Beloit High School - Trojan Yearbook (Beloit, KS)

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and Asherville furnished us with Anna Schmeil, Keith Cox, and Grace Roberts. Vernon Pate came from the West, from the town of Esbon. So in the great melting pot of B. H. S. we have united into one body, the graduating class of 1918. In closing, we, the class of 1918, wish to thank our teachers and especially Miss Carpenter and Miss Hutchinson, our class sponsors, for their thoughtful direction and sympathetic counsel during our High school course. May we live up to the ideals which they have set before us and may we become worthy and efficient citizens in this great world democracy which our own brave boys in France are giving their precious lives to procure for us.— Edna Freeman, Hettie Leslie. TO THE BOYS IN KHAKI Lawrence Calvert Lynn Smith John Cochran Ivan Casterline Kenneth Kiniry Wilbur Oak Our Service Flag now shows that five boys of the class of 1918 are doing their part in this great World War for Democracy. How we should honor the lads who have made it possible for us to look forward to a peaceful world, unshaken by murder and war! They went away with the bloom of health upon their cheeks and the spirit of youth in their hearts. They knew no other word than “WIN” and win they must. Their supreme sacrifice will make their names immortal in the history of the school. They are helping to make possible a better world in the future. They have risked life, home, and future happiness that we might enjoy the privileges of peace. Mention should be made of our former science teacher, Mr. W. W. Oak, who is also in the service of his country.

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CLASS HISTORY N the unique evolution of man as a social being—the class of 1918 has played this far a rather inconspicuous role. Inconspicuous, perhaps, so far as the world is concerned but in the lives of its members these four years of High school life mean and always will stand for the happiest, most carefree period of their lives. The ups and downs, the tears and laughters—while they have meant much to us in the passing; in retrospect they will be a sweet and pleasant dream which passed all too soon. It is difficult to realize now at this commencement time that this brief four years has been but a preparation for what is to come after. If we have been prone, at times, to take the problems of life lightly, and have not allowed our studies to interfere with our High school course or if we have taken life as a glad holiday—we are beginning to realize that duties are ahead of us and that there are ideals and purposes in life worth working and striving for. It is our hope that during this time we have learned the spirit of the poem by Saxe:— In battle or business, whatever the game; In war or in love, ’tis ever the same; In the struggle for power, or scramble for pelf; Let this be your motto, “Rely on yourself.’’ Our Freshman year saw us with an enrollment of eighty-seven. Our officers for this year were: Jay Roberts, president; Ruth Cook, vice president; Doyle Gilbert, secretary; and Hurd Douglass, treasurer. Shortly after the closing of this year we were called upon to mourn the death of one of the most beloved girls of our class, Gladys Martindale. The Sophomore year found us with part of the green worn off and determined to make our class a success, attempting to live up to our motto, “Honor waits at labor’s gate.” Lynn Smith acted as president, Hurd Douglass as vice president, Cecil Ammerman as treasurer, and Hattie Leslie as secretary. By the end of this year we were accustomed to the ways of High school life and were ready for better work in our Junior year. After two strenuous years thirty-five of our number entered B. H. S. to take up the trials of the Junior year. We again elected Jay Roberts as president, Lynn Smith as vice president, and Kenneth Kiniry as secretary, treasurer. At the end of the first semester, we lost one of the most beloved teachers of B. H. S. in the person of Miss Mayme Conroy. Troubles never come singly, so at the end of the second semester we lost a dear friend and councellor, Miss Bess Bozell, our class sponsor. Jay Roberts had proved himself so good an executive and diplomat that we were unwilling to initiate a new candidate for the Senior year, so we elected Jay Roberts, president; Chalmer Fuller, vice president; Nettie Pfaff, secretary; and Harley Reiter, treasurer. Jay Roberts has proved himself a very competent leader, having successfully guided our class as president for three years. It is with deep appreciation and pride in our boys, that we are so well represented “over there,” or in preparatory training schools. John Cochran and Kenneth Kiniry are in France, Ivan Casterline is in the navy, Lynn Smith and Dewitt Wilson are now in training camps. Mr. Oak, our science teacher also enlisted in the balloon corps at Fort Omaha. As our laws are lenient with regard to immigration, we have adopted an open door policy, many foreigners have come from all directions. Phoebe Kaser came from Nebraska and Miss Hutchinson from Lincoln, Nebraska. The villages of Scottsville

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CLASS PROPHECY HE Prophetess: “Though the curtain of the future remains drawn, I can see through its filmy fabric and discern unfought fields, unaccomplished deeds, and the unattained successes and failures of mankind. Because of the fact that my vision is more farsighted than that of the average person; I deem it my privilege as well as my duty to cultivate these powers for the help and encouragement of men, that I may warn them of many pitfalls, and encourage them with an occasional hint of success. Life at the present time is grave; and the future as we are approaching it looks utterly dark, yet in the far distance I can distinguish a brilliant light,'which tells me plainly that after this period of confusion is over, a wonderful new life, free, glorious, and happy, will be enjoyed by the people of earth. What meaneth all of this merry rippling laughter? The high pitched voices of youth, the care free tones of innocent children seem to be near me! Hark! It is just outside my door. I will see what is wanted.” (The Prophetess goes to the door to admit a group of students, who are laughing and talking.) The Students: “Oh Prophetess! We heard that you are wise; can look into the future; and can tell us of our successes and our failures! May we come into your den and have our fortunes told?” The Prophetess: “Who may you be so young and so fair; so full of joy and happiness? This world is mourning and for days I have seen nothing but gloom, and have heard nothing but the cries of sorrow and distress.” The Students: “We are members of the Senior class of the Beloit High school. We heard of you, and want you to tell us the future of the class.” The Prophetess: “Quite natural, for the future of youth always looks bright. Sit down, my children, and as I close my eyes and read the messages, ask what questions thou will, they shall be answered.” (The Prophetess gives the students seats, and walks to the opposite side of the stage and faces them. She closes her eyes and begins to receive the vision.) The Prophetess: “The years are passing rapidly! Five! Ten! Fifteen! Be- yond the confusion of swords, cannon, and debris of war I see a handsome soldier, who is leading an army of men. The officer is General Jay Roberts of the United States Army. Among his Command are Captain Chalmer Fuller, Captain George Walsh, and Lieutenant Vernon Pate. General Roberts is located at Fort Beloit, but is on his way to review his troops before President Floyd Volkel of the great republic of the United States. Two men now appear before me: one is Ambassador Paul Rodgers, and Foreign Minister Harley Reiter, who are just returning from the great Belgium Republic, which I see extending from the Swiss boundary to the Baltic Sea.” The Students: “Isn’t that wonderful! Germany must fall! We would like to hear about some of the girls in our class! Are thev not going to do something worth while?” Prophetess: “Much! Much! MY children! Though some of the Senior girls of this year are to take menial positions, many of them will fill offices of trust and of honor. Here I see a certain Miss I eta Brown making a marked success as a poultry rancher: and another, Miss Agnes Cavanaugh successfully managing a sheep farm. In a Conductor’s Uniform there stands Miss Lila Doyle who is running the Interurban Electric Railway cars between Beloit and Solomon Rapids. The Beloit High school is