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

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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

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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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see her, partly for jerry's sake, as he said he wanted to see what she looked like after having so much matrimonial grief. The first people we ran on to were Stew and Bert, who were roadhouse entertainers. Bert sang and Stew did sleightfof-hand tricks. We ate some sandwiches while Stew and Bert danced an Apache dance for us. , As we passed through the huge traffic jams on Bremer Avenue we noticed a skyscraper with a large sign Ginther E? Gallagher Packing Co., Inc. It was later learned that Paul had finally married Ann Leary after a romance lasting five years. Roger Ginther was still waiting for Grace Miller to get over her broken romance with Glen Woodruff. They further elucidated the information that Glen was running a wallpaper factory in town and was still the town dandy, although it was suspected that he wore a wig. As we went past the State Bank of Waverly, we noticed a sign, Harold Albright, Cashier, although he was much more interested in the doings of the Rotary Club, which was now putting on a campaign to reduce the city smoke nuisance. We went to the new Hotel Clevenger for rooms and were astonished to see Wendell Ormston and Kenneth Pape rush up and grab our grips. Wendell said that ever since he had been elected High School cheer leader he had never been com fortable out of a uniform and so turned bellhop permanently. He told us that Florence Babcock owned the hotel and that Ellen Rew was one of the chamber maids. The next morning we went to call on Wynona Nolte, who had become im- mensely wealthy by her invention and sales of Flapper Fannie Face Cream. She agreed to accompany us to the banquet late that afternoon. When we arrived, we found that Bill Coffin had come from Chicago under protection of three of the best gunmen in America, to serve as toastmaster. After Bill had taken Scarface Al Capone for a ride in 1945, he had held complete sway over the liquor racket in the Windy City. We had barely gotten our hats hung up when Lydia Becker had already cornered a group and was reftelling them all the gory details of her operation. Bill Coffin had just begun a speech and was telling a joke when Jerry broke into a loud laugh and started running down the length of the hall. We watched and saw him grab Bill McHugh's hand and then slap him on the back. We were told that Bill was professor of sociology up at Wart' burg and that he and his colleagues had just returned from a long expedition to the South Seas, where they studied the sleeping habits of the Fiji Islanders. Among the speakers of the evening were Beth Hill, state superintendent of pub' lic instruction, Marie Dettmer, who was a returned missionary from India, and Wil- liam Quibell 3l IIDl7fI1, the famous comedy team who were cofstarring in Warner Brothers' new AllfTalkie, The Stinging Fool, which was being directed by Marie Benedix, who had to refrain from all violent exercise after a lion chewed her ear off while hunting wild game in East Congo. Charles was to have talked, but he excused himself, saying that he had sunburned his tonsils while gazing at the tall buildings in Waverly. After the banquet they elected Alumni officers for the next year. Helen Anhalt was elected president. I forgot to tell you that Helen had finally made the editorship of The Waverly Democrat. Fern Blodgett was elected secretary and treasurer. After this Jerry and Bill spent a long time discussing the time Mrs. Lennen took 20 per cent off their grades for wearing their hats in the building. just then someone came up and gave me an awful wallop on the back. I turned and saw Hildegarde Frese, wearing an aviator's helmet. She had just flown up from Mexicci where she was private secretary to Portes Gil. She spent a long time telling us of her revolutionary experiences. She had also brought Ruth Morrill and Mabel Med' ders with her, who had been teaching in Arizona. just then Bill McHugh began to laugh and pointed to the opposite side of the room. There were Carl Meyer and Lorenz Brandt in overalls. They were still farming and are known all over the world for their doublefpointed carrots, which they are raising in addition to keeping the slaughter house of Gallagher E? Ginther supplied with livestock. Paul told us that fPage 291