Elston High School - Elstonian Yearbook (Michigan City, IN)

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IIMIMIJ. oraoo Qlstohian THE SENIORS PASS BY “Here is like to be a great presence of worthies. Here’s an excellent place; here we may see most bravely: I’ll tell you them by their names as they pass by.” Charles Beckman— The purest treasure mm-tal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. Mine honor is my life. Dutton Boeckling— This fellow’s of exceeding honesty. And knows all qualities with a learned spirit of human dealings. Harriet Brink— I like your silence; it the more shows off your wonder. John Burnham— The gravity and stillness of your youth The world hath noted and your name is great In mouths of wisest censure. Wallace Chubb— Ay, Sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. John Collins— A merrier man Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour’s talk withal. Janice Cooney— Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords. Dorothy Daggy— She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud. Albertha Dempster— Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven lent us here! Helen Dewald— Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low—an excellent thing in woman. Phebe Dewitt— They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this this grass. Harlan Dilts— He sits ’mongst men, like a descended god. He hath a kind of honor sets him off, More than a mortal seeming. Lester Dolk— His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Madelene Goodrich— But you, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature’s best. Alice Graham— Happy is your grace. That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style. Anna Hirschmann— Your words, they rob the Ilybla bees, and leave them honeyless. Keeny Jenks— He was a gentleman on whom I built An infinite trust. Leah Kellogg— It is the witness still of excellency, To put a strange face on his own perfection. Muriel Kriesel— A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry. Canille Jones— The lark whose notes do beat, The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. mo 1923

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HISTORY OF THE SENIOR CLASS Ah great Clio, divine afflatus, ah descend; Inspire this pen, ah guide it rightly on its trend. Bend down and in my darkened spirit breathe; Let truth and inspiration dread my soul ensheathc. On wanderings long and drear from regions bleak obscure. Called “Central,” once a tribe set out, full well secure In their great knowledge, trusting to upset the land To which they travelled in close ranks, a pilgrim band. They sought to worship at the feet of mighty Wisdom, A goddess great and good who ruled o’er, as her kingdom, A land called Learning which the faithful might approach When cne year had been spent within the temple garth. In their novitiate they labored and endured The lofty snubs and slights of those who had procured That right by virtue of long service at the shrine; But yet some light broke through the chilling gloom to shine Before them on their path revealing here and there, As oasis in a desert of despair. Games and parties where their joy was uneonfmed And when one year was done they moved up one step higher. And when they found themselves no longer lowest on The altar’s step they made the proper haste to don A garment fitting in hauteur and grace their new Position. Now inferiors’ homage was their due. In their new gotten station, acting hosts, they gave A party for newcomers that intrigued, all save A few, whom elder uninvited guests received W ith far more warmth than hospitality required. Next year they saw their need for union, so they chose Charles Beckman leader for the troubles which arose. New first as Thespians their dreams began to soar, With “Clarence” as result no one cculd wish for more. For those who now were entering in upon the land Toward which they struggled, they entertained with lavish hand And sent them off with thoughts of pride and of regret. Now they were elders soon to try the great adventure. In their last and most important year they made John Burnham leader. In him all their hope was staid. They revived an ancient custom long neglected, And the “Elstonian” came out again perfected. Once more they tried their hand at acting and performed A play reflecting glory on all those concerned, And now this tr.be sets forth into an Unknown Land Leaving all they know behind to seek anew. —Lester Doth

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Elizabeth Mack— What is the end of study? Why, that to know, which else we should not know. Things hid and barr’d, you mean, from common sense? Ay, that is study’s godlike recompense. Lathbop Mack— Wanelia Sights— She will outstrip all praise And make it halt behind her. Erma Smith— She hath prosperous art When she will play with reason and discourse, And well she can persuade. Doubt not, my lord; I’ll play the orator, As if the golden fee, for which I plead, were for myself. Lawrence Marcinkowski— His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world: This was a man! Dorothea Martin— I have Immortal longings in me. Robert Nast— The man that hath not music in himself Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds— Let no such man be trusted. Thelma Oswald— Those about her From her shall learn the perfect ways cf honor. Reynolds Pacl— A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Thelma Rotzean— There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. Louis Sieb— There’s in him stuff that puts him to these ends: The force of his own merit makes his way; A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys A place next to the kings. era Robert Staufer— Fiom the crown cf his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks. Constance Stockwell— She’s a most exquisite lady. She’s beautiful, and therefore to be woo’d: She is a woman; therefore to be won. Lloyd SwaRtzell— There’s nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness and humility. George Warkentine— 0, he sits high, in all the people’s hearts; And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness. Leone Wellman— There appears much joy in her; a kind overflow of kindness. Elva Westphal— Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Katherine Young— A fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow; but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or rather the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes. Rudy Ziemer— The man is noble; and his fame folds in This orb o’ the earth.