Auburn High School - Follies Yearbook (Auburn, IN)

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Ty I abe ae eh I Class Ninteen Hundred Five. bos Most wonderful class of 1905, Long have we striven and must strive The upmost round of the ladder to gain, Or the highest pinnical to attain; Although we have striven with those below, They all acknowledge they're much to slow; They soon found out that we were “‘it,” That we alone had all the “git;” And though they rail at our talents rare, ] am sure their beauty cannot compare With that of our girls, their parents joys, And who like full well the Senior boys. We're the only class for many years, For which women suffragists have fears; The Spinster ’04's claimed they were unique, And that to find, you would have far to seek; Eleven girls without one boy, But we report with pride and joy An equal number of boys and girls, Each one of whom is worth rare pearls, And each one has some talent choice, Of brain, or brawn, finger or voice. Our School Board we must truly thank, For giving us teachers of such high rank; Mr. Harrison, honest, wise and just, In whom we have confidence and trust; Has been the star of the school for years, The guide of pupils through sunshine and tears; Long may he prosper and kindly teach, And show others the paths of knowledge each; And as the sun sinks with splendor in the west, Thus may he go to life's great rest. Dear Mr. Tyner, a boy with the boys, Shares with all our confidence and joys; And when in foot ball he won't certify the list, The boys know he’s right and don’t insist. BY GUY B:. WEST Poem Mrs. Leasure with her great talents rare, Treats all her pupils just and fair, She makes them feel that right is law, And here with many teachers is a flaw. While Dear Miss Hoffman with her music sweet, Has made our High School most complete. Our yearly concerts whose renown, Have spread afar from town to town, Were only given through her aid, And the school has reaped the profits made. Our Prexie Jesse has won renown By his wit, and humor through the town; And Rosamond’s pieces thrill the school, O’er all our hearts does she proudly rule; While Druie on the piano plays, Enchanting daily with her lays; Our Dorsey the athlete of our class, Declares his knee patched with sheepskin at last; And Ray already we can see, A great electrician will surely be; Bess for a trained nurse must prepare, On account of the people fer whom she'll care; When Anna upon the violin plays, All cares fly away and we pour out our praise; While Harry the Adam’s of our class, Has kept pegging away and won out at last; Our valedictorian you all know is Maud, Who has worked for the place and whom we applaud.

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(GeUekee St eA : a Ninteen Hundred Five. Class | . Organizations — Grace Hires, Treasurer Ihf Brown, Faye Tucker, Alice Rakestraw, Burgess Fitch, Velma Suman, Hazel Platter, Grace Goetchius, Verah Myers, George Emanuel. MOTTO--Labor Opens Honor’s Gate. CLASS YELL—Zip! Zoom! Loo! La!; 1906, Rah! Rah! Rahi; '05, '07—Nixie Nit); They're not in it, We're it; Zip! Za! Prixie! Trix!; Hail: the class of 1906. COLORS— Old rose and golden brown, SOPHOMORE CLASS Oak Husselman, President Ward Yesbera, Secretary Chalmer Weaver, Treasurer Marie Harrison, Waldo Seiler, William Hebel, Helen Lamson, George Coe, Russel Rakestraw, Blanche Wolback, Flora Wolback, Jennie Lung, Nellie Williamson, Bertie Imhoff, Fred Hoffman, William Mcelntyre, Albert Huffman, Elza Shull, Don Sprott, Estell Dawson, COLORS—Cnrimson and white, MOTTO— Labor omnia vincit. CLASS FLOWER— White carnation. CLASS YELL—Boom! Boom! Whippity! Boom!; Zipity! Zopity! Zipity! Zoom!; Hickity! Sal Hickity! Sife!; Seven the class, you bet your lifel; Rah! Rah! Rah! Zip, Rah! Boom!; Give us room, give who room?; The Sophomore class and that right soon. FRESHMEN CLASS Daniel Morr, President Bradford Dennison, Secretary Bertha Bishop, Treasurer Sydney Farmer, Lyda Pfaff, Fern McDowell, Charles. Emme, Jesse Provines, Jesse Aber, lra Hoffman, Blanche Marvin, Grace Butler, Victor Walker, Myrtle Hornberger, Adah Garrett, Hazel Ensley, Bertha Bishop, Dean Cherry, Daniel Morr, Leria Beldon, Edith Provines, Lydia Walter, Isa Provincia, Dorcie Nugen, Walter Harris, Albert Kessler, Walter Thrush, Arthur Krider, Ruby Lydell, Margeret Driscoll, John-Rugman, Roland Fitch, Marie Thrush, Jay Goetchius, Fred Jenkins, Edna Provines, Samuel Williamson, Mertice Warrick, Ralph Ketcham, Bradford Dennison, Frank Pommert. MOT TO—Suaviter in modo, fortiter in res. CLASS YELL—Rigity! Bigity! Zip! Boom! Bah!; We're the Freshmen Rah! Rah! Rah; | JUNIOR CLASS Leo Scott, President Esther Baxter, Secretary With our rights and at this rate; We are the class of 1908,

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fdr EME SE Gv Ay Reese = Our class indeed is hard to beat, And with it the others can scarcely compete; A bright young Junior his parent's joy, Well, we might add, their only boy; And three young sophomores all very green, Attempted to slur us in a way that was mean; By putting a skull and cross bones in bad taste, All over the front walk with some black paste; The Seniors they thought could not survive, But still we continued to live and thrive; And made our plans to catch them all, Ere the shadows would again grow tall; But Mr. Harrison kindly said: “Leave them to me, their title will be read;” And posted Jesse and Ray, that ere the morn It would be scrubbed off, or someone would mourn; Of course we all were anxious to see Who the young smart Alecks really could be; At seven-thirty the boys left town, And stole quietly to the High School ground; Lo! Bice were the Judge, Gasty, Pete and 1, All scrubbing away wiih right good will; Of course they were angry as could be, —Ninteen Hundred Five. When first they the Senior boys did see; And Gasty ordered them not to stay, But to hurry off, and go right away; But the boys stayed on to see the fun, While the youths scrubbed on till the work was done; Yet a big black spot there will always be, If you don’t believe it, just go and see. Now as the sun sinks with Splendor in the West Our Senior class may go to rest. To the Senior class of 1905, Long may she prosper and long may she thrive! And of one thing sure there is no doubt That we’as Seniors have gone out With the greatest record of any before, Of any class that has reached the shore. Our Motto’s teaching, Grief an mit Gott, We're sought to follow as we ought. With the help of God, strive on, strive on, Till comes the day of glorious dawn, When the victor’s well earned meed of praise Shall crown with fruit the fruitful days.