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

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JUST PASSING IJY We’ll sing it long and with a sigh! We’.l sing a song of M. C. High, During the year of ’20 about 93 world conquerors stampeded old Isaac C. Elston and started to turn the pages of its history. They were at once entertained by the witty Sophs at the annual underclassmen get-together party. In the wake of this came more parties, while the more ambitious allied themselves with the various clubs, some even joining the Oratorical Association and others entering athletics. A year went by and then half of another until as Juniors this same group strengthened by satellites from other classes and weakened by the withdrawal oi' some who had preferred to remain as Sophs staged the annual junior play, the last to be coached here by the one and only Olive Kackley. Happily Miss Kackley chose “The Tailor Made Man” for production, which called for a cast of thirty or more. Eater in the spring the class entertained the Seniors at the Junior reception, which aside from being a very attractive affair will always be remembered as the scene of the Iasi merrymaking in the grand old West Assembly. Well, we're only Seniors now and at the present writing our class activities are reaching a rather heavy climax. We are planning a Senior party and getting ready for class day exercises; afterwards we expect to be entertained by the Juniors at the annual reception. Then will come commencement, diplomas, mother’s kiss and father’s blessing, and well, who is there to tell.' Last year, as Juniors, we selected pins and rings and we have been admiring our fingers and the place where the pin happens to be. ever since. Our colors, also chosen last year, are pea green and violet—not new, of course, but very-pretty. Charles Amt is keeping the machine oiled this year and he’s certainly using a very good lubricant. Arnold Krueger, the athlete, is helping him. Eva Mel-son does all the pencil work and Ralph Roeske, who succeeded Blanche Watt, is custodian of the treasury. What a Cerberus he is! Soon, however, our work will be done and we shall pass out of these halls forever to seek new worlds and other fields of endeavor. Then perhaps, there will come a day- when we shall tread our weary way back to the bricks that sheltered us when chemistry had to be mastered and our lives made into better stuff. And if that day comes we’ll sing again a song of old M. C. High. Wc’il sing it long and with a sigh. Good-bye, M. C. High, goodbye, good-bye! We’re just the Seniors passing by. 15