Logansport High School - Tattler Yearbook (Logansport, IN)

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Faculty H OUS H HOLD .KRT Miss Jones W,....,Y..,,. ,...7.....f,.,.. I ndiana Univei-sityYA, B. Miss Brimacombe ..fY, ,....,.,..,, I ndiana University-A, B. Miss Downs ...... ..,s.......... U niversity of Chicago-Ph. B. Miss Avery ,,.s .... E pworth Training School, South Bendgl-L M. l'0RfllI+1Rl'lAl, Miss Smith ,f......f,... f,.....,...... - nliidiztna University Miss Hall .,.... ....,, ...........W,. B u tler-A, B. Miss Robertson f,.. .f.. I ndiana State Normal-B. S. .wr mn Music Miss Powlenu, ,..,,,...,,Fs,,..,,...,,...., -.-Pratt Institute Mr. Gould .,..,,..,Y .. ...,,..s...,,s,.. Mcliendree College, Lebanon, Illinois-B.S. l First Row: Miss Ada Brimacomb, Miss Sarah Hall, Miss Beth Powlen, Miss Dorothy Robertson, Miss Maru Smith, and Miss Nell Jones. Second Row: Mr. Rex Van Tilbury, Mr. Alvin A. Johnson, Mr. Francis Van Allen, Mr. Charles D. Hume, and Mr. Willard Hill. !'H YSICAL 'FRA l,N,lNG Miss Johnsonw- .,.., .,.,..f,,. I ndiana State Normal-B. S. Mr. Wells ..,, ....I....,,. - -Indiana University SHOPS Mr. Johnson .,...., ..,f...w ..o,..,,s, S t out Institute Mr. Hill ,....I..ss...,A. -,eIndiana State Normal-B. S. Mr, Hume .s...,,,..v ,--Purdue University-B. S., E. E. Mr. Van Allen .,.. .,.,.......,.. S tout Institute-B. S. Page Seventeen

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Faculty ENGLISH Miss Rathfon ..k,.s ---University of Chicago-Ph. B. Miss Bevan .....,,..,,.Y. .,..,. U niversity of Chicago-Ph. B. Mr. Peters---.- ,..,.,,. ..,..B. N orthwestern University-B, S. Miss Richardson ,..,.,, ....,,.,...... I ndiana University-A, B. Miss Monehan ..B..,. ,..., I ndiana University-A. B. Miss Schwalm ........B..,,.,. ..,,B.. I ndiana University-A. B liANGI.TMlES Miss Manders ..., --.. ..,,..,...,.. University of Chicago-Ph. B. Miss Rabb .,.. .....,... ,.,...,.. I n diana University.-A, B HlS'l'0RY Mr, Cox ....s...,..,... ..,. I ndiana University+B. S. and A. B. Miss McConnell ..... .,...,...... U niversity of Chicago-Ph. B. --------Indiana University-A. B. and M. A. -------------Ohio State University-B. S. Mr. Ferguson-U Mr. Brown--- LIHRXRY AND I-IISTORY Miss Flora Shultz ------------------------------------------ Indiana University-A. B. First Row: Miss Grace Schwalm, Miss Helen Brandt, Miss Grace McConnell, Miss Emma Maders, Miss Catherine Monehan, and Miss Winifred Bevan. Second Row: Miss Ruth Newcomb, Miss Flora Shultz, Miss Ethel Richardson, and Miss Louise Rabb. Third Row: Mr. John P. Hochhalter, Mr. Baird, F. Cox, Mr. William Brown, IVII Cl cl 1 y e Ferguson, and Mr. John J. Mitchell. Fourth Row: Mr. W. Harvey Winton, Mr. William Peters, and Mr. Andrew Angermeier. . 'JI .VI'Il E M lVl'll'S Mr. Mitchell ------.-------- ----.----.----.-I- I ndizlna University-A. B. Mr, Angermeier -----.---- ------- I ndiana University-A, B, Miss Mary Schultz ---- ------.-- - - ----------- W'ilson College-A, B. SCIENCE Miss Brandt --------. .--------.--..- I ndiana University-A, B. Mr. Hochalter ----- ----- - .--Indiana University-A, B. M1. Whinton ---- ---- I ndiana University,-A. B. and B. S. Page Sixteen

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Clara Ruthfon John J. Mitchell Dean of Girls Principal Emeritus A PAGE IN THE HISTORY OF L. H. S. HAT a sight greets the eye of the Modern Aladdin as he enters the hall of learn- - ing! This ambitious youth hurries up the steps, opens the heavy door, and is , , , swallowed up in the noisy confusion that greets him. He first notes long queues of boys and of girls entering adjacent doors of two offices. Here at their re- spective desks sit superior beings reading the notes which these nies of students give them and in exchange presenting them with autographed slips of paper. In the corri- dors on all sides, students are greeting each other with merry quips and laughing jests. Some are standing in small knots about their lockersg others sauntering to the various class rooms. The snatches of conversation that are overheard reveal that they are talk- ing about various topics relating to their studies and other interests. The sharp br-r-r- ring of a bell is heard above the happy clamor. It has a wonderous effect upon the chat- ting students. The little groups break up as if by magic, and the strollers hurry to their various class rooms. A band of student monitors take their position at strategic points and keep the students hurrying along in an orderly manner. Soon another bell rings and silence reigns in the corridors. Only by intent listening is it possible to de- tect any signs of life behind the closed class doors. Soon however, the clicking of type- writers is heard from the commercial roomsg a droning 'tOmnia Gallia in tres partes divisa est from the Latin roomg mysterious talk of congruent triangles from the geo- metry roomg a high-pitched Je ne sais pas and a froth of quick French issues from the French roomy and as one ascends the stairs this subdued hum is replaced by the sweet caroling of the canary from the botany room. Dominating all are the strains of the orchestra practicing in the auditoriumsperchance it is the Thuringan Folksong, How Can I Leave Thee, or the World War song, 'tlt's a Long, Long Trail Awinding Into the Land of My Dreams, or it may be The Pilgrims' Chorus from Wagner's Tannhauserf' Time fliesg the bell for the noon hour rings, and the happy throngs take up the interrupted conversations of the morning. A long array of hungry pupils and teachers stand in line at the door of the cafeteria and eagerly advance to fill their trays as their turn arrives. All too soon the twelve forty-five bell announces the continua- tion of the recitations. Once more the halls are deserted, and the low hum of voices egms. At last the hands of the office clock swing around to three-forty-five, and the bell announces the dismissal of school. Instantly each room pours forth its quota of happy laughing boys and girls, and the halls are filled with the noisy din of clanging lockers. Gradually the crowds thin out until the building is entirely deserted, An awesome quiet settles over the deserted corridors, and a silence fills the empty class rooms. Throughout the building only the periodic gulp of the clock breaks the peace- ful atmosphere. Time goes, you say. Oh no! You go! Time stays. Page Eighteen