Angola High School - Key Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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Lulu Ray Weaver. The name and fame of A. H. S. has penetrated to Bryan, Ohio, and from this town comes Lulu to gladden our hearts. Born a poet, she has just begun to come into her own. While “the wide w'orld is still ignorant of her worth’’ ’twill not always be so. Marshall David Willennar. From the swamps of Otsego township comes “Marsh,” and right glad are we that we have him. HE is the Nestor of the class, the sedative part of the whole school. Whether in the class room or on the playground he is always found near the top. His motto is “Love thy neighbor as thyself.” Mark Jordan Woodhull. “He’s six foot one way,” but only one the other. Angola claims the honor of being his birthplace. His whole schcxjl life has been spent in Angola. He is president of the Athletic Association, captain of 1904 football team, and captain of 1905 track team. 20

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Wallace Steves Purinton. “Wally” began his ponderous existence in Angola, and has filled it with sunshine ever since. He is known as the hardest working boy in the class. Some call it “push;” others call it “pull;” while there are others who insist it is “bluff” or even “graft.” Aclelia Adele Stallman emerged from the forests of York township more than a score of years ago and has spent the greater part of three years in our midst. Dame Rumor says she is the only girl in our class that has met Hvmen. Bessie Ophelia Tuttle. “Bess”says that she has found her Hamlet and that he is as great as William the Conqueror. She first saw the light of day on a farm in Scott township and the nation celebrated her coming with joyous acclamation. It was July 4, 1886. She is the literary ediror, and great credit is due her for the work she has put on the history of the senior class. 19

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t Senior Class Poem We are the Class of Nineteen-Five, We’re here at last, we’re still alive. We had to work, our grades will tell, But really, I think we’ve done quite well. Yes we’ve been here for four short years, We’ve struggled hard, forgetting fears. And now we're here, we’re here to stay, At least till graduation day. We entered Freshmen in Naughty-one, Then our work was always jyell done. Couldn’t finish till Naughty-two, Then, if ever, you'd find us blue. Sophomores next in Naughty-three, Busier than the bumble bee. Juniors we were in Naughty-four, Then we worked as never before. Now as Seniors we’ll do our best To graduate like all the rest. We hope and fear, we shed a tear, We think of this as our last year. DEDICATION Now A. H. S. of blue and gold, We hate to leave your walls so old; But as we bid farewell to thee, We wish you great prosperity. —Guy D. Kyper.