Elwood Community High School - Crescent Yearbook (Elwood, IN)

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the comet Sophomores Column One — Josephine Sloan Leonard Hodson, Ethel Persin-p-er, Dorothy Cochran, Rebecca Noland, Robert Goodman, Mary E. Harbit, Dairy McCarel, vice-ores., Elsie McMinds, Adrian Bambrough. Column Two—-William Hoose, Margaret Miller, Cecil Fitzpatrick, Frances Mae DeHority, sec., Harold Dietzer, Arthur Stokes, Milo Kilgore, I ?on Smith, Billy Wann, Lucille Hackett. Column Three—Marie Woodsides. Carol Hiatt, Olive Cain, Evelyn Faust, William Tubbs, Annabelle Wallace, Francis Henderson, Esther Crider, Catherine Bell, James Heflin. Column Four-—Eugene Daugherty, Mary Ellen Yarling, pres., James Van Winkle, William Parsons, Muriel Sellers, Richard Mont-gomei-y, Jane Ann Hiatt, Thos. Davis, Alice Vinson, Betty Brown. Column Five—Cleo Fetz, Dilver Whetstone. Charles Lamm. Howard Idle, Earl Griffin, Elbert Murray. Ruby Hamm, Okal Benedict, Robert Stevens, Carlos Little. Column Six—Gertrude Hartley. Carl Antrim, Ruth Moorehead, Joe Floyd, Marjorie Boston, treas., Lottie Williams, Jack Frazier, Harriet Lind'.ey, Mary K. Harris, Robert Klumpp. Page twenty-three

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THE COMET Sophomores Row One—Waunita Watkins, Ruby Tomlinson, Maxine Green, Lawrence Alexander, Marcel Borst, Chester Wolf. Row Two—Evelyn Evans, Jean Ham, Fern Colson, Marcella Hangar, Ruth Lawrence, Eileen Grimme. Row Three—Elizabeth Mock, Chas. Cain, Frances Patchett, Harold Ott, Cora Mae Eikenberry, Charles Hofer. Row Four—'Francis Foland, Jean Robinson, Audrey Mae Smith Eulalah Mount, Ralph Vailing, Carmen Barnes. Row Five—Hattie Mae Dietzer, Monroe Roop, Mary Sharp, Helen Dunn, Martha Newlan, Doris Leakey. Row Six—James Heflin, Margaret Russell, Leslie Balser, Alice My-ei'ly, Albert Creamer, Geraldine Boyer. Row Seven—Raymond Whitehead, LaVaughn Phillips, James Rip-perger, Margaret Savage, Mark Shaw, Martha Ann Gray. Row Eight—Leona Albers, Addel-bert Rounds, Mabel Henderson, J. R. Stone, Charlotte Knotts, Robert Todd. Row Nine—Earl Sattler, Lilliemae Mottweiller, Lowell Whitehead, Ruby Estes, Paul Sizelove. Edna Maley. Row Ten—Dortha Whetstone, Hilda Beckley, Dorothy Budd, Floyd Reese, Jane Ann Jackson, Lucille Freeman. Page twenty-two

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THE COMET A Locker’s Contemplations “When winter comes spring is not far behind,” and when spring comes commencement is not far away. So I am lonely. 1 am supposed to be nothing but a plain, lifeless, cold locker. I have no identity other than No. 361, almost like a prison convict. The only voice I possess is a harsh, jarring rattle which I make when I am opened or closed. I am just like many other lockers. On either side of me are many that look just alike. I attract no one’s attention. I am located in the darkest part of the upper hall where the light of day never shines upon me and seldom any other light. I have protected books, papers, notes, love letters, compacts, and other articles of confidential nature for Marcella for four years and have never divulged a secret. But she will soon leave me; yank my lock off of me and leave me alone and exposed to the glaring eyes of the wide world. Why shouldn’t I be sad ? Yet, I have many happy memories to brighten me in the dark hours to come. Few locks have been so fortunate as I in the past four years. Instead of coming to me only once or twice a day, Marcella has lovingly caressed my lock and handle at least a dozen times in the morning while she waited for Everett to appear. Kelton used to handle me when he chatted endearingly with “Sweet Marie!” Oh! those tender confidences bestowed on me by those four fill me with happiness yet bring sad thoughts to my mind. Oh! Where is Everett now? Why has Kelton deserted me ? In the dark hours of the night, I casually glance over the treasures entrusted to me. 1 view with interest in the September Pathfinder of ’29. the picture of “Silent Cal.” who has since returned to Southhampton. I see the picture of a happy, courageous young engineer from California who has lecentiy assumed the responsibility of the presidency in a note that he plans to abolish poverty from the land of America and that the election of ’28 endorsed the “noble experiment” as a settled policy of the United States. I read that thousands have made fortunes on Wall Street and that America is the land of wealth and plenty with none but happy employed people. The names Smoot, Watson, Wood, Purnell, and several others appear. Where are they now? Where are our happiness and plenty? 1 read of revolutions, five-year plans, of stock crashes, England off the gold standard, Kellogg Peace Pacts, and Japanese invasions of China, insurrections, Capone, Roosevelt, Democratic landslide, McNutt, moratoriums, farmers’ holidays, bank holidays, scrip, Zangara and Cer-mak, earthquakes in California, tornadoes in Tennessee, floods in Ohio, and beer by April 7. It is all so confusing to me that I turn away in despair and read the sweet little love notes from Paul Wilson, written ’way back in ’31. “Oh! Marcella, T.....’’ Next I find one of ’30 from Rex Lineberry inviting Marcella to a party. Then there’s one from Robert Richards that was used to hide her gum in when a monitor approached. Then, too, I turn back dust covered pages and find those loving little notes from Robeit Grit-ton ’way back in ’30. But the back corner of my space is filled with the notes from Everett. My! he was ever so attentive. They would be interesting but they are so much alike. These are just a few of my memories of the past. They are my secrets never to be exposed to a scandal-loving world. I knew the opinion of more girls, of more boys than any other person in the school, but that is another secret I must not tell because hundreds of lovesick girls have trusted me—have spoken right before me. So you see, I, locker number 361, have my sorrows and my heartaches as May approaches. Marcella has been the verv best kind of a sport, she has been a good, confidential friend but she will leave me and others will come. Maybe Charlotte Wright will come and take me. Perhaps she will share her thrills with me or perhaps Postoffice Rosie will be my pal. Whoever my future will he, my past is filled with rich memories. —H. L. Coming Up (Continued from page 16) Last, but not least, the juniors are well represented on the annual staff, and have contributed freely with their time and effort and have done their share to solve the many new financial problems peculiar to this year’s publication. This is a position of honor and each class should be proud of their members on the annual staff. As a result of these experiences, we feel justified in saving and prophecying that next year’s senior class will possess the leadership necessary to carry on the activities and traditions of E. H. S. in a manner that will bring pleasure and satisfaction to all. They seem to have everything for a successful senior year, and that is what they must look forward to. We feel that we have the privilege of the teachers in saying that this class has been one of the best classes in many a year. “BILL” AND “MILLY” “Bill” and “Milly”; “Mill” and “Billy”; Any way it’s said, it’s silly. In street or hall, in any weather— They are seen with hands together; Bill, so towering and athletic, Milly, short and sympathetic. What a pair! Are lovers silly? Take a look at Bill and Milly. Page twenty-four