Nappanee High School - Napanet Yearbook (Nappanee, IN)

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(EIuhs § mtg Tune Princeton College Sonb LUCILE ULINK ESTELLA DUNN Although everybody called us When Freshmen very green We have climbed the lofty pinnacle, Where now we may be seen. We were always great in number, In brains and in the pride Which has brought us up as Seniors, While learning side by side. As Sophmores, we were brilliant, In Duker’s history class, Though everybody told us We sure had too much brass. That geometry, we loved it. This angle and that line Would remind us of that glad day When ’twould all be left behind. When Juniors we still kept up The record which we had. The reception was a bother When o’er, we all were glad. At commencement we were present In a box, all trimmed up bright, For we were ever loyal To the old dark green and white. Now as Seniors we are honored And loved by great and small. In every field we gain fame, In plays and basket-ball. And when it all is over We beg for the esteem Of teacher, friend and classes For the class nineteen thirteen.

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Henry Howard Maust “Hank,” a son of the soil, stands among the first in the class. He is respectively: vice-president of the class, and editor, artist, and cartoonist of the Annual. He has discharged all his offices with great ability. Plays a leading part in “Uncle Rube.” His ambition is to become staff artist of the “Kingsville Bugle.” Frieda Price When everybody feels blue, Frieda comes to the rescue with a class party. She will continue her education at Ashland. 6' a. ■ ’ ■ ■ ■{. Y »cj. •ti’i

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class rnsTOEy LUCILE ULINE TtfORMBR class histories for the most part have been fabrication and imagi-■2T nation and to one who olrserves closely it may have occurred that the theory of evolution is readily applicable to class histories. We hope that this history has individuality enough that it will amply repay the persons who read it. From our exalted position as Seniors, we looked back with pride at the brilliant and unsurpassed record which we left of our four years in High School. Apparently uneventful were the first two years of our career, being marked principally by enjoyable class parties given by loyal members of the class. The triumph of our third year was the Junior reception. Long had the Faculty and the class of T2 looked forward to the’13 Junior and with exclamations of joy they read the welcome invitation. Our reception was un-paralled by that of any other Juniors’, since always before they were dry and wearisome, while ours was one of true merit. But we have no intention of expounding our wisdom for others to mock, so will leave all praise or otherwise in the hands of the invited guests. Sometimes battle and midnight watches have been our lot, but never yet has the enemy surprised our camp because of sleeping guards, thanks to the loyal boys of our class. All praise to those whose careful vigilance has ever kept our banner from disgrace. The social functions of class T3 have been many and delightful. After returning from one of these enjoyable functions, each of us would lie on his downy couch in the wee sma’ hours and think of the tests which were always sure to follow such a social demonstration. In the field of athletics we have won much honor and praise, our strong point being basket-ball. Many a good throw has won a stirring “hurrah” from the heaving bosoms of the rooting squad. The goal for which we have been striving is now nearly reached and with an enviable record. The final reward for our labors will be given in May and twenty will be numbered with the Alumni. And now as we leave our high school days behind, may we go into a life filled with happiness and success in spite of the unlucky 13, and may it be said of each of us. “Wisdom he has, and unto wisdom courage, Temper to that, and unto all success.”