Beloit High School - Trojan Yearbook (Beloit, KS)

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H ll IF' 1l ll il II t T H E S H I E L WILLIS YOUNG There's no art to find the mind's construc- tion in the face. JO WILSON SHIELD BOARD. BASKET BALL '12-'13-'14-'15. The dreamer lives forever and the toilet dies in a day. CHARLES WALSH EDITOR IN CHIEF OF SHIELD. Firm as a rock I stand. ll 'Il ll 15 D

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ll ll Il H - ll ll' ll ll ll ll Il I? lla ll' THE Sl-IIEL D B. H. S. '15 d IDA VAN PELT Noblest soul in that she ehooseth the right because it is right. REUBEN VETTER TRACK '14. Come one. come all. NILA VAN PELT SENIOR SECRETARY. My mind to me a. kingdom is.

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ll ll Il Il ll' H II ll ll ll II Qlli'-ll'-1-ll B H S ' l '5 THE SHIELD . . . Senior' Class History' The time has arrived when another Senior Class must leave B. H. S. Our High School career has been quite tranquil, and because of that tranquility, due, doubtless, to the excellent administration of the faculty, there is not much to tell here. However, the task has evolved upon me to portray something which will serve to some, in after years. when they have made their mark in the world. as a small reminder of those happy days, now past and gone forever, when we were a class of busy CD boys and girls together in the old High School in Beloit, Kansas. We will probably never meet all together again and we fervently hope that these, our school days, may ever remain a. green spot in our memories. You will ever find it true that the old order changeth, giving place to new, and so it is here. In a short year or two, we, doubtless, will have sunk into the World around us and be remembered as a class no more. It has been the method of previous class historians to sing the praises of the class and laud its virtues to the sky, but such will not be the case here. We will leave that subject by merely referring to the old maxim, A good wine needs no bush. But here it is fit- ting that something be written that will cause us to look back with pleasure to the memory ot our school days, something that will cause the memories of our comrades in study to be kept fresh and sweet in our minds. As has been said before, there is not much to tell. Our days have been filled with peace and contentment. except where, here and there. a small disturbance,,an extra long lecture on poetical themes. a failure in quiz or some other trifling inci- dent has marred the far famed tranquility of our upper class careers. Perhaps one reason for the good conduct of our class is its personnel, for we are not all excep- tionally good students, although the textbooks probably are in part responsible for our shortcomings in that respect. We are met from far and wide, from east, west, north and south and every other sundry ,point of the compass. The ancestral descendants of the class members are many. but even as unlike kinds of electricity attract each other, in like manner our class is firmly bound together by its dissimilar nation- alities. Then let us turn the hands of Time backwards and look into his gray urn for a few minutes at our classical upbuilding. Our beginning was small, yet out of small things do wonders grow. It took time to form such a brilliant aggregation as ours. Away back in the oblivion of many of our memories, in 1903, to be explicit, Gertrude and Richard Alsop, hand in hand, brother and sister, entered and took up their work in the First Ward buildingg Walter Gill was there. At the same time Dorthy Ebey entered the mysterious and awe-inspiring edifice known as the Field Building and began with the chart class. Mildred Lyster, her parents having recently moved from Longmont, Colorado, with her, joined Gillie and the Alsop kids in the First Ward. Eulalie Harbaugh entered the Central Building for the first time upon that bright September morn. It was a small beginning, to he sure, but Rome was not built in a day. Of course these were not alone in their struggles, but the others have been scored out by the lawf- The Survival of the Fittest. These select few here began their education and learned among other things, what a troublesome combination a dog and a cat can make, especially when, as the book plainly states, The cog sees the cat. So they learned, and as they learned, they rose, and one morning at the Third Ward. B-orthy found it playmate in the person of Mary Darrow. ' The second Veil' saw no new additions to the future l915ers, nor did the third. If