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

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AGNES B1ERY And her modest answer and graceful air, Show her wise and good as she is fair. Arena —(Bee Club IV; Class Play 1 V. WALTER NAGEL Be not simply good, Be good for something. Alpha— Alpha Sergeant II; Treasurer III; Glee Club IV; Class Play IV; “Our Yes¬ terdays ’ ’ IV. GLADYS NEUENSCHWANDER Silence that wins where eloquence is vain. Alpha— Class Play IV; Annual Staff IV. ELOYD LEHMAN What 1 must do is all that concerns me, Not what people think. Alpha —Glee Club IV; “Our Yesterdays”. MARY IIIRSCHY Gentle words, quiet words are, After all, the most powerful words. Arena. I [ 19 ]

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ARVILLA LEHMAN These who bring sunshine to the lives of others. Cannot her ) it from themselves. Abena- —Class President IV; Glee Club III, IV; Budget Staff; Forest Acres ITT. NEWELL BICE I Imre mg share of common sense, But no imagination; never make the least pretense To shine in conversation. Aken v—Basket-Ball IV; Baseball IV; Class Play III, IV 7 ; Track III, IV; Or¬ chestra II, ITT; Honors IV; Budget Staff Til. MAGDALENA HIRSCHY A quip, a jest, a merry word; It seems as though no depths were stirred. But far beneath the sparkling sheen, A spirit lives in power serene. Alpha —Class Vice-President IV. DALE ELEY Some folks talk and then stop, But I talk on forever. Alpha —Budget Staff III; Class Play III, JV; Orchestra III, TV; Aloha Pres. IV; Track III, IV 7 ; Baseball I, II, IV; Basket- Ball I, II, I IT, IV; Alpha Vice-Pres. IV. EMMA TUCKER Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low; An excellent thing in woman. Alpha —Class Play IV. [ 18 ]

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The Diary of a Graduate EXTRACTS—FIRST YEAR Sept.—I started high school today and am going to keep a diary and write down what happens. Thirty-six in onr class. Sept.—Surely was scared today. People were telling ns about how mean they would he to ns, but they weren’t mean and just gave us something to eat but they laughed at us a little. I wish I was a Senior but initiations (I had to use the dictionary for that) aren ' t half bad. Dec.—I wish the Sophomores wouldn’t always make fun of us. May—One of the Sophomores says we must get the green all rubbed off. Oh! I wish I were big like a Senior. SECOND YEAR Sept.—We kinda got started in school today again and say—we sure got some bunch of Presides. They do look green. I bet they’ll be a great joke this year. It’s kinda fun to watch them when they smile at each other and then get red in the face when they see you. Dec.—Say, those teachers do think they are smart. They just won’t let you have no fun. Why yesterday I was cutting up with one of the girls in class and the teacher bawled me out before the whole crowd. Mad? Well I guess I was. April—Some of those Seniors think they are just about all i-t. They try to boss us around all day, but I guess we are as good as they are, and know just about as much too. THIRD YEAR Sept.—I started school again today. It looks as though we are going to have plenty work this year, and most of it is hard too. Jan.—The work is getting harder and harder. The teachers say we must make up lost time, but it looks as though we must find time that never was made up. The Budget is also requiring its share of our effort. May—We had a grand time tonight. We gave our reception to the Seniors. We had such good eats and fun too. I guess the Seniors are going to leave us now, so we’ll be the Only Ones” next year. There will be nobody to lord it over us. May—The Seniors are gone now. Cashed in their checks tonight. Hurrah! We’re it now. This was written in a great hurry because I was out rather late. FOURTH YEAR Sept.—School commenced a week ago. I have been very busy and so I did not write in my diary for over a week. Last Friday we initiated the Freshmen. I wonder if I ever was like one of them. They seemed scared and timid, but I guess they will recover. May—We are having the time of our lives. Fun from morning to night, but we have our hard work too. It hardly seems possible that high school days will soon be things of a picturesque past. May—The fatal night has reached us. Good night, high school. It has not been as great a thing to be a Senior as I always thought it would be. There is so much lying beyond. Our eyes have been opened to the greatness of life, our existence has been widened. Is not that enough reward for four years’ work? This entry will close my diary and T respectfully dedicate it to the memory of my c’assmates. [ 20 ] Melvin Lehman.