Goshen High School - Crimson Yearbook (Goshen, IN)

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CCLAII IONG NVhen the evening shadows fall VVe're thinking, Class, of youg 'Tis sad to know that parting comes, And we must bid adieu. But other things are calling usg We've got to run the raceg And whether it be joy or tears, The future we must face. Oh! we played the game Fair and square, you see, That's the reason we're on top. Oh! we never moaned, Or we never groaned, Whether we got U's or not. We hate to think of leaving, CHORUS- Oh! that Class of mine! The Class of '29! That's the one l'm thinking of Oh! we always worked, And we never shirked From the tasks we had to do. Oh, that Class of mine! The Class of '29! lt's a cruel thing to do, But we'll say goodbye With a tear in our eyeg We'll wish good luck to you. We hope success we'll be achieving. FREDERICK BICKEL. JUNIOIQ ADVICE In the midst of our Class Day we pause to give you, Juniors, a bit of advice. You are now on the last stretch of your high school career. Strive to make that year the best of all. This high school aims to give its pupils some vocational work and to offer training for citizenship and the proper use of leisure time. Look up to these ideals and try to lift your plane of living to them. We Seniors have had our chance at them and had partial successes and failures. Remember that it will never hurt you to be forceful and confident in setting out to accomplish the right task. Cultivate school spirit. The under-classmen imitate the attitude the Seniors take toward activitiesg if you do not adopt the right atti- tude, the result will be the lowering of the standard of good.. old Goshen High School. join in all the school activities. Co-operate and work for class spirit instead of falling into cliques. The failure of a class, as a class, is the lack of co-operation and loyalty. Remember that each day's work done to the best of your ability is bound to bring success. ' BARBARA Dow. Page 29

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The leaders in the home stretch were Bob Ramsby, Defoe Eckel- barger, Vivien Baker, and Mary Reith. This seemed to be the time to make up for our lack of parties in preceding years, so on February 18 we made merry in the cafeteria at a wonderful pot luck dinner in honor of St. Valentine. On May 3 we frolicked at the class dance in the gym and again in the same place on May 24 at the junior-Senior Prom, said to be the best in years. We again set a precedent when we decided on caps and gowns for graduation dress. Ours is the first class since 1915 to have this distinction. Those who have received pins for scholarship throughout the three years are: for the first year-Virginia Brown, Mary Reith, Dorothy Zook, Amy Bonfield, Rhea East, Louise VVeaver, Vivien Baker, Retha Davis, Burdette Burbank, Delioe Eckelbargerg for the second year- Donna Bailey, Barbara Dow, Violet Strycker, Mary Larson: for the third year-Doris Burnstein, Albert Courtney, Hazel Frey, Hubert Gorsuch, VVilliam Hulwick, Dorothy Lewis. Those who have been honor students for four years and those who have been of the first ten this year will receive their rewards later today. Now we are up to the present. You can see for yourselves what the Class of '29 has done through co-operation. 'VERNON J. PEASE. CLAII IDUEM VVe know we'll have to smile, Although the skies be greyg And battles will come up To test us day by day. Good bye, old G. H. S., We're leaving you todayg And soon we shall be launched Upon life's great highway. But just suppose we win, And meet with much successg We'll know it's you we owe it to Cur dear, old G. H. S. And yet we're not afraid The future to beholdg What we've accomplished here Means more to us than gold. E Now our paths will separate, Each one his place must find. But in spirit let us ever stand As the Class of '29. , HELEN STONER. Page 28 A?! iZ5ikW. 5 222' Wf'-Ygfffwkwlbim ' '

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Page 30 CLAII GIQUMIBLE So far today you and I have seen only the rosv side of this school life and nothing of the hazards and old cranks that infest this beautiful institution. As official grumbler of this Class of 1929, I am to tell you of these things which we must endure. There is so much to grumble about that I hardly know where to start. Let us first consider our class as a whole. VVhen we were freshmen, every class in high school tormented us in every way. When we were sophomores, we couldn't pick on the freshmen as we wanted to, because they were bigger than we were. You can see how we have always been the goats of the school. At last we became iuniors, upper- class men, andshould have been looked up to with a little reverence and dignity, but we were only snubbed by the lowly frosh. Imagine it! And at last we did become seniors, but life was no better. At that time a certain principal from Wabash College was so kind to us as to raise the exemption grade from a G to an E-. This, of course, made us all study harder and burn the midnight oil so much that we lost our much needed sleep. Nevertheless this was no excuse when we were late the next morning, and for our hard studying we were adorned with a beautfful, pink slip which compelled us to take all of our final exams if we got two more. If a student studied at night he naturally did not l' ave time for dates, so the first thing in the morn- ing he found the weakness,H and they proceeded to walk down the hall together. For this bit of chivalry we were honored with a bright, red U in conduct. If we received two of these on the same report card, we had to take all of our exams with no choice of questions. After being accused, we took our tests and were so nervous that we failed miserablyg consequently we lost a credit. Then we must tutor in the summer time and miss all the sunshine, which left us in a weak physical condition, and caused the athletic teams to lose many games. Oh, folks, it's terrible-the things we must endure. Ladies and gentlemen, I could grumble on forever, but I know you don't like to hear these less important things any better than l like to give them out. I plead with you, please listen to my last grumble with sympathy and earnestness. Do you think it is fair to reward each of us with only a paper which says, 'john jones has satisfactorily completed his high school work , and then turn us out in the cruel, cold world? Now, I ask you, Is it rightw? LLOYD VVILLIAMS.