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

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CLOUDS l.ike flocks of sheep Across the sky they move Snowy white Against the sky of blue. -Virginia Cunningham. SENICR THOUGHTS XVe're approaching the close of our high school days And to each of us comes this thought: We are going, in our different ways, To our goals which must soon be sought. The road will fork and our paths must part And each his own way must pass, But each will keep in his inmost heart A spot for his senior class. We may climb to the summits of mountains high Or descend to the valley low, But we'll always look back with a happy sigh To our seats in the senior row. Our friends and teachers will all come back In memory to our siclesg Their good advice we will never lack To help us against the tides. If we meet with success on the mountain top Or we fail in the valley low, Let us often let the curtain of memory drop And in dreams let us often go To days we know we will call the best Though now we may think them dull, And let our minds. if in need of rest, Bc refreshed by fond memory's lull. -Virginia Butz, Senior. Page Twenty

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water and wash your face. With that I set him on a chair and turned to the sink. Having drawn the water, I reached for a wash rag, but my hand was stopped in mid- air by the sound of a crash behind me. The ice-box door was wide open, one dish was broken into jagged pieces, several boiled potatoes rolled drunkenly across the floor, and he stood there with one hand on the wildly swinging bird-cage, looking at me and say- ing, Oh-h-h-h-h? Now I ask you, Whac was I to do? The folks weren't gone half an hour and he had ruined one doll, one good toaster, a fresh batch of jam, one dish, and several boiled potatoes, not to mention spilling one bird cage. Again I ask you, Wl1i1t was I to do? I'll tell you what I did. I washed his face, and, with one eye on him, cleaned up the mess on the floor. Then I stuck him, much against his will, on the davenport while I sat beside him and tried to read. All went well, if you can call reading three pages in half an hour well, when I heard the tinkle of broken glass. He had somehow managed to climb from under my very nose and had found the china compartment in the buffet. I must have lost my temper, for I found him turned over my knee and my hand up-raised. I counted ten, but the hand descended with Z1 resounding crack. Immediate- ly I wished I had counted to a hundred and ten, for he set up such an awful howl I thought my ears would burst. Nevertheless, he screamed for ten minutes straight and only then began to quiet down a little, By the time I got him to sleep it was eight- thirty, half an hour till the folks would come home. XVith a sigh of relief, I took my book and curled myself into the arm chair. -Trent Knepper. OUR KAY AITCH ESS just a moment, schoolmates, I'm asking you to look Carefully at every page In this, our memory book. It will bring you sunshine When the skies are gray, Many times you'll read it And to others say: This is my old Kay Aireh Ess, Forty-one's the year! Thinking of these happy days, You'll wipe away a ICa11'. Each page brings a memory Of some sweet face you knew- Your classmates and teachers All come back to you. It isn't just a simple book: That will with time grow cold, But people couldn't buy itg It's worth its weight in gold. So hold on to this Anual, Guard it, schoolmates, dog Give a thought to us some day, For we shall think of you! -Clyde Whitson, Jr. Page N ineleen

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