Waverly High School - Novel Yearbook (Waverly, OH)

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T II K THi E It f Class Prophecy When [ started for Peru, that late summer day, little did I dream of the amazing adventures that awaited me there. I arrived in the southern part of the country in the year of I960. I at once started to explore the surrounding territory. I had traveled but a few miles when I reached an Indian village. I reached the center of the village, and there a drama was being enacted before my eyes. On a magnificent throne sat the great Indian Chieftain, Charles Pressler, surrounded by his numerous wives, among whom I saw Ruth Johnson, Jessie Peach, Mary K. Morris, Edith Stitt, and Viola Rider. Before them, bound to a huge stone, was the colonial governor, Robert Vallcry. Earl Edwards was standing over him, waiting tor the command to dash out his brains. At this moment, E. Ann McCormick, a beautiful Indian princess, appeared upon the scene and begged that his life be spared. Nearb sat Pauline Dunham writing about the latest murder mvsten among the Indians. C ' r looked toward the other end of the village and saw the sunlight glinting on red hair. I walked closer and there stood George Gableman begging for peace with the Indians. I went farther and soon came to a river. As I stood watching, a canoe came into view. The occupants proved to be missionaries, Lloyd Wood and f orest Markham, accompanied by their good wives, Agnes Lightle and Margaret Pfeifer. I walked farther and soon found a large building in the center of a small clearing. I knocked on the door and was asked to enter. I walked in, and there was Anna Laura Haynes teaching in the village school. I heard a funny noise coming from another part of the building. I peeped into the next room and there sat Feme Parker and Geneva Pfeifer pounding typewriters. I next went into another part of the building and met James Call, who was teaching the Mechanical Drawing class. I went outside and was attracted to another part of the village by the sound of loud cheering. I went closer and there was Harvey Roosa and Bernice Crabtree conducting a field meet. I purchased the village newspaper and learned that Harold Brown, Carlton Bland, and Frank Smith were visitimr a neighboring tribe of Indians. I also learned that Lucille Wood and Cecil Donahue were married and were the proud parents of a family of six beautiful children. George Christman had become the foremost politician in all the surrounding tribes. I next read an advertisement which stated that Eugene Rose was managing the local hardware store where you could purchase anything from a needle to a threshing machine. Twenty-three

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f tiii: tivi: ii (Cl ass Will—Continued) I, Edith Ann McCormick, will the cosmetics from my desk to Marjorie Pollard. I, Viola Miller, bequeath my love for hitch-hiking to Virginia Caldwell. I, Violet Miller, bequeath my ability to wave hair to Alice Lightle. I, Maxine May, will my smiles to Vera Rose. I, Frances Oyer, will my calmness and neatness to Martha Cotton. T, Kerne Parker, will all my chewing gum parked under the desks to the janitors. I, Charles Pressler, bequeath my brown hair to Jim Schauseil. T, Viola Rider, bequeath my bashfulness to Faye Rader. I, Eugene Rose, will my pleasing ways to the junior girls. I, Geneva Pfeifer, will my typing ability to some struggling junior. I, Margaret Preifer, will my Art notebook to Miss Hutt. I, Jane Schauseil, will my daintiness to Merle Oyer. I, Frank Smith, will my curly locks to Ruth Johnston, (soph.) I, Mary K. Morris, will my History notebook to Forrest Easterday. I, Forrest Markham, bequeath my sweet disposition to all the faculty. I, Edith Stitt, will my twist to Bonnadine Bonner. I, Frank Tackett, will my intelligence to anyone who thinks it is worth having. I, Lucille Woods, bequeath my talking eyes to the sophomore boys. I, Lloyd Woods, will my unprepared social science lesson to some poor sophomore. I, Robert Vallery, do hereby bequeath my way with the women to Howard Ross. T, Harvey Roosa, do will my place on the football squad to Orville Oyer. IV e do hereby nominale our dearly beloved teachers, Mr. Diley and Mr. Teicherty to be the executors of this, our last will and testament. In witness whereof we have hereunto set our hands and seal this seventh of February, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-three. Signed, sealed, and declared by aforesaid class, for the will and testament of the Senior Class of 1933 in the presence of us who at their request y have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses. Charles Gableman, Mayor of Waverty. J. V. Stone, Minister, Waverty. Twenty-two

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 THE TKiEH (Class Prophecy — Continued) I noticed a steady trend of people passing by, so I followed them. I soon found myself before a beautiful theater, which was owned by Bernard Curry. I purchased my ticket and entered, and to my astonishment, found Maxine May and Violet Miller in smart uniforms working as ushers. When I was seated I discovered that Jane Schausiel was sitting by me. I learned that she was a decided success in writing modern novels. Some hours later when I left the theater I found that I was hungry, and upon inquiring of a passerby where I might secure something to eat, was given directions for finding a small delicatessen shop. I entered the shop and found that it was owned by Virginia Lee Deacon and Beryl Corn. We talked of our bygone school days until I decided that I must return to my home. I went out on the street and hailed a taxi. I thought it looked familiar, and as it came to a stop I discerned that it was Kenneth Cline with his little old school bus, now gaudily painted red. As we neared the outskirts of the village we saw three people walking. We stopped and to our amazement learned that it was Ellen Loel, Frances Oyer, and Viola Miller gaily setting forth to see the world. What is that noise! Only the alarm clock. I must have been asleep! What I have told you must have been a dream, and yet it could be true. Who can say? Twenty-four