Williamsport High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Williamsport, IN)

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..., ..- rg, .,, . , 'f'4-l-E x -1 . M: ' ,Ag K -Lk. Q- i ,w ,- . .'l ' ' ' 'f. t ' I if N V1 K 0x X ,f .Q .l l ,- 1 T ,Y J 1. X5f!::43' Extracts at Random from a Senior Diary September, 1925--Up betimes and hastily donned apparel in an- swer to the bell from the center of learning. Hastened to class meet- ing, dreading the outcome that would ensue. Our fears do be well founded. O, shame! that fellow creatures should address each other in language so vile. One new member, Master Doty, hath entered our ran s. November, 1925-Partook of right royal entertainment in the roasting of weiners and marshmallows at the Roost of Buzzards. Mr. Davis, Master of Ceremonies, withal of jovial disposition and possessed of much wit, doth point out nature's beauties and the scenery as we go by. Thence homeward in company with Classmates, except as to one girl possessing hair of auburn, and masculine portion who did pre- fer to be conveyed townward in Mr. Davis' horseless carriage. September, 1926-To school again. We Sophomores have discov- ered evil intents on the part of the Seniors, but will express proper con- tempt by our calls of the lowly goose and the animal known as Feline. November, 1926-Thanksgiving party with all its merriment and goings on. We have the honor of holding forth a party for the first time in the new building. Right properly we do be chaperoned by Mr. Leath and charming sister. The hour being late we imbibed' delicious drink made from bean of cocoa tree and sundry other dainties spread in the commercial room. Thence homeward. January, 1927-Betook ourselves at the hour of seven to prepare for a bit of acting in the drama Bachelors Forever. Withal, we Sophomores are right ably assisted by the Class of Juniors, and we think the play a huge success, being zealously coached by Miss Pence. September, 1927-Our Class has weathered every gale with few disastrous results. Right faithful have we lived by our motto which sez: The elevator to success be not in working order, take ye the stairs. December, 1927-The footlights lure us ever with their call and we must needs respond with The Hoodoo. 'Tis drama filled with dark conspiracy, yet acted with much nicety by members of the Junior and Senior classes. April, 1928-Of a certainty you should have witnessed the play, Patty Makes Things Hum, -a play well worthy of such a company as we do be. May, 1928-We act as host to the Senior Class at a reception be- holden in the Presbyterian Church. Merrily did we give attention to a program of merit and repasts of dainty nature. September, 1928-In number ten we assembled ourselves back to the pursuit of knowledge. It is decided Master Dean Stewart shall be Grand Master of proceedings, Miss McCoskey, Asst. Grand Master, Miss Gregory, Official Recorder and Comptroller of the Currency. May, 1929-Funeral garments do be prepared for the lamenting graduates. Soon shall we be thrust in the cruel, cruel World-thence to sink or swim. One las V ,nglolbalwgand thqii we do bid High School days farewell forever. , gill., is Dippy '29 G , mei Ziff-Eiimliifififa Page fyfeen

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ELMA THOMASON -7 Goldie Locks A bashful air, be- coming everythingg A well-bred silence, always at command. FREMONT CONLEY -ffcindyf' Ignorance is blissg 'Tis folly to be wise DALE DOTY iupetev O happy love! Where love like this is found O heartfelt rapture! Bliss -beyond com- pare. ROBERT PAINTER - Kearney Why so' wan and pale, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? ff' '7 , ,ff if ,i ff' .. I '-Nf .. . f' il -' I ' f A' ' A J' f . 4 ,J If f ' i' av' .IW ' 4 , f lv f , ,- ll E1 Q.- '- , 1- RICHARD RUSH - Rich Thy sports, thy wanderings when a child were ever in the sylvan -dell. HELENA HELD - Ginger There is none like thee among the dancers, none with swift feet. MARY MARGOT NEHRIG 'TKHI-len!! Of all sad words of tongue or pen The saddest are these: They call me 'Hen'. -.... -- I, j,!l.,..i . . if f ,f ig ffl' Page fourteen

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s,-'V ,., Y,' 2, rl - ij 3:A'!fl.?glj-gr-6,224 f When Class of ,29-gnmes Into Its Cwn The day's work had been hard. The cooling breeze of evening was dissipating the heat of the day and fanned my brow as I wondered aimlessly, hat in hand, along the city street. I did not know what to do. The wife and children were away for the hot summer months and I was alone. I strolled on down the street. A huge electric sign in the distance blinked and beckoned to me as I was drawn toward it. It was a movie palace de-luxe. I entered. The cool, clean air of the room was refreshing. I sank back into my seat with a sigh of content. The or- chestra lulled me into a delicious languor. In a few moments came the flash of the opening scene. A voice iloated across the air, and I was in another land-a land of bewildering adventure and bewitching re- ality. Amazed I rubbed my eyes and stared. The scene was in a garden -a beautiful garden. One could tell that it was southern California. Many people were there, walking along the flower-bordered paths or sitting at tables in shady nooks. But what surprised me most,-aston- ished me, was that I knew some of them. Dean Stewart, tall and grace- ful, was bowing over the hand of a beautiful woman. I didn't know her but I did know the two standing on either side. Helena Held, imp- ish and audacious, smiled at his manner. Elma Thomason, reserved and dignified, watched also. I had hardly made myself believe what I saw when I was surprised to behold two more couples join the group. Could it be possible that this dark haired beauty was Berniece McCos- key and this polished, aristocratic man at her side Fremont Conley? And there was Martha Gregory, her titian hair shining with a strangely dazzling luster, her hand resting gently on the arm of Dale Doty, whose judicial manner would, not permit him to unbend to any levity. Presently the crowd parted. At a little distance strolling slowly to- ward the central group came another surprise. Mary Margot Nehrig, tossing her curls light-heartedly, walking laughingly between tall, re- served Richard Rush, and Robert Painter, with the romantic looks and soulful eyes. The scene moved swiftly. Dean was in love with Jeanne Nor- mand. But so were Bob Painter and Fremont Conley. I watched them while they went through the vicissitudes of their love affairs-saw them, each one--sent out upon a quest of fame and fortune. Nor was I the only one who watched. Dale and Richard showed distinct dis- approval. Of the five girls I knew from old Williamsport High, some approved one suitor and some were for the others. Ultimately came the quest-the three going together after that e . v I-ff -- ,, H , . . . .. ,.........,..,.- -............,...,. .... . .... Y.-. i.....- .......-.....t: , 1. -' .. -ng 1 Page slbcteerz