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

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Class Prophecy We being two members of the class of 1924, do solemnly swear that this class shall and will make a mark in the history to come of the city of Berne, and of the world. The strongest evidence is brought forth by the undaunted members of the class in their trials and temptations. May this be a pleasant surprise to all doubters. Signed, Eloyd Lehman Agnes Sprunger. Few of the most noted future happenings are: Harold Long is writing up sports for the Long Daily. Elva Baumgartner is head lady in one of Broadway’s beauty parlors. Walter Nagel is running a taxi cab in the modernized city of Berne. Dale Eley shall be hired as athletic coach in the new high school of Berne. Tillman Habegger continually giving public speaking lessons from his training re¬ ceived in the commercial class of his school years. Melvin Lehman has consented to the nomination as boss of a group of school boys’ bad days. Newell Rice is running a private restaurant on Main street. Arvilla Lehman has acquired the title of school inarm of District No. 8. Foresit Brickley has not followed the line of work suggested in his last name, but rather that of his first name. Magdalena Hirschy is the housekeeper of a prosperous farmