Angola High School - Key Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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ctorLi a Qa THE ROAD AHEAD Today as we the Class of 39 reach the top of another hill on the road of life, we stop a moment to look ahead at our distant goal. It can be clearly seen but the way is difficult. The road bends and winds up dangerous mountain sides, across yawning chasms, and down steep cliffs, and in order to reach the end successfully one must use the utmost cau- tion, skill, and courage. There are many side roads which branch off the main highway and which tempt many a wear} traveler, who thinking such a road a short cut to success attempts to follow only to find his way blocked by im- passable cliffs and canyons which would lead to his destruction if he tried to continue. There are no short cuts to success. One must follow the main highway no matter how hard or how long the road may be. Many will stumble and fall along the wayside while their stronger com- panions travel on. The rewards are great for those who successfully reach their goal and prove to be well worth the trouble and effort ex- pended in gaining them. Almost everyone has a different goal in life but no matter what it ma) ' be as long as it is honorable and serves humanity it is worthy of one ' s best efforts. The road can be made easier to travel if one has prepared himself so that he can successfully go over the barriers that will confront him. Therefore, it is of vital importance to all of us to prepare ourselves to meet those obstacles with which we are all con- fronted. Some of the major problems which we must solve are those of earn- ing a living, managing our income, living successfully with our fellow- men, and maintaining and promoting our mental as well as physical well being. Society has taken upon its shoulders the task of teaching the ) ' oung- er generation how to meet these problems, and the best means yet de- vised to accomplish this purpose is the public school system which de- velops the student mentally and physically so that he can live a more intelligent and enjoyable life. One learns the value of good sportsman- ship not only in athletics but also in every day life. The school organi- zations play a very important part in developing character and leader- ship and in promoting wholesome activities and ideals. Thus far we have been carefully guided along the right road by our parents and instructors, but from now on most of us must rely on our own ingenuity and foresight to choose the right road. We hav e been warned about the danger signs along the road of life and it is up to us to see that we avoid them. We, the youth of today, go forward on our great adventure of life armed with youth ' s greatest assets, a strong body, and a clean mind. It is with great courage and keen anticipation of the future that we again start forward on the road ahead. — Robert Craig. Piiyc Twenty -six

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I, Robert Craig, do hereby will .ind bequeath my silver tongued oratorical ability to Lewis Harman. . I, Calista Creel, do hereby will and bequeath my influence over the basketball players to Eileen Erbe. I, Betty June Rensch, do hereby will and bequeath my much used nnd badly worn French book to Joan Hanna. I, Marian Scoville, do hereby will and bequeath my stringless tennis racket to Harriet Carver. I, Rose Wiggins, do hereby will and bequeath my hard used lunch room apron to Genevieve Burch. I, Marion Wallace, do hereby will and bequeath my seat in agriculture class to promote better thinking to Jack Green. I, Eldon Andrew, do hereby will and bequeath my much used excuse blank to Buzzy Deller. 1, Maxine Fanning, do hereby will and bequeath my blonde locks to June Quas. 1, Lucille Dunham, do hereby will and bequeath my crop of freckles to Esther Ferrier. I, Virginia Dunham, do hereby will and bequeath my ability as a soda jerker to Lois Kiser. I, Delores Liniger, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to win jitterbug con- tests to Jeanne Preston. I, Ora Sierer, do hereby will and bequeath my sense of humor and joke book to Kerger Gartner. I, Robert Horton, do hereby will and bequeath my second year shorthand pad and all my left hand abilities to Burty Kolb. I, Robert Myers, do hereby will and bequeath my excessive ambition to Kimmy Dole. L Ruth Badger, do hereby will and bequeath some of my curly red locks to Maxine Mabie. I, Eleanor Miller, do hereby will and bequeath a wad of gum under my chair in shorthand class to lona Huntington. I, Naomi Wisner, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to talk too much in bookkeeping class to Nancy Jane Fisher. L Harriett Braxton, do hereby will and bequeath my artistic ideas to Lita Kiser. L