Nappanee High School - Napanet Yearbook (Nappanee, IN)

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JJmpbrry nf (£lass nf 1914 BERNICE LEHMAN A CLASS REUNION In the little country town ot Xappanee on Commencement day, in the year 1920, there v as unusual stir and activity. The main line of traffic seemed to 1m directed northward toward the venerable weatherbeaten building Known as tin Xappanee High School. There was a question in the minds of the inhabitants of the town concerning what was 4 going on’ at the school. Without a doubt, something was ‘stirring,’ as the words of the first arrival implied. He was a young man of distinguished bearing, with only one defective feature, his long-suffering nose, which, by no means originally inconspicuous, was rendered more noticeable by tin presence of two strips of adhesive plaster which were pasted across his face. The most casual observer would readily discern that his olfactory organ had been broken for the twenty-third time. The subject of these remarks entered the assembly hall and glanced around with a reminiscent air. “Hasn’t changed much in the last six years.” he observed audibly. “I seem to he the first arrival. Quite an idea, having a reunion of old ’14. It is strange, how a class so small as ours can become so widely scattered in the course of a half dozen years. I wonder—why, hello there! If it isn’t old Roose!” he exclaimed, as a large figure ambled leisurely through the door, barely avoiding upsetting a chair which stood close by. “I don’t believe I—well, I’ll be—it’s Berger. And so you got here, did you?” “I certainly am here at any rate. Is the entire class going to be present?” ‘XII but my sister, Madge. You see, she is so busy teaching those heathen in Africa to reform that she couldn’t get here.” “I had heard that she had taken up mission work,” answered Berger, “but. I didn’t know she was still in Africa. The unexpected will happen. I suppose. Who would have thought that your gay, frivolous little sister would turn missionary ?” “It was an awful shock to us all,” the other replied, “but she said she had a call to go. and sin went before we quite caught on what was up. Have you seen anyone belonging to this outfit yet?” “Not a soul but you since I’ve arrived. By tin way, who owns that establishment on Market Street where Mrs. Pettit form- erly had her millinery shop?” “Why. don’t you know? imcile Yarian and ITsie Silberg. They’re confirmed spinsters. They live in rooms over tin store, with no companions but a cat and a parrot They do a pretty good business.” “I see, I came past there this morning. I saw the sign:— Madame Lucile—Dressmaking Madame IIrsuIie—Millinery The names struck me as being familiar, but I was not certain, and so did not stop in Are you still selling fruits and vegetables?” “Yep,” was the complacent response of Roose. “I’m doing pretty well at it. too. I’ve got a horse and wagon now, in which ! peddle truck (‘very Monday. Wednesday and Saturday. Trucking pays if you know how to manage. Say, I got a letter from Forrest Xickler yesterday. He’ll be here today. You konw he’s the president of a select school for young ladies in Boston.” “You don’t say! Well, isn't it tin truth that “Frosty” always enjoyed tin society of the ladies?” “That’s no joke. But he came within an inch of not getting here. You see he has to ‘go some’ as President of a coliege. But in his letter he stated that hi had engaged a private secretary who would relieve him of a part of his work. Who’s that? Why, it’s Frosty and Clayton Weber, and—er—Mario,” he said in a strange whisper, “Here come Mr. and Mrs. Warner.” At this moment, two handsome young men entered the room, followed by a happy-looking couple. There immediately ensued some lively conversation. Every one seemed to speak at once. However, President Xickler, of Boston's Select School for Young Ladies, managed to tell what a famous civil engineer his friend, Clayton Weber, had become and Weber explained as to whom the dignified educator had employed as private secretary To the surprise of the others, it proved to be a member of tin class of '14 Ruth Strycker, whose name had become prominent in the business world. “She s my right-hand man,” said Xickler. “She’s supposed to be here today. Hasn’t she come yet?” “She s coming with her brother,” explained (Jeorge Warner, who with his wife stood slightly aloof from the others. I suppose you have heard about Ora's up-to-date

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Class 8 mtg URSIK 91 LB ERG Music by Frank J. Allen The noblest class of N. H. S., Best that she could e’er possess, Fifteen girls and boys before you stand. Who’ve gone through school all tiie way, Obeyed the rules they all will say, What else, may we ask, could you demand? CHORUS O class ’14, of you we proudly, proudly sing, Let our hearts sing and our voices ring, Of all the highest classes you are king; Thy memory e’er will cling. Class ’14! O glorious class ’14! Best class anyone has ever seen, Ash and Old Rose are your colors good and true, O we will always hold fast to you. Now we start out, fortli to work, Ne’er our duty will we shirk: We’ll start out to tight our battles now. Farewell then we leave you here: We have nothing much to fear, If we do the best that we know how.

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farming methods. Everything is done by machinery around his establishment, but it keeps him guessing to get ahead of us, doesn’t it, Marie?” he asked of his companion who, of course, agreed with him. There was a pause as an unusual commotion was heard on the stairs. Soon after the cause, or rather causes, of the upheaval sailed into the room. First came Madame Ursulie Sil-Burg, attired in the latest Parisian modes. Bringing up the rear was Madame Lucille Yarianne,, likewise festively attired. Of course, there were handshakings and greetings all round. When Madame Ursulie had in part regained her breath, she said, “Blanche Blos-ser is coming up the street with a tall man, who is wearing a blue felt hat. 1 wonder if she is maried.” Of course she is,” said Mrs. Warner. “Haven’t you heard about it? They have their home in Claypool and live on love and the money Blanche receives from illustrating magazines. They are—” she suddenly became silent as a tall young woman appeared on the scene, alone. “Where’s that man?” demanded Madame Lucille. “Oh, I’ve left him on the outside. 1 don’t take my Lackey quite every place I go,” was the airy response. Then, glancing around until her eyes fell on Berger, she continued, “I am so glad to see our lawyer here. Last week, when you won that case for the state against the Standard Oil Company, you reflected glory on the whole bunch of us.” Berger was modestly disclaiming her flattering remarks, when the remaining four made their appearance—a business-like young woman who had not changed at all from the Lillian Blessing of school days, a smiling, tlaxon-haircd lady and a prosperous-appearing well-built young man, accompanied by another lady. The last two named were instantly recognized as Ruth and Ora Strycker. Suddenly the lady who had confessed to having a Lackey rushed toward the lady with the flaxen hair with a jofyul exclamation. “Gertrue Sheets! Is it really you? I am so—” Here she was interrupted by Ora Strycker who brought blushes to Gertrude’s face, as he said, “Her name isn’t Sheets any more. Maybe you don’t know it, but she taught school out our way until this year, when she entered into a life partnership with one of our most progressive young farmers.” He was about to enter into further details concerning the progressive young farmer’s name when to prevent him, Gertrude hurriedly began to tell how successful Lillian had been in the city, and how she was now at the head of the advertising department in one of our country's leading retail establishments. After by-gone school days had been discussed for some time, the ex-president suggested they join in a rousing cheer for ’14. They seemed to forget that they were ‘grown-ups’ and responded heartily, making the old assembly room ring, for the first time in many years with the cries of “Old Rose and Ash ! Itah! Rah! Who Rah! Who Rail! 1014! Rah! Rah! Rah! Gloriana princess pana! Bestest class in Indiana: Zippitv! Zippity! Zis! Boom! Bah! 1!)14! Rah! Rah! Rah!