Montpelier High School - Spartan Yearbook (Montpelier, IN)

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It Isl ID lfltisl If-Mel i Q fl If Bill Wharton had wild parties, How Ruth Trant 'could play Black Terror And how Donald did like shorthand, Why H. Smith disliked the Airdales And came back to old Montpelier, He gazed long into the future, Wondering who could fill their places. Class Prophecy It was a spooky night in October, and I walked beneath the misty moon, unaware of what path I followed, when, lo! before me loomed a massive structure of ghostly hue, surrounded by giant pines. I stopped, aghast at my sudden encounter with this weird place. Then, to my amazement, something beckoned me from this haunted mansion. In a daze I approached. Although I knocked at the worn door without much effort, a sound rang loudly throughout the empty rooms. Almost immediately the door was flung open, and in the darkness was outlined the figure of Max Peterson, the Senior Class president back in M. H. S., still using his executive ability, as I found out later, to get his classmates together for a reunion. Wfhen he bade me enter, I obeyed, as of old, to his stern command. The door slammed and clicked behind me. All was dark except for shadows that were grouped in hollow corners. By this time I had recovered somewhat from the shock and began to ask questions. No information could be gained from him. When I asked him what he had done during his life, he replied, The purpose of this meeting is to find out about the rest of you. I'll talk about myself later-maybe. He smiled a ghastly smile and swept his right arm around the room to indicate the shades. Then I recog- nized other classmates among the shadows. As I became accustomed to my surround- ings, I could more plainly see the spectres. As one group materialized, I saw Ernie Garrett with his First Aid kit and towel ready to bind up any dislocated bones. His companions proved to be Kenney, whose Shinn bones needed attention, and Carl Morris, whom I could hardly recognize because he was carrying his curly wig instead of wear- ing it. Upon inquiring how the accidents had happened, Kenneth informed me that he had fallen on the cinder track, when trying to make up the year of track honors lost when he was a senior in high school. Carl mournfully stated that Oma had finished him up in their last family row, but had returned his wig as a souvenir. Pick's bones were clanking despairingly, and he told me it was to atone for click- ing his heels as he walked across the library in old M. H. S. Garl Walker was shivering in his bones and crying Turn on the heat, and I reminded him of the time in M. H. S. when he used to sing It ain't no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones. ,- C .. .- ff 11X X . fins- V ,.,- - f A lf ,T li i c , ,. If ff ,. . X Cx.. --B X 1.. ,f A, 2,41 f C.X exf-,-,a,1Z.z,. fa- , x ff- f' ..f 4, , Xl. K jr, y tgii, gf? -'h' 'LAL ff .. 1 Ja- -' 1 V, 3, if ,,- V' K, , fx-4-:Y J- X . f ' V 5' I ,' .1 .f ,f ,,,f 1 V.-f X-341, X NTYQQJ' T T T 'fS'5 N-f , ff '?4 ' f .,, ,iffifv .fl,I.Jf4: N '5:-4. ns +4f,iL'i7f, ,5 X -ff , - -fif'1 ff ' ff ei- f -F-1-.... 111 --QI ---.,: , f , ,.- . -' - .. ..-.. ,Is . , . '?--3,-f' ,,-J . K, .,, , 1 - , ' ' , -' V, . .-'-' 9' . V- 'fi a'-- - :,..',,u'g,3,?'.l, , .fee ---1-::.-mmf A -'

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THE ll Nil? MLN llAN.930 Retrospection Near the shining Lake Blue Water, In the north of Blackford County, In the city of Montpelier, Stands a high school called Montpelier. Made of yellow brick this high school, Built of modern style and structure, With its lawn and spacious playground Reaching far across the city. In an oflice, feared and dreaded, Sat the lonely superintendent, When Commencement time were ended, Musing, in his dreamy fashion, Of the class just graduated, Of their traits and characteristics, Of their many freaks and foibles: How Carl always hit the basket, How Lucille worked in the oH'ice, How Bill Salyer played piano, How Ray Matson led the yelling. How E. Pickering flunked in Civics, How June Meyer got through at Christmas, How provoked they often made him, How he's glad they're graduated. Thinking of May's speed in shorthand, What George knows of agriculture, How E. Garrett ran the business, How Ralph answered English questions, Of how Max would argue with him, Thinking, now that they're departed, They Were not such dumb-bell Seniors. Of course, Amber did quit often But came back again next morning. Faye was shy in Economics But Martha always knew her lesson. Kenneth Shinn went out on personals. Lillian came at the last moment. - William Schuller played the mail man, And Elizabeth got the letters. Don H. liked to fool the teachers. Cecile loafed in annual oHice. Crystal Cale checked the alumni? And did Thelma quill Buroker! Wondering where Garl got his blarney, And how Herbert liked this high school, Wondering if Arthur still liked garlic, And how Forest wrote editorials, 1 'a 1 'XXTSXX yi g NS X hx Qkv x ii, fa lk 1 .st Xxx r efgxbsi SS- ef .Elf ew,,,,,,,gWM 5 i. .5152 -sta., . W ' Mil X ,J ': it ' is 4 ' - '-. . iM' ' . W, 4 .r'i 'Qs 1 . D+, ia . , ff J gk X 3- ' .ii-'ff t 9 gli tif' V hgh r: si lmvxj xx ggi l ig ' 7 lx N uw' V : iglj w' 1' . ,jf ' lflf fd i fl! i l Lil!! X xy, R, nw! lg, 4 , f u M y f i ' 7 ,ff l i p , if l 'Q 'Pi T. .xi P X319 ' F l it ,f !. X 0 C ta I X X for 'f ' '

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THQ ll N ID IAN lftlxlierlo Class Propltecyff-!C0nrimiedf This group of my old friends faded back among the shadows of a recess in the room, while, with the aid of the moonbeams that streaked in from the windows, I could see Amber Penrod explaining to May Parnell, Faye Hiser and Crystal Cale how she and Doc had run a chicken farm near Poling so that she could take her vocal lessons when calling the chickens and not have to disturb the neighbors. When Amber stopped for breath, I asked May to sing some of the old blues songs she used to croon in high school for us, but she refused, saying that she was so sick of lullabies that she never wanted to sing again. Upon consulting Faye, we found that she and Gerald had taken an apartment in Chicago, and added their bit to the gang war. Crystal immediately confessed that she had been happy in her life, for her work of designing dresses in Paris had just suited her. In the most secluded corner of all sat William Schuller, Don Hawkins, William Wharton, and Arthur Carnes. William Schuller was the center of attraction. He was relating the experiences he and Don had had with the designing of skyscrapers in New York. Bill told us that he had enjoyed an easy life, because he had inherited the money his father had made from his overhead door. Arthur Carnes had made good use of his high school Chevvie', experience, he told us, and had painted the Chevvie,' yellow and run a taxi cab in New York City. I saw Cecile Studebaker and Lucille Fox standing in a corner, discussing the good times they had had when they were stenographers together in San Francisco. Thelma Speece and june Meyer were talking to Lillian Hurlbert, Forest Drennen, and Ruth Trant. They were telling them how they had operated a tea room and made a success of it. Lillian, Forest, and Ruth all had their experiences to relate. Lillian had gone into grand opera, and, if you want to know about her singing, just ask anyone who heard her. Forest and Ruth had gone to California and become two of Holly- wood's favorites. Ralph Figley was entertaining Donald Hawkins and Raymond Matson with a fantastically told story of how he drew the big crowds from Montpelier out to his pool room at Molly. Donald Hawkins' reply to this was merely to brag about the first tooth his fifth grandchild was just cutting. Ray Matson had shocked the world in general by being an English professor at Columbia University. William Salyer, Herb Morton, and Martha Dorsey were talking over the old times they had had on earth when William directed the jazz orchestra in Herb's cabaret, and Martha drew the applause of the crowd with her toe dancing. Hazel Smith was the only one left for George Sills to talk to, so he told her lfrom his own experiencej how to raise successfully a litter of pigs. Hazel flatly informed him that he didn't have any- thing on her, because her children had won more blue ribbons than his pigs. The spirits of my old classmates faded into the air. and I found myself walking to the door and leaving the house. I mused upon this strange adventure and came to the conclusion that the class of '30 had been worthy of the best efforts of the teachers of M. H. S. 1 I X N E Q Ib,--..L-gf'-T-T 1. V' . Ng ' i Xia , r been - XXY-lvl-,KXRX qxP?!' If V, 4 ngc:4D?A , ,L f j I -rt P-sw ' -.w-tea-V,. f