Waverly High School - Novel Yearbook (Waverly, OH)

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THE TIGER I. Marie Robinson, will my Basketball playing ability to Ruth Johnson. I, I'aul Streitenberger, will niy quiet ways to some of those smart, noisy Freshman. I, Bernice Schilling, will all of my class room notes to the Library to be used for reference work. I, Robert Taylor, will my way with the women to Red Schauseil. I. Hallie Ware, will my art knowledge to Wilbur Perkins. I, Richard Watkins, will my specs to some near-sighted Freshie. I. Bernard Wav. will my puppy love affair to any one who wants it. I. Greta Way, will my attractiveness to some of the less fortunate Juniors. I. Emma Wipert. will my poise to Anna Laura Haynes. All the rest of our property, real and personal, we will to be equally divided among the faculty and the underclasses of Waverly High School. lastly, we do nominate and appoint Lenora Vallery. Helen ()rr and Dudley Harris to be the executors of our last will and testament. In witness thereof, we. the said class of one thousand nine hundred and thirty-two of Waverly High School have to this our last will and testament subscribed our names and affixed our seal, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-two. Signed, sealed, published and declared by the aforesaid class of one thousand nine hundred and thirty-two as and for their last will and testament in the presence of us who at their presence and in the presence of each other have ascribed our names as witnessed heretofore. CHARLES GABLEMAX, Mayor of Waverly. REV. H. H. WILBUR. Minister, Waverly. Ohio. Twenty'One

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 4 THE T A GE K CLASS WILL W e, the Class of 1932. realizing that our school days in Waverly High School have come to an end do hereby on April 30, in the year of our Lord, 1932. in this our last will and testament, make the following bequeaths: First: To the Junior Class we will our school spirit and privileges as Seniors. Second: To the Faculty we offer our best wishes and admiration. Third : To the following individuals. 1. Mildred Bauer, will my quietness to Virginia Deacon. I. Jessie Brown, will my George to any Junior girl wishing to take the same. I. Harold Brown, will my sex appeal to Earl Edwards. I. Pauline Bowman, will my booming voice to one of the meek Sophomores. 1. George Bushatz, will my beautiful raven locks to Charles Pressler. I.' Adrian Crabtree, will my ability to argue to some promising Junior. I. Burnice Crabtree, will my athletic ability to Squirt Shrader. I. Helen Cutler, will my way with the men to Dorothy Brooks. I. Beulah Eblin, will my gym clothes to Ruth Johnson. I. Ralph Emmit. will mv position as expert typist to Bohbv Vallerv. 1. Helen Franklin, will mv daintiness to Frances Oyer. 1, Virginia Lee Hamilton, will my knowledge of Chemistry to some poor struggling I unior. 1. Martha Hartley, will mv l’iketon lx y friend to any one who can get him. I. Edwin Haynes, will my magnificent physique to Joseph Foster. 1. Margaret Jones, will my uncomparable History recitations to any Junior. 1. Guy Leatherwood. will my studiousness to Dick” Crabtree. 1. Virginia McCormick, will my voice to “Soupie” Crabtree. I. Margaret McDowell, will my artistic ability and (Lew) to the first one that gets them. 1. Isabel Montgomery, will to all the Juniors my knowledge as they will need it in Mr. Helman's classes. 1. Verna Murphy, will an old worn out, tin. Scioto class ring to Pearl Durham. I. Arnold Murray, will my old Mechanical Drawing plates to some striving Junior. I. Marie Osborne, will my ability to write to any one that wants it. 1. Helen Overman, will mv timidness to Edith Ann McCormick. I. Leon Ratliff, will my Mechanical Drawing plates to any one that wants them. 1, Geneva Reed, will Howard to some fortunate little Junior. Twenty

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THE TIGER CLASS PROPHECY It was night. The snow was piled up in heaps outside. The clouds were sailing away. The moon shone down on the glistening snow. The stars twinkled brightly. All was quiet except for the occasional whistling of the wind. But ah! in my warm, cozy, living room I was curled up in a chair by the fireplace, watching the dancing and crackling fire as 1 was glancing through my 1932 Tiger”. I turned the pages. Memories came rushing back to me. 1 closed my eyes. Hosts of thoughts passed across my mind—they wandered back to my classmates who had graduated from Waverly High School in 1932. I tried to imagine each student as he appeared the eventful night of our graduation: but I did not have even a vague image. Everything was changing. Even the fire was dying, the “Tiger” slipped slowly from my hands, I sank deeper into the chair and fell into a happy slumber when— I heard a timid knock on the door. Opening the door, 1 saw an aged man carrying a black leather valise. He introduced himself as a salesman with an apparatus which he called a Visionary . Being greatly interested I invited him in to explain more fully its use. He asked me for some old snapshots with wdiicli he could demonstrate. But those scenes meant little to me. Can you place the pages of my “Tiger in the machine so that I can visualize my old classmates?” I asked. Surely, with that you can depict the future of each of your former classmates, he answered, if you will hold the pages in front of the Visionary while I push on the button, the pictures taken by this machine will convert the pictures of the Tiger into scenes made on one long reel. Then you may turn the reel and see for yourself . Behold! Before me was revealed a beautiful lady who was singing before a large audience of a noted New York theatre. She proved to be none other than Greta W ay. Her accompanist was Helen Cutler. Her fingers flying over the keys reminded me of the many hours she practised in her school days. Turning the reel again, 1 saw Bernice Schilling and Verna Murphy in a room of a well-known hospital in Cleveland. They were bending over the bed of George Bushatz who, as a pilot, had been injured when Baby Blimp figured in an accident. Those girls had always wanted to be nurses and their wish had at last been granted. rile next picture revealed Jessie Brown and Geneva Reed clerking in departments of a large store in Cincinnati, which was owned and operated by my old classmate. Edwin Haynes. In the fourth scene I saw a vision of the National Capitol. There in the office of the Secretary of War, I saw Richard Watkins. Advancing toward his desk I noticed Martha Hartley holding several type written sheets of paper. At last, Martha had climbed to the height of her ambition—a private secretary. In the next scene a neat tiny kitchen was revealed. At the sink a pleasantfaced little woman was washing dishes. 1 recognized her as my old chum, Beulah Eblin, who is now married and living on a small modern farm in the suburbs of Wakefield. As I turned the reel 1 saw Pauline Bowman and Mildred Bauer as bookkeepers in the offices of a large publishing company in Springfield. Twenty-two