Auburn High School - Follies Yearbook (Auburn, IN)

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SENIOR CLASS POEM The Senior Class, one, nine, one, four, Boosters for Auburn evermore, Pass from the realms of fun and strife Into the depths of work and life. From grade and district school we cae, With high ambitions for the game Which life implants in every heart, We've gained an advantageous start. All the obstacles in our path Were overcome by earnest wrath; Wrath impelled by our desire To lift our feet out of the mire. In athletics we hold the rag Said by some to be a flag, Honestly won by our great z est To be better than all the rest. Four years have passed, and now we stand Upon a bar of silver sand, Prepared for the future and all that may Come to us on any day. These four long years we toiled together In cloudy and in sunny weather, Until at last we proudly stand Upon the sure and firm-set land. The self same wind and self same tide Will send our barks on courses wide; Our will, the sails, our rudder, pride, That in life’s journey will us guide. Forth into the world we go, Determined to gain success; Secure with the thorough training Received in the A. H. S. There’ll come a time, there’ll come a place In the boundless seas of space; We’ll meet again, there, face to face, Life’s battles won by God’s good grace. —FRANK ALBRIGHT.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Four years ago seventy eager boys and girls, filled with curiosity, gathered at the High School building to take advantage of the oppor- tunities offered. Glances of pity and amusement were often cast our way by the dignified Senior and talkative Juniors. The new boys and girls, with hearts beating with joyful anticipation, were assigned seats in the assembly room. Our many blunders grew less and less under the kind (?) instruction of our upper classmates. We were carefully guided through the jungles of factoring by the ever-obliging Mr. Kimmel. Miss Baxter zealously instructed us in the difficult paths of Latin, and before long we found that declensions and conjugations must be mastered before we could attempt the rest. Our class became wise in plant lore under the instructions of Miss Mulvey. Mr. Cobb made us familiar with grammatical terms. Music and draw- ing were emphasized and with the aid of Miss Jeffry noted progress was made. At the end of our pleasant and seemingly short vacation over fifty of our members again assembled, but this time as Sophomores. This year we were located in the large room upstairs, with Miss Mulvey, the de- voted friend of our class, in charge. As Sophomores, it was now our duty to give valuable (?) hints to the Freshmen. Miss Baxter and Mr. Cobb had left us, and in their places were Miss Armstrong, Miss Bateman and Mr. Kiser. Mr. Kimmel introduced us to plane geometry, with all its theories and exercises. Besides rhetoric and composition, Miss Bateman intro- duced us to “Julius Cesar,” “Vision of Sir Launfal.’”’ Our class, we are proud to say, did not ride through Cwsar’s many battles and campaigns on ponies, but steadily struggled through dreary marches of indirect dis- course and continually fought our way through hostile constructions, with Miss Armstrong as our able commander. Under Mr. Kiser, our knowledge of ancient races, cities, e(c., was amazingly increased. The next fall we discovered another change in teachers. Miss O’Brien decided to draw us carefully from ancient history to modern, while Mr. York took us through several orations of Cicero. Mr. Kiser tried to “fill our heads’’ with solid geometry. Miss Bateman labored zealously to make the language of Dutchland ours, besides striving to make us familiar with American literature. This year was considerably enlivened by a party given to the boys by the girls. The banquet, given at the end of the year, was another source of pleasure in one way, and in another way re- gret—regret because it was the last time that the two classes would meet in a body. At the end of another happy vacation, we again resumed. our duties of school life, as Seniors. To our surprise and delight, we discovered that Miss Baxter had decided to be with us at least one more yeaf of our happy school days. We greeted many new teachers who had taken the places of those who had left us at the end of the previous term. Our class was not very active in social events this year, on account ot the work that accompanies the graduating class. The only social stunt of importance was a sled party given by the boys to the girls. The class is zealously engaged in publishing the Annual, which we have all strived to make a success. Theses, preparations for the operetta and commence- ment have occupied every spare moment. Our happy, care-free school days are now over. This last day brings with it a mingled feeling of joy and sadness-—joy because we have reached the soal for which we have been striving so long; sadness because of the severing of the long and intimate friendship ties. With a farewell smile of encouragement, the dazzling sun of the class of 1914 disappears be- hind the western hills, Ey Ay Be

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FACULTY JINGLES AND SENIOR SLAMS In the class of 1914 Are twenty-one studious boys, And girls to the number of twelve, O’erflowing with pleasures and joys. But as I write for the town-folk, And country people, too, Just take it as a joke If a phrase is slammed at you. But if your name you cannot find, It’s one I’ve missed, you see; I’ll bring in those of higher mind— ‘Tis said that’s the faculty. Professor Blossom heads the list; He is jolly, cheerful and kind. Professor McKenney must not be missed, With his keen, mathematical mind. Miss Bateman, with her smiles so gay, Instructs us in Englisheand ‘‘Duteh;” Miss Mulvey, in her funny way, Teaches Botany, Physies, and such. Miss Baxter teaches history, All like her charming way. Miss Armstrong, our Latin teacher, Will be a farmer’s wife some day. Miss Jeffrey, our teacher in singing, Miss Wiley, from a town so near, Mr. Buckles, in athletics bringing A record for our school this year. (?) And now, to the class of fourteen, One, Ruth Bishop is her name, Finds her strong point is in German, Which she studies:with might and main. Then “Curly” comes: along in line; He is that Geometry shark. Next Alma Martin, a girl, you’ll find, Who is afraid to be out in the dark. Glen has a mouth so very smull That he can scarcely laugh; Our “Shelly” is a boy so tall, He resembles a giraffe. “Pewee” is the little boy on roll; Somewhat larger is Mabel Clark. I have heard it said that Ralph’s no fool, For he can sing just like a lark. We have a boy very good in books; He is a boy of Witt, And when at him some Sophomore looks, Frank Albright has a fit. Mr. Deetz is surely quite a gent, To the girls he is very kind, While Miss Provines, -our president, Is as studious as we can find. You may see our George, the wonder, Only when the moon beams glimmer, But whether sunshine, rain or thunder, Ralph W. is seen with Alys Zimmer. Marie Hoff is the smallest one of us (?) She only weighs a ton. Jolly and kind is Miss Thomas; She is always having fun. Our “Uncle John’ had long, gray hair, But it has changed its color some. “Stubb” remembers the Garrett fair, When he bought that rubber gun. We have a fat man’s girl on roll, Her name is Clarice Miller. Mabel Emerson is no fool, But I never saw one stiller. And then there’s ‘‘Mac,’’ so very sweet, With her pretty little hand, And next a fellow we call ‘‘Pete,’’ Who in base ball can’t be fanned. Earl Pfaff has a pair of gloves, Quite good ones, don’t you know;, And everywhere that ‘‘Pfaffy’’ goes, Those gloves are sure to go. Our ‘‘Bill’’ looks like a district teacher, And we think that is what he will he, While Cecil looks more like a village preacher, Just wait, and you will see. Paul Rudolph, you know, is a great athlete, For he says that he can play cards. Boyd Teeters is a name not obsolete, That should be placed among the bards. Marie King is engaged in photography. Mabel Townley chews her gum. Grenivere is so very small, you see, But we think she will yet grow some. There is ‘‘Tom,’’ who is very stout, And also our big boy Hugh. The only one who has been left out ; Is the one who wrote for you.