Auburn High School - Follies Yearbook (Auburn, IN)

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THE 1915 CLASS ORGANIZATION. WENGER, BD EEL OUVEASS 3 (oscar ae Skat See cee ence age renk hceeS President Ae Bed Bats et Bea es fe oS ode gl cI udeck GD EaLb MS Vice-President GHORGTARV-ANGEE HUT 2.2 cecsrarttnat ac ve haem an Eee Secretary ELON Os ON Dhow md HYD Upene a8 Bc co ea biG ove teclis o ues @ Soca S Treasurer CLASS COLORS—Gold and Black. CLASS FLOWER—Lily of Valley. MOTTO Good, better, best, Never let it rest, Until your good is better, And your better best.

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THE 1915 21 PAULINE MOFFET. Pauline was a very hard worker on the debate team. She also interested herself in athletics. Her bright smile lit up the room when the rest of us were glum. WAYNE A. WEAVER. Who says in verse what others say in prose. “Tubby” is the poet-artist of our class of whom we are all proud. His work as chair- man of the art committee, his illustrations in “The 1915” and the class prophesy show the stuff he’s made of. He also played the part of Captain Faulkner in ‘‘Won by Wire- less.”’ —

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ADE DT. Slar Na 23 CLASS POEM. Fleeting years have borne us swiftly Toward our port and destination, Now we cherish all remaining,— Memories and meditation; But the thoughts of joy and pleasures Mingled in our school] career, Bring to us o’erflowing measures Of the things we all hold dear;— Labor interspersed with frolic, Frolic joined with work and care, Friends and friendship ties made stronger By the high school love we bear. With sincerity and gladness To the faculty we say, “You were ready, willing, earnest, As you helped us day by day. Youthful lives were ne’er influenced By a finer company, And the greatest tribute rendered Would be none too good for thee.’’ To our comrades and companions That have joined us in our play,— May your friends and joys be many As you travel down life’s way; May the wrongs we’ve done prove small, our Deeds brought forth prove great, May the future world we live in Be the best that’s given by fate. Through the sunlight or the darkness, We shall ne’er the more despair As we travel on our journey Through the world, to do and dare; For our confidence is strengthened And our youthful ardor keen, Hope shall be our guiding beacon For the Class Nineteen Fifteen. Though far the years may bear us From our day of graduation,— May we reach our port of entry And our final destination. —WAYNE WEAVER.