Beloit High School - Trojan Yearbook (Beloit, KS)

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The TROJAN For plenty of exercise are Miss Miller and Mr. Isaacson who hold jointly, 29, the gym rope. Mr. Isaacson also has rope 30 to look after and that’s really a job, for it’s coaching. Lastly to change drabness to brilliance and to make the commonplace more beautiful and graceful are Latin and French, ropes 31-32, held by Miss Schmitt, and art, rope 33 held by Miss Brown. There needed to be a bit of excitement to the general routine, something to make one bubble with expectancy—thus public speaking and journalism, ropes 34-35 are held by just the right person, Miss Kirtland. One by one they let go of their own ropes. Slowly the balloon rose. It was away from the earth at last, soaring up, up into the realms of the unknown. Its passengers, the students, could look back upon those who had loosened their ropes, look back with perhaps a twinge of regret, but ’twould be only for a moment. Then they would gaze up again thrilling with an entirely new sensation, one of power, expectancy, maybe a bit of fear, and then the will, the determination to succeed. MOTHER When mother died, my only joy faded. That joy of helping her in all her work And now she’s gone, my life is just as faded As those dark shadows which in corners lurk. When mother died, our home, it seemed, had ended. And a home, they say. is what all children want But then, life seems to have a different meaning It seems to me that I should work and play A little more, but now and then still leaning On that one hope that with me always stays The thought that her sweet face I’ll see at last When this life with its work and cares is past. —Vernon Crumrine.

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Ohe TROJAN Top Row—Mr. Rees, Mr. Hinkhouse, Mr. Imes, Mr. Isaacson, Mr. Chestnut, Mr. Morrell. Second Row—Miss Carnahan, Miss Boilman, Miss Green, Miss Miller, Miss Pratt, Mr. Carmichael. Third Row—Miss Schmitt, Miss Tinkler, Miss Brown, Miss Kirtland, Miss Annan. GROUND CREW —Dorothy McClanahan Four years ago a stratosphere balloon was ready for flight. It was equipped with the necessities for the awaited venture. It was ready to go up, ever up into the regions of the stratosphere, 'the future. The balloon lay quivering at its mooring, held by ropes which ran from the I lloon through a leather rung and thence to the ground. Each rope was in the care of a special person. That person and only that person could loose the rope which he held and which had to be loosened before the balloon took flight. Rope 1 or English I-II was held by Miss Miller and Miss Schmitt. Rope 2 or English III-IV was held by Miss Brown and rope 3 or English V-VI was held by Miss Kirtland. That was the first set of ropes, firmly held and with steady hands. Rope 4 or algebra I-II was held by Miss Brown, Miss Miller, and Miss Pratt. And, although Miss Pratt is so very tiny she managed to clasp, and very efficiently too, ropes 5 and 6 or algebra III-IV and geometry. Now rope 7 or international relations was held by Mr. Carmichael, who with the help of Mr. Chestnut held rope 8 labeled American history. Ropes 9-10, commercial law and modern history, were held by one man, the one and only Mr. M. H. Isaacson, Mr. Rees, the very quiet gentleman seen often in the lower hall, held rope 11 or commercial civics. A difficult set of ropes to loosen was that of the science division. These ropes, numbers 12-13-14-15, were held by the tall, somber fellow by the name of Imes. Yes, Mr. Imes was the gentleman who controlled physics, chemistry, biology and science, while Mr. Morrell grasp rope 16 or psychology. To venture into the commercial set brings to us none other than Miss Boilman. who controlled ropes 17-18-19 or stenography, penmanship, and bookkeeping: and Miss Tinkler, who held with both hands rope 20 which was tvping l-II-III-IV. And with these two ladies come Mr. Hinkhouse who is the cause of many a young Miss’s desire to take manual training, which was rope 21, and he also commands rope 22 or mechanical drawing. Mr. Rees is also in this set. He has rope 23, vocational agriculture. One can’t forget Miss Green who holds in her power ropes 24-25-26, which when translated mean clothing, foods, and home-living; or Miss Carnahan who trills the scales as she clings to ropes 27-28, otherwise glee club and orchestra.

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 The TROJAN FRANCES COLE Poodles; It Happened in Hollywood; Rosamunde; Senior Class President ”33-’34; Junior Class Treasurer ’32-’33; G. R. ’30-’33; Student Council ’32-’33; Pep Club ’30- 31; Scholarship Team ’33; State Typing Contest ’33; Trojan Editor; Writer’s Guild ’31-'32; Ryan Review Staff ’31-’32 (Mobile. Alabama); Music Contest ’31-’33; The McMurray Chin. GERALD C. BASSFORD It Happened In Hollywood; Pickles; Senior Vice-President; Hi-Y ’33-’34; Student Council ’32-34, President of Council, ’33-’34; Scholarship Team ’32; Football ’32; The McMurray Chin; National Honor Society. EUGENE TICE Senior Secretary - Treasurer; Hi-Y ’32-’34; Pep Band ’32-’34. STRATOSPHERISTS REACH NEW HEIGHTS —Resells Bunck In 1930 we entered the gondola of a big balloon, Beloit High School, which was inflated by the high ideals of one hundred and one allwise freshmen. Not knowing what it was all about, but since custom required that a president be chosen, we elected Eloise Petterson as president of the freshman class; James Pooler, vice-president and Haldon Howse, secretary and treasurer. The freshmen triumphed over the upper classes when Garold Humes was chosen as the outstanding student of B. H. S. in vocational agriculture. “Great Caesar!” What’s that? Some classmates turned a hand to dramatics. Still sassy and boasting, we were sophomores in 1931. As officers of our balloon we chose Harold Mercer, president; Ruth McCall, vice-president; and Marie Scoggan, secretary and treasurer. Harold Mercer landed in the cast of ‘•Pickles,” the operetta. Weird sounds coming from everywhere were just the attempts of our classmates in preparation of the N. C. K. L. music contest at Concordia. Currents of events carried our balloon along. We were juniors—classy and wise in our own estimation. Believing that dignity added to prestige, we chose Claude Baker, president; Dorothy McClanahan, vice-president; and Frances Cole, secretary and treasurer. “Poodles” wasn’t a dog but the Student Council, Hi-Y, and Debate Club play in which two juniors, Rosella Bunch and Frances Cole, had roles. We really “went Hollywood” and chose as our class play, “It Happened In Hollywood.” The seniors were gracious hosts and hostesses at the reception given for us at the Rose Room in a setting symbolizing winter. We traveled around the world at the Junior-Senior banquet.