Nappanee High School - Napanet Yearbook (Nappanee, IN)

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('lass History Rikta Keller History, broadly speaking, concerns itself with only the most important events of the human race. History of the world is largely that of its battles and the triumphs of the conqueror prove the survival of the fittest. The Class of 1915 lias been truly militant, having waged for four years a civil war, firing incessantly, aiming its grape-shot and bean-shooters and erasers at the faculty, school board, juniors and freshmen. Ther--have been rumors of duels among our own ranks and numerous deserters have been duly sentenced and shot in the back. Let us pass rapidly over the prehistoric epoc of our existance, when we were all monkeys and the semi-barbaric age when we were enveloped in the darkness of the grammar school, to the beginning of the Renaissance period which begun on the lltli day of September, 1911. On that day the green grocer wagon delivered at the door of the High School fifty bewildered freshmen, no cold storage product but the real thing, all green and guaranteed not to fade- Though a large number of our members have fallen by the wayside, and two out of that number having embarked upon their matrimonial career, we have inherited two heirlooms from other cities, so that we now have twenty-six. We are the largest elass to graduate from the Nappanee High school. In the beginning of our freshman year we were a little shy but as the time passed the shyness wore off. By the middle of the term we were an organized class. The first class in the N. H. S- to organize before the middle of the second term. John Metzler was our president, pink and green were selected as our elass colors with the Pink rose as the class flower, and we began to show the other students that we were “The Class That Does Things.” In the beginning of our Sophomore year we eeeted a new president in the person of Ward Coppes. During this year our class starred in basket ball. Soon another vacation had passed away and we became Juniors. The triumph of this year was the Junior Reception. Long had faculty and the Class of ’14 looked forward to the ’15 Junior Reception. Our reception was unparalelled by that of any other Juniors. The social functions of the class have been many and delightful, (’lass parties in town ami sleigh-ride parties and weenie roasts in the country. Early in our Senior year we held a class meeting and selected our class pins. Later we held another meeting and selcted our elass play- The meeting habit was becoming a chronic Senior disease In one of our attacks we decided that the girls should graduate in white sailor suits, with blue eolars and red ties and the hoys in navy blue suits.. We bear the distinction of being the first elass of the N. II. S. to graduate in this manner. We are giving two class plays, ‘‘At the End of the Rainbow” and “The Royal Highway” and publishing an annual. No history is complete without its chapter on Hero-Worship. We have won much honor and praise in basket ball and from this field we are taking with ns Ward Coppes, Clarence Branson and Joe Kaufman. And now we say “Farewell” to the N. II. S. and each one of us goes forth to battle with life on broader fields and to overcome obstacles which our education has prepared us to meet. But mav we all look back with fond remembrances to the Class of 1915 and its happy days in old N- II. S.

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 The Senior Class 1915

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Class Poem Beatrice Gentziiorn O! our dear old Nappanee High School, ’Tis to you we point with pride, As at last our studies are ended And life’s doors are open wide! Now the time has come for parting Memories come thronging near; Thoughts of all our old Transgressions— The reports we used to fear. We remember our demerits; How they brought us pain and woe; And our low toned recitations— Of the things we didn’t know. We as Juniors behaved like Freshmen, And as Freshmen behaved like sin; And our Parents used bad language; When our Sophmore grades eame in. True! we disobeyed our teachers. And broke some silly rules, Still we think our N. II. S-, Has it on most other schools. Soon we’ll build another High School But memory still will keep alive Joyous days in the old building, For the class nineteen-ten-plus-five. We will let the sophs and Fresies Have the building, new and clean; ’Cause we’re forced to leave the shelter Of the old in ’ten fifteen.