Berne French Township High School - Our Yesterdays Yearbook (Berne, IN)

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The Sophomore Class OFFICERS President—Louise 11 illy Yice-President—Velma Schindler Secretary-Treasurer—1 lelen Burdg Motto B sharp. B natural, but never B flat. Class Colors Maroon and (Sold Class Flowers ( !d and Crimson 'Tulips Bessie Amstutz Agnes Franz Helen Gilliom Anna Luginbil Emma Schug Class Roll Velma Schindler Louise IIilly Edna Met tier Helen Burdg Agnes (iilliom Ernest Hiestand I rme Schneck Katherine Schug (iertrude Sprunger Martin Zueroller W’ildas Hawley Class History The class of '21 started in the Berne high sch d as Presides, nineteen stn ng. on September 10. 1917. They were determined to become “somebody” in the world and to become famous. Two weeks after school started. Etna Sprunger joined our class and three of our members. Ida Ileuselman. Arthur Bohren and W alter Harris, dropped out. making our total at the end of the school year, seventeen. 'There were three parties held. The girls took a hike to the river, and had a marshmallow roast here. The class was invited for a sleighing to the home of two classmates. Helen and Agnes (iilliom, where everyone had a good time. The last party was held at the home of (iertrude Sprunger, everyone enjoying themselves here. On September ninth, nineteen hundred eighteen, the class of '21 again entered the portals of the Berne high school, only sixteen strong. Although small, we were determined to become the best class in the school. At this time we lost two members. Erna Sprunger and Maurice Hoover, but at the same time we gained two new ones. Viola Farlow and Velma Schindler. After the first flu scare one new member was added, Edna Mettler. Shortly after, however, two members. Ralph Ode and Viola Farlow. dropped out. leaving our total at sixteen. Two parties were held during this year. One at the home of Helen Burdg and a “Hard 'Time” party at the home of (iertrude Sprunger. A. L. '21. 19

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CLASS POEM How well do we remember One year ago last fall, W hen eighteen, gay. GREEN Freshmen Answered Education's call. She led us with steps unwielding Straight to the high school door To work, struggle and labor As the good old students of yore. We spent our nights at study; That our sari faces would tell. Though most of us kept striving. Yet some by the wayside fell. This class contains much genius W hich is excelling all. They're artists, readers, and musicians And some star in basketball. In two years well be Seniors: Our high school career won. Then they'll crown us with honors. The class of 21. —G. S. SWEET SUMMER DAYS Some days are long, some days are sweet. But summer days can ne’er be beat: Rejoice! for sweat drops big as plums Are brought to us when summer ccmes. Sometimes we have to work, of course. Just as a donkey, mule, or horse: But we can always run our best When bumble-bees are stirred from rest. How good it feels when work is done. To rest and gaze the setting sun: Each night we will have better rest. Knowing that we have done our best. It’s sure a sight to see the snow Of blooming trees fly to and fro: Xo winter scene can match this sight. That is. at least, if I am right. What fun it is to wade the pool. If you would not. you'd be a fool: Or fish the brook with hook or net. For great big fellows, oh! you bet. 21