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

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THE COMET Freshmen Column One—Philip Mc-Knight, Irma Edwards, Olive Davis, Richard Wright, Mary Alice Tyner, Ruth Simmons, Betty Kahler, Mary Hurd, Ai-leen Courtney, Maurice Ewing. Column Two—Helen Ricks, Dallas Gordon, Joan Robbins, Hilda Havens, James C. Drake, Fred Stant, Kathryn Knotts, Florence Phillips, Catherine Scholl, Agnes Phillips. Column Three — Maurice Hurst, Charleen Tompkins, Merrill Bryan, Paul Scott, Anna-belle Tucker, Howard Hastings, Marcia Reynolds, Mary Rachel Brunson, Marian Foster, Lucille Willhoite. Column Four—Lucille Yo-he, Donovan Robinson, Ernest Clingenpeel, Leo Kurtz, Russell Harrell, Harold Etchison, Marguerite Ryall, John C. Hershey, Delberta York, Eunice Gardner, Edgar Uetz. Column Five—Betty Dunn, Rosemary Linsmeyer, Charles Coburn, Deloris Lineberry, Della K. Wardwell, Melvin Wentz, Morris Moody, Robert Colson, Ruth Roberdson, Robert Meyer. Column Six—James Courtney, Virgil Richwine, Lucile Lindley, Jack Jeffries, John King, Ruth Murray, Elizabeth Hackett, Robert Bohlander, Pauline Bohannon, Betty Klumpp. Column Seven — Leota Brown, Ruth White, Martha Heath, Charles Van Briggle, Wilma Starr, Vivian Mitroff, Donald Chance, Richard Mullin, Donald Hershey. Page twenty-six

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the comet The Green Horde or Why Is a Freshman? Seniors may pass away into the hinterlands of the business and professional world; juniors may lose their true identity mingling in the sophistication of the seniors; sophomores may wear a roolish grin of satisfaction having sipped at the Pyerean wells of knowledge and thus hide from the world their ignorance; but the freshman lives on forever—a brilliant argument that Darwin and Barnum were both right. They have been with us always a necessary evil and an indelible blot on the escutcheon of academic education, fclvery mother has just cause to protest that she did not rear her child to be a freshman. Like a green horde the freshmen have overrun the world. We see them stumbling into senior lectures on physics, enrolling in public speaking, losing their way in the halls, spilling ink on newly polished floors, mixing Latin declensions and murmuring algebraic expressions. (Ah, yes, one ever wonders if they have not been tampering with our banking system.) In the library we see them as thick as vermin in one of Edgar Allen Poe’s dungeons. Rattling newspapers, bumping against chairs, dropping books and in divers other ways they annoy the studious upper classmen grinding away at their books. In the halls, in the office, in the auditorium, and on the streets one sees them. Freshmen, freshmen everywhere but with not a thought to think. The faculty is at the end of its wits to avoid The Freshman’s Creed I am the freshie. I am the youngest institution in the school and I am the oldest. The school is my heritage when I come into it and when I go I leave it to the next generation of freshies. My mission is to leave the school a better place than I found it. With my many small classmates I can do this if the upperclassmen do not impose too many handicaps upon me. I want to be respected by the upper classmen. I want to have a voice in school affairs. I want my ability and intelligence to be recognized. If the upperclassmen will make my path easy now, I will help other freshies when I grow. I am the object of all jokes and wisecracks. I am in everybody’s way and jam the halls to capacity. I am known to be terrorized by the “office.” I want to make the honor roll. I always obey the teachers. When I am a senior I will act my age. I shall carve my name on every desk. I am the hope of the school. I am the freshie. the new green horde of freshmen. English teachers scream with terror as the “freshies” hurl split infinitives at them. Biology teachers go into tantrums looking at the freshman’s futuristic sketches of flora and fauna. Mathematics instructors have conniptions as these verdant neophytes misplace decimal points and confuse algebraic formulae. Foreign language instructors become delirious as they listen to the cold-blooded “rhinies” slaughter the President’s French and Caesar’s Latin. “Et tu, Freshman,” Caesar must murmur as he turns in his grave. From the princioal on down to the lowliest sophomore the green plague has struck everyone. None is spared. What must we do about it? Banish them to Devil’s Island ? Molakai or the Arctic Circle ? The S. P. C. A. would prevent such a remarkable solution to our problem. Science has come to our rescue. Doctors have concocted a gaseous substance called “Antifreshness” with which we can innoculate our fi-eshmen. This treatment when administered with care over a period of one year will make a freshman indistinguishable from the average sophomore. Not much improvement. But we have remaining for our labor the lesser evil which may in time evolve into that homo sapiens stage of a senior. All of which proves the old adage: “Great big seniors from little freshmen grow.” —Henry Schuck. THE CAME We will play the game and we’ll play it square; It’s better to lose than to win unfair. What matters if the cheater wins, We will do our best and if in the end, We still are loserg, we will carry on The greatest game that can be won. We know it’s hard to lose honor and fame But we’re proud to win in Life’s great game. —Mildred Goins. THE FLIGHT “Already,” cried the driver, “Contact,” rang clear and loud. And off down the field Soaring up to the clouds. Away down the skyline, Not another in sight. Still going, up and around: My! what a beautiful sight. But, wait, why we’re falling, My goodness ’tis true. See how the ground rushes Right up to the blue? We crash in a grassy field, And oh, my! Such a fall; But you need not worry, For I am just a golf ball. —Robert Foster Page twenty-five

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the comet Freshmen Column One — Margaret Russel, Kathleen Heflin, Cora By us, Katherine Ward, Esther Goins, Mildred Coe, Lucille Thomas, Robert Montgomery, LuCynthia Kightlinger, Everett Singer. Column Two—Lillian Rich ardson, Robert Robbins, Delores Jefferies, Audrey Powers, Be-vonda Goodrich, Louise Skinner, Eileen Balser, John Brown, Ruby Love, William Groover. Column Three—Allen Will-hoite, Jay Peters, Dorothy Sparks, Irene Hurd, Jeanette Bissias, Freddy Frazier, Wilna Hankley, Sue Wilson, Billy Thumma, Herbert Dickey. Column Four—Reba Ward, Fred Stant, Charles Phillip, Patricia Conwell, Martha Laude-man, Gwendolyn Stone, Dewey Clapper, Elsie Wainscott, Madge Watters, Kenneth Johns. Column Five—Martha Murray, Robert Brillhart, Mary M. Coston, Mary Cooley, Phyllis Henderson, Rosalind Klumpp, Harold Devall, Wilma Stevens, Margaret Jaco, Martha Bam-brough. Column Six—lone Hocker-smith, James Bell, Mary Williams, Louise Tucker, David Hartzler, Nathan Robbins, Virginia Grimme, Earl Powell, Floyd Yates, Lucille Fern. Column Seven — Martha Kratz, Florence Itockafellar, Dora Benedict, Esther Faye Updegraff, Jean DeHority, Marian Foster, Helen Mesalam, Lillian Wyatt, Robert Hertle, Maxine Bunnel. Page twenty-seven