Kendallville High School - Kay Aitch Ess Yearbook (Kendallville, IN)

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meet others on their own ground. General knowlf edge enables him to associate as easily with the President as with a ditchdigger. The man who can talk intelligently and well is not awed by a man in a high position, at least he can hold his own in whatever turn the conversation may go. Only educated people can afford to be poor. One who is educated has little or no knowledge of the value of money. The person with education is able to use even a small amount of money. He can make it fulfill more of his wishes. Think of the many pleasures of life open to the educated person. Many priceless gems can be found in the literary world. Today, it does not take money to obtain these. For the one who can not read, this door is forever closed. If he can only read, and cannot understand, the beauty of his reading is meaning' less. Emerson says In books, I have the history of the energy of the past. Angels, they are to us, of entertainment, sympathy and provocation. These beauties are lost to those who are not trained to appreciate them. Fosdick states that though we can not personally meet all the world's poets, seers, prophets and apostles, we can meet them and hold daily concourse with them in books. In every normal person, there is a love of the beautiful. In some, however, this love lies dormant. Let him get a little taste, however, and a desire is created. Education gives one the taste for beauty. He begins to love beautiful bits of prose, or poetry, he can begin to appreciate lovely things around him. While it takes money to buy beautif ful paintings only culture and education can make one appreciate a painting. That is, there is some' thing beautiful in every thing, for one who is educated to see. He can see love all around him, on the fleecy, white clouds, in every bird note, on every green leaf. It is one thing that rich and poor have in common, but no matter how rich or how poor, the one who has not had his love of beauty stirred a little by education, lacks in appreciation. This source of beauty is hidden from his eyes, because his mind is not broad enough or eyes sharp enough to comprehend or see it. Education, brings refinement, and a desire for the more beautiful things of life, it brings a self' sufficiency. Education effects man as a cutter does the diamond, it takes off the rough places and ref veals the true worth. -Beverly Hartman. THE STATUE I wrought your beauty in hard marble, The fairness of your face and form, The shimmering of your golden hair, Your smile so sweet and warm. But the hard, hard stone was icy cold, It really insulted your hair of gold, The statue's smile seemed dull and drear, Not half so bright as yours, my dear. Though I wrought this stone with care, Your beauteous form is much more fair, No one could show by work of art The YOU that lives within my heart. -Frank Harding. I I have a stately castle, In which are many things But one dear thing 'midst all the rest To me most joy it brings. II I see in my stately palace, Above everything else thats' there, Your sad, sweet smile, your milk-white skin Your golden, shimmering hair. III Your form inspires poets, Your creamy throats' divine, One glance at your dainty, sweet, red lips Intoxicates quicker than wine. IV Your seafgreen eyes are languidg They set my brain awhirl. Your beauty transcends mortality, So lovely are you, dear girl! V From this stately castle You shall ne'er depart For the you is your own vivid picture, And the castle is my heart. -Frank Harding. WHAT THE FLAG PROMISES I am the symbol of your nation I swing before you,-red for courage White for purity ,and blue for justice. What more could you ask of a flag? If you are proud of me, I am proud of you, You protect me, I will guard you, Lift me high and I will lift you higher, When you weep, I weep, When you sing, I sing, When you march, I march, When you fight, I fight- And together we will win! -Harold Eraze of the 4th grade-Miss Coplin Page 24

