Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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Mentor Class $Iap It has been the custom for the Senior class to give their play during the last week of school, but this year the Seniors decided to give it earlier so there would not be so much to do in the last week of school. Mr. Wimberly sent off before Christmas for some samples and decided upon the play “College Chums.” We began practicing a few times before Christmas vacation, but did not put much hard work in on it until about the first of February, when some of the patrons of the town objected to the time spent. Then we set the date for February 17. That week started in bad. We went to the opera house through the rain to practice nearly every evening. Friday night was a bad night under foot, but it had stopped raining and quite a crowd assembled to enjoy the evening in spite of the night. That evening all the members of the cast were there and talking about who would use the hook. It was as an exceptionally strong mind that did not feel the stage fright to a certain extent. But all went well. After the play all but the last year Seniors thought it was fine rather than to own up that they were stung. We cleared about $50, which was exceptionally good for the night. The cast was not satisfied with just giving it once, so they decided to give it at Nemaha City. The hall was rented and the date set for March the 18th, and about one o’clock that Saturday afternoon they started in carriages for Nemaha. The weather was fine, so we got to Nemaha about 4 o’clock. Mr. Bates, after his joy ride in the auto the day before, decided he had better go down on the train. The play started about eight thirty and owing to but one practice since it had been given in Auburn, there were a few mistakes John Findlay, while talking to the girls behind the curtain, forgot he was one armed and come out with both arms swinging. We had a full house as it was a fine evening. We then came home feeling that we had done well, as we had cleared about fifteen dollars. This was the last appearance of the Senior play. We all felt it to be a success. The following were the characters: Prof. Risley................................................Ben Huntington German Prof.............................................Willard Whitmore John Findlay..................................... Paul Cooper Wallace Findlay...................................Robert Gerlaw Clifford Paige.................................. Paul Holmes Howard Thorne...............................Ralph Quackenbush Arthur Kingsbury...................................Ben Moore Paul Densmore.......................................Edward Boyd Alec (colored attendant)..................................Verne Lynch Mrs. Densmore......................................Hazel Reed Grace Densmore............................... Florence Brittain Toby Sprague...... ................................Ruth Hacker

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heard to be raising. A man’s feet appeared at the top of the stairs and presently the dim outline of a man stood at the foot of the stairs. It went to the window and raised the window. Then the man turned and walked toward the desk. When about half way the figure stopped, then turned and was out the window, speeding down the road quicker than a thought. “Let’s go after him.” whispered the little deputy in an excited stage whisper. “No! No! go back. He may come back because he surely didn’t know we were here.” said the sheriff. “Practicing, I suspect,” said the police. “Now be quiet, for if he sees no one is following him he will probably come back,” reasoned the sheriff. The little deputy looked longingly toward the window but said nothing. The men waited. The sheriff was even growing impatient and restless. He opened his mouth and shut it again and listened. He heard a footstep. Then a man’s figure appeared at the window and jumped lightly into the room. This time it walked swiftly and cautiously directly to the desk. The figure stopped before the desk, the click of a lock was heard, then the opening of a drawer. The sheriff stood near t.he electric light button. His fingers were on it. In a moment the room was illumined with a bright light. All the men looked at the figure before the desk. It was Ray! He looked bewildered and when he saw the three men surrounding him he fell to his knees and begged for mercy. The sheriff stepped up and arrested him. The policeman slipped the handcuffs over Ray’s hands. Just as he did so Ray fainted. The police and deputy took charge of Ray, while the sheriff stepped to the phone and notified Mr. Stone of the arrest. When Mr. Stone heard the prisoners name he, too, nearly fainted. He rushed out of the house and was at his office six blocks away in two minutes. Ray, who had recovered, saw his uncle and commenced to beg for mercy. At first Mr. Stone woud not be moved, but when the boy mentioned his mother the miller yielded, but not till he had extracted several promises from the boy. He compromised with the police and paid them for their services. Ray went home and Mr. Stone went his way. Mr. Stone had great influence with Ray’s parents and it was not long till Ray was in the navy. Ray served here for several years. He became respected by all as one of the officers. He was married to a prominent young lady and never has had a return of the bad habit which so nearly destroyed his manhood. The sign over one of the large mills in one of our great western towns now reads “Stone and Lorton,” and Dan Lorton has long ago forgiven his pardner for his hasty judgment. -ADA WEST, Tl

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Sermon Retort tlje Class unDap OEucrung, 00ap 28, 8 o’clock £@acla ) ©pcra i ousc Onion § cttrice0 for all Cfwrcbcs Song................................................................Octette Invocation.....................................................Rev. Pearson Solo, “Oh, Had I Jubal’s Lyre”...............—.......................Handel Miss Ethel Reed Sermon.....................................“Life’s Ideal Enlargement” Rev. J. H. Salsbury Song......................................................... Octette Benediction.............................................. Rev. Albers CLASS MOTTO: “ Creadon Not Imitation is Our Aim ” CLASS FLOWER: “ Cream Rose ” Class of 1911 Helen Allen Edward Boyd Florence Brittain Paul Cooper Faye Clark Robert Gerlaw Gwendolyn Gilman Ruth Hacker Ruth Hastie Paul Holmes Leota Huffman Ben Huntington Evelyn Johnson Lucile Langford James Lynch Verne Lynch Mary Malone Leona McAdams Ben Moore Esther Ord Harriet Peery Ralph Quackenbush Pearle Redfern Hazel Reed Ada West Laura Williams