freshmen, who need it so I, William McHugh, do will my ability to hold hands to Clarence Morgan. I Company. I, Arthur Noel, do badly. , Grace Miller, do Laird. I, will my many love letters, from Greene, to Laura Gail Mable Medders, do will my industry to Paulus Maas. fPage 261

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to miss seeing the great inventor whose famous works, such as the electrical mouse trap setter, pancake turner and clothesline stretcher had become household necessities. But he was still trying to harness atomic energy. The maid ushered me in and I found the inventor dozing in an easy chair. He started up at my approach, greeted me cordially, and immediately began to recall the days when we were home townersn together. We had not been talking five minutes when the maid announced that a Mr. Sullivan had called. The inventor sprang to his feet. Not jerry Sullivan? he asked. Did he give his first name? I don't know, sir, replied the maid. I'll see. A moment later she ushered in a man and a lady, accompanied by two little girls with bright red hair. Of course, we recognized Jerry at once, but it took a few moments for us to make certain that the lady with him was Martha Kennedy. jerry told us that he had been a True Story writer now for sometime. Charles a.nd I didn't wonder at that, because we remembered that he could write notes better than any one else in school. It came out that he and his wife and children were on their way to a summer resort where jerry could find something to write about because he had run out of scandal and really didn't know what to buy his new car on. Finally, I felt impelled to tell some news, so I said, I hear the Class of 1929 is going to have a reunion at Waverly day after tomorrow. Is that so? said Charlie. I haven't seen the old town now for seventeen years. Oh, I'd like to go! exclaimed Martha. ' How can we? asked Gerald. We've got to get hold of some scandal for that next confession of mine. Scandal! I exclaimed. You'll find just as much around Waverly as you'll find at any summer resort! I guess you're right, said Charles. Let's go! You remember Bruns-Richie Bruns? Well, he's got a flying field near here. I'Il bet he'd take us to the reunion. As he spoke he picked up an umbrella from the table, quickly opened it and motioned for us to be quiet. I had to ask, VVhat's that? Some new kind of radio? Radio! said Charlie scornfully. Nothing so oldffashioned as that! This is another invention of mine-a bumblegraph I call it. He quickly got in touch with Bruns who said that he was feeling just a little homesick for Waverly himself and said that he guessed he could easily spare a few days to take the gang up. After a frenzied hour or so we were all ready to go. We all met at Charles' house before we went to the field. We were just ready to leave when Charles gave a jump and ran back to his bumblegraph. We waited and listened while he said, Hello, Marty, I almost forgot all about you. The gang is here ready to go to Waverly to the class homecoming. Can you go? Rush along then and we'll meet you at the flying field. On the way to the field Charlie told us about Marty. It seems that after Marty graduated she went to Chicago and joined a show. They were making a great success, when the manager ran away with all of the receipts and left them, stranded. After that Marty had joined a night club as a dancer. She and Charles had been married soon after that, but she wasn't around home much, as she spent a lot of time at the cabaret teaching girls to dance. We arrived in Waverly six hours later. Richie Bruns had already wired con- cerning our coming, so we were not surprised to find a group of people out at the field to see Richie's powerful 120fpassenger plane. A very young woman, or at least she appeared as such, whom we recognized as Eleanor Beyer, was introduced as the mayor of Waverly, and made a short speech of welcome. She later told us that she ran a beauty parlor as a pastime besides performing her duties as mayor. On the way to town we passed a mammoth roadhouse. We were told that it was run by Arlean Luesenhop. She had been married four times, had been divorced four times, and was planning on making Had Broderson, the town's most popular tonsorial artist, husband number five. After so much information, we stopped to I:Page 28:1