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TO YOU WHO DREAM Youth can you today see into the future and anticipate greatness in your present generation? Without doubt you can. You can see lovely visions of concert masters, of cheery fires, of soft lights, and tender music,-musicians, our musicians, You can see treasured old libraries with the editions of our writers, our poets. You can visualize brisk professional men and women, rising young lawyers and doctors, Oh our generation will have all kinds of greatness and fame. There will be grand' mothers someday, with soft, white hair, sitting be- side dying fires, with their memories: our genera- tion will have provided for another,--a bigger and better youth of another generation. It isn't a black futureg on the contrary, it is a rosefcolored one into which those who dream and those who make their dreams and those who make their dreams come true must gazeg it is a bottomless pit, yawning mysteriously, but in the darkness there is a dart of light as vivid as a torch, beckoning you to come and explore the unknown, We have confidence in you, dreamers, and in your entrancing dreams, we know you will succeed. So few understand and sympathize with these idealists who are blowing their pretty bubbles in the air, watching them with satisfaction drift away into the blue, filled with bright colored flecks of light, they need understanding, they need sympaf thy, encouragement, and friendship. Hasn't everyf thing great in the world been built on dreams? You may have doubts as you progress: the way may seem hardg you may become disillusioned, but a dreamer must have stamina as well as visions, but if you dream hard enough, your castles will be' come real, solid architecture. Then we will be proud of you, not! because the World pronounces you a success, but because you have seen beyond the dull routine of everyday life into the Land Where Dreams Come True. -Mary jane Eichelbaugh. FAREWELL TO K. H. S. Once and always our dear School, Can it be that we are through? Will you answer please and tell us, ls it all pretense or true? We have worked yes, long and earnest, We have burned the midnight oil, As to knowledge you may test us, Is it yet that we must toil? Ah! We hear you faintly saying, Go now forth and make your way, Go my Seniors, mighty Seniors, Each one has his part to play, You are right, dear Alma Mater, We must think of future years, Why should we abide here longer, Sharing all your hopes and fears. But before our grand departure Let us a recollection make Though we'll always go straight forward Memories of the past we'll take. Let us think-when we were Freshmen How we strolled along the halls Wondering at the grave old Seniors What they learned within their walls. Then as Sophomores we grew wiser, But still laughed when jokes were sprung just as now our late successors, Seem as happy and as young. Then as Juniors, we grow older Had our parties and our jewels, Chose our president and sponsor And abided by the rules. Now we tread the paths of Seniors, And we're more than proud today To recall our days in School, As we pause here on our way. So we close our books of learning, But we'll soon know many moreg Then we'll harken to their teachings, And we did your books of yore. -Ethyl Oehring. ONLY EDUCATED PEOPLE CAN AFFORD TO BE POOR Education is often thought of as only a means of making money, but think what education really does for a person. Of course in itself, it is of no value to any one unless he utilizes his learning. An educated person is better fitted for life, sociallyg his mental faculties are developed so that he is more able to solve life's problems. Too often, we think of education as training along special lines. Education, however, has a far broader meaning. To be really educated, one must be skilled in one special line and have a speaking knowledge of other subjects too. One cannot talk and think shop at all times,-he must be able to Page 23

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SANTA CLAUS T'was a brisk, December evening, The snow was piled high, When o'er the housetops I beheld A jingling sleigh draw nigh. The sleigh was drawn by reindeer, At the head there sat an elf And in the driver's seat I saw Qld Santa Claus himself. He threw his head way back and laughed, His reindeer even chuckled: The sandman was his rightfhand aid Sure,as your boots are buckled, He works so hard on Christmas, Old Santa said to me, He makes the kids so sleepy That they can hardly see. He cracked his whip and started, Still chuckling, on his way, And how I found myself in bed, I'm sure I cannot say. -Marjadene Reed. THE BUSY BEE How does the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower? Because the little busy bee Just hums and gets to work. The busy bee is not a dude And knows not how to shirk. He does not mix in politics He smokes no cigarettes, He never visits the saloons Nor wastes his stores on bets. He attends to his own business Fills up his hive with honey And this is how, my friends, you may Make lots and lots of money. -Enid Haller. MY GAL Ida is a lovely gal. One that any man would prize: She sets my throbbing heart on fire, With idle eyes. Her figure quite befdazzles meg I praise her beauty to the skies, And everything she does- I idolize. Alas! Alack! Let gloom abound! Let rapture flee! To my surprise She's far from perfect! I have found, That Ida lies! -Frank Harding, BLACKLEGS The whole of Northern Indiana and Southern Michigan were, in the day of its settlement, a refuge and stamping grounds for all kinds of criminals. Noble county was the headquarters of horse thieves, counterfeiters, bogus coin passers, burglars, murderers and highwayinen. These as a whole were called Blacklegs. So strong was their organization and so powerful its influence, that many honest, upright, citizens were lured along the path of lawlessness by the boldness and mystery of the scoundrels. Should anyone, during the great gold rush, an' nounce himself as coming from Noble county, he was regarded with suspicion and distrust. Peace off ficers from Maine to Florida sought the fugitives who had found refuge in Noble county, These outlaws were aided by the instability of the law and the corrupt court system. For a while, even the sheriff was connected with the Blacklegs. If an outlaw had stolen property to dispose of, a ready market could be had with travelers through this community. The Tamarack, a swampy, secluded spot near Rome City, was the headquarters where loot was concealed until sold. Here, one of the greatest counterfeiting establishments ever known in the United States was discovered. Elaborate dies and other apparatus for minting bogus coins, were discovered in the cellar of a tavern operated by a man called Milt Burnam. This inn was located at the present site of the Church of Christ. VVhile the criminals printed and coined the money, it was some of the apparently honest citizens who bought great quantities of it at about twenty-five cents on the dollar. Then they passed the money on the passing immigrants or on unsusf pecting neighbors, One man was reputed to have said in answer to a plea for a loan, Sure, I'll lend you the money, I know it is good because I made it myself. Many peddlers were attacked while on their routes, and had their wares stolen. The dead body Page 25