Beloit High School - Trojan Yearbook (Beloit, KS)

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H ll ll ll ll ll ll ll ll ll ll II If Il T H E S H I E L . . . ' D B H S 1 5 d But the fourth year saw the addition of our famous classman, Vail McDonald, a jolly little Scotch lad, lately arrived from Girard, to the number. Here, for the first time we looked upon the smiling visage of Edmundson Luman, better known as Lummie. Next year in the fifth grade Victor Casterline, a French kid from Concordia. extended our ranks at the Second Ward and Edward Petterson was now made a member of 'the class. Next year they found Alta Wilson, known as Jo waiting for them. In the seventh year, Verna and Arleafa Logan, two Pennsylvania Dutch girls, came in from Western Nebraska, and to make matters worse, Howard Brown came in among us at the beginning of the second half, and informed his classmates that he was from Palmer, Kansas. At the beginning o-f the eighth year Esther Barger decided to enliven the Second Ward with her presence and joined us from Topeka. When school ended that year we were IT. The High School Seniorship seemed far distant and little to be desired in the fog of our own enveloping glory. But here a transformation took place and our ambitions moved forward four years, for man is never satisfied with what he has, and children are the same as men, only worse. Up to this, the time of our advent into the Freshman class, we could only count fifteen of the future class of '15, but now, with Martha Morrell, our future valedic- torlan and her brother, John, both of the same descent, English, greeted us with their quiet smiles. both from the same District Number 56, and we soon perceived by exper- ience, that still waters run deep. From the same district Lydia Simpson joined us. Then Willis Young, a Scotch-English boy with dark curls, decided he could make a, good showing with us and came in from District Number 37 to join our rapidly filling ranks. Lorld Flowers, a shy little French-Irish girl, abandoned the ranges of Wyom- ing for our safer company. Juliette Hansen, a Danish girl, decided to come in from District Number 72 and took her chances with the rest of us. Bertha Lewis, who, by the way, is also Welsh, came up to Beloit from District Number 87 and greeted the bunch with her cheery smile. Roy Miller, our Scotch-English Newsie, came all the way from Colorado Springs to be with us at the finish. Dora Owens, accompanied by her sister, Ruth, who did not enter school until the following year, came into camp from Woodston. Theodore Philbrickf the long haired class infant, came up from where the Blue Hills lift their hazy heads above the level of the-plain, for the pur- pose of playing football and debating political questions for the mental clarification of mankind in general, but John Conroy in particular, which typical representative of the inhabitants of the Emerald Isle, joined us at this period from the St. John's School. From this same school, at the same time, Katherine Stover, German, cf course, joined us. Mildred Spatz, also from the German line, came down from Dis- trict Number 11 to receive more advanced education. Reuben Vetter sprung his German brogue on us and informed us that he was from District Number 1, the best district in the county. Elmer Simpson and Charles Hargis here received their first introduction to the class which they were ultimately to desert for premature honors. And last, but certainly not least, came Carl Thiessen, from Solomon Rapids, bringing his pepper candy, which to this very day, he has not ceased to dis- pense with, much to the enjoyment ot' those who have been treated before. In- cluding those thirty-six, there were seventy-four who stood forth as Freshmen that morning upon that memorable occasion. It is an unexplained, yet widely accepted fact, that, excepting for the Freshman Class of '07, each year finds each succeeding Freshman Class growing greener and greener, and no one disputes that so far, we have the record. We Freshmen Callie, we saw, but yet we did not conquer. We expected that the Faculty would humble itself before us-but it did not. Fortune shattered our expectations. We had expected a triumphal entry. VVe made the entry in good form. but for some reason the triumph did not last. Before the sun had crossed the meridian, WE were humbled. We found ourselves wandering aimlessly in the halls which had never seemed so wide, and in

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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

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'll ll ll :ll ll ll ll ll ll ll ll ll ll ll THE SHIELD B. H. S. '15 d the seven rooms which had never seemed so numerous nor so far apart. We were certainly discouraged. Yet we kept on. .We knew that perseverance would carry us through. Our natural ingenuity and quick wit came to our rescue and we made out our programs. Time healed the wounds, but the edge of our pride was shattered, and it took over three years to put the edge of it in its previous condition. Our energy being diverted from holding our heads high, naturally, as becomes Freshies, we turned to some outlet other than study. To our long cherished ideals, the campus seemed woefully unadorned, the assembly room monotonously unevent- ful. Accordingly, under cover of darkness, we placed great quantities of red paint upon the sidewalks, inscribing beautiful mottoes to the Faculty and rising and pro- claiming their virtues. But was it allowed to remain? Never. It was immediately obliterated by the janitor, although the hand of time has again made legible the in- scription to those who are familiar with it. We next proceeded to remedy the un- bearable monotony of the assembly room. We scattered some high powered snuff, or cachoo on the two sides of the assembly room at the beginning of a chapel period. Business immediately showed a perceptible increase, and things were kept interesting for several days. But our best efforts were not at all appreciated by the Faculty and we gave up the hope of benefitting the High School by internal reform. It was hopeless, so, having resigned ourselves to the inevitable will of the Faculty, we settled down to real work. Time passed on and our picnics were over. About this time we were called upon to mourn the decease of our esteemed friend and classmate, Loren Donahoo, who, upon being called by the Master, went from us and left a gap in the ranks which has never been refilled. Almost before we were aware of it we were Sophomores. Adella'See, from Ben- nington, joined us to get the benefit of our far famed Tranquility Cure. Ruth Owens joined us this year and we steadily rose until we were Juniors. Here we lost Gillie, Petterson, Lummie, Hargls and Simpson, but as there is never a loss without some gain, we received more new members. Ray Mason joined us, Ed Lange came up from Simpson, and Mildred Mitchell came in from sandy Kinsley, Kansas. The Junior year was not especially eventful and it passed with the usual class plc- nics, parties and banquets. Then we swung in on the home stretch, and here again, our numbers were increased until they reached the final count of forty-one. Charles Walsh, our Irish class orator, met us from the Junior Class. Wm. 0'Neil, another Irishman, overtook us. Guy Keeler, claiming the honor of Turkish descent, and Nell Paul, a Scotch Highlander, came up from Scottsville, and Dorothy Johnson and Ruth Daily here joined us. That is the Class. And now the end draws near. A few more recitations, a few more examinations and the Class of '15 will pass out to mingle with the outer world. We have passed from the past to the present. The Senior pear passed with one grand whirl of class meetings, social functions, lecture course numbers and play rehearsals, and now we stand on the narrow threshold of our future careers. We will soon be leaving the shipyard and be embarking upon the rough seas of life. We do not fear the voyage, for we have been made thoroughly seaworthy by the best of Faculties. We are expecting the best in life and are prepared to get it: we are not expecting the bumps in life, for we will all use our shock absorbers. A few of us will pursue our studies, but for the greater part of us, our diplomas mean that we must begin to labor for our daily bread. But no matter what our professions may be, and they will be many, and no matter how far our paths may diverge, until they meet across thc' River of Death, I feel certain that the members of the Class of 1915 will never forget their High School days. HOVVARD BROWN.