Andrew Braxton, do hereby will and bequeath my power over the keyboard to Marguerite Moor. L lantha Abramson, do hereby will and bequeath my arguments with Pop Certain to Marian Orewiler. L Richard Zeigler, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to drive a broken down Chevrolet to Bob Tiffany. L Robert Zi mmerman, do hereby will and bequeath my chair in the bassoon section in the orchestra and band to Anita Suffel. L Betty Lu Ries, do hereby will and bequeath my cream colored Oldsmobile to Roscoe Nedele to park in the kite field. L Alvena Certain, do hereby will and bequeath my ability as student conductor of the band and orchestra to Gloria Deller. I, Betty Kemmerling, do hereby will and bequeath all my art knowledge to Donnabelle Bowen. L James Morse, do hereby will and bequeath my abil- ity to run the mile, whether scared or not, to Robert Kugler. I, Eleanor Mielke, do hereby will and bequeath my worn out paint brushes to Betty Myers. In testimony whereof, we hereunto set our hand and seal, and declare this to be our Last Will and Testament, this twenty-sixth day of May, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and thirty-nine. Signed: THE SENIOR CLASS Per James Morse. Page Tnoity-pn

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a u{.a{.ovx THE GATEKEEPER Who goes there? The challenge has rung through the ages. The answer comes back, strong and confident. It is I, the youth, the graduate — strong, impetuous, wise, heedless. I march through the door of my new-found liberty with impatient haste, trampling all who get in my path. Broad and limitless is my horizon. Whence comest thou? Foolish questioner! I come from the Halls of Learning, where I have but now completed my task. My feet wait to carry me out into the world. I have spent many happy years gleaning knowledge, but now it is time that I should no longer rock in the cradle of my infancy. What seekest thou? Ah, that my success should dazzle all who look on it! That I may be great and well-known in my time! My mind flies ahead to future events — • to middle age, yes, even to the last years, wise, venerable, respected. Knowest thou the password? I do. It is courage. The bravery that comes from the certainty that one is right does not desert him in the crisis. We stand alone, guarded no more by the careful cloister our teachers have built up about us. Our mantle is courage and our walking stick is knowledge. Hast thou this courage? Indeed I have. I and all my classmates, whom our teachers have spent twelve years molding and guiding, are steep ed in its quality. We have been taught faith, perseverance, honor, leadership, and truthfulness. Our con- fidence is great. Knowest thou for certain thou wilt succeed? My success will be great as the day in which it occurs. I am the new Einstein, the new Freud, the new Toscanini. I have in me the power of the Age. You have questioned me and I have answered. How firm you stand. Gatekeeper! You let all through, for you must, but your examination is grueling. How glad we are for the opportunities which have been given to us along our school path! All of them we have not taken, but those we did have given us greater fortitude. How solemn are your accents. Gatekeeper! So slowly you yield, O Learned One! Do you think we are not capable of carrying ourselves aright on the broad, smooth road that leads from the other side of your door? Are you doubtful of our ability? Listen, then! We have worked hard. We shall exert ourselves even more in the years to come. We shall stand alone. Our friends will encourage us, even help us at times, but it remains with us as individuals to determine whether we stand or fall. The hand of him who strikes without warning is forever at our shoulders. We must be constantly vigilant to withstand the assaults of those who would destroy us. Gone are the days when others decided our problems for us. Those happy years have passed, not into oblivion, but rather into that dreamy haze which covers things past. We stand now on the threshold of adventure, keen, eager, zestful. But you, somber Gatekeeper, stand between us and that great adventure which comes soon. Have you still more questions to ask us? You must let us through soon. We are not to be put off forever by a stern and forbidding countenance. We have hurried toward the completion of our task for four years, only to meet this Gatekeeper who now delays our progress. I wonder who he is. I shall ask him. Gatekeeper, what is your name? Why do you delay us? I am Life. I delay everyone. Some pass me more quickly than others, but I stay all for a time. Hast thou further question? Yes — Life. Will I be famous? Only after the sun sets do the stars rival each other in glory and brilliance. —LUCY ELLEN HANDY. Page Tu ' ciify-sevcn