Nappanee High School - Napanet Yearbook (Nappanee, IN)

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In nineteen twenty-two, That he may teach heathen souls to rise, Ralph Miller will cross the ocean blue And swelter ’neath the Indian skies. Mabel Sloat will follow a business career, And, rising year by year, She will have a good name, And iinally scale the heights of fame. Burton will win many an auto race, lie will break every record; For he will set a fast pace: And his career will indeed be checkered. Lowell will continue his wireless experiments, For practice, some instruments lie rents, Then he will get a job on a battleship, And over the sea lie'll skip. Harvey will be a civil engineer; Some day he'll win fame. He will build a railroad a year, And a very high place can claim. Harry Itfert will be an aviator, And sail thru the air so high. He will also lie an inventor, And we shall praise him to the sky. Miller will be a merchant of truth, Because honesty was his policy in youth: And from this virtue trade he'll win, From all the traders coming in. To African shores will Vera go, To brighten that region of darkness and woe, And great good there will she do, In teaching the heathen the right to pursue. Hilda will go away, No one knows how long she'll sta ; But one day when she has returned, She’ll say she only for Lowell yearned. Bessie will become an actress, And win fame in spite of distress. But her career soon will end, When she finds that 44one” dear friend. And for myself alone, 1 a six-cylinder will own, And will set awful paces To qualify myself for races. These lines tell the story of their careers, Who faithfully learned to delve For knowledge in their good old High School years, The class of nineteen hundred twelve. N.H MORAL TO THE PUBLIC “Lives of great men all remind us, We can make our lives sublime, And departing leave l ehind us, Foot-prints on the sands of time. ’ 33 Editor.

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tJrnjihrnj nf (flann nf 1912 BLANCHE FREESE We all will go on our way, Each seeking a different path; “Each using as best he may The talent which lie hath.” Chauncey, the president of the class Will he employed in a hank, And by his effort to surpass, Hise to extraordinary rank. Actor of our class is Ray, Very talented is lie, And a star in any play Will most certainly he. On an electric sign-board nn ill flicker A name well known to you, That of Harry Rickert, for trade he does not have to dicker, For he manufactures the “ Nip” shoe. Adah, the plank of the class, And a very bright lass, A most excellent teacher will be In the High School at Nappanee. Vida soon w ill break home ties: She may not long among us linger, For soon beneath Italian skies, She’ll be wedded to a singer. Carrie, a blessing w herever she goes, Surely sent to this world to brighten life, Will soon, as everylx dy knows, Become a Canadian farmer’s wife. Ethel Gw in’s future romance, Which reads like a song, Will lead her to France, Where she'll marry ere long. Douglass M., our “ little giant” in debate, When he attorney-general gets to be The interests of IJ. S. A. w ill clearly see, And send the trusts to meet their fate. Ralph Frazier, a contractor, Will be the main factor In building the new school-house at Nappanee In the year twenty-three hundred and twenty-three. Ethel Frederick will become a nurse, And although she’ll many a patient ’tend. Not one will become worse For she such skillful aid w ill lend. Grace Slagle will become one of the suffragettes, And w ill also give talks against cigarettes. Some day she’ll drop us each a note To let us know that she can vote. A surgeon to be is Galen Roose: Very famous will he become, For he never was a goose, And his fees will be a goodly sum. 32

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(Class BESSIE ANGLIN AND HILDA PRICE Tune—“Love’s Old Sweet Song.” Once in the dear old year of 1908. One and thirty Freshies resolved ne’er to he late. Eager for learning and for fun as well, Always in their places at the stroke of the hell. But the next year a few resolved to leave, And how the news of this our hearts did grieve. Our class has lessened eacli new' year, you see. For now our mein hers number only twenty-three. But we’re not discouraged, for we’re the largest class, That from the N. II. S. did pass. You’ll miss us then, for what are you to do Without the mighty class of ‘2:i (skidoo). CHORUS We’re the sturdy Seniois of the N. II. S., Always up and moving: Always at our best. Tho’ we’re seldom noisy, We’ll be missed when gone. And all the other classes will wish for our song, Our dear old sweet song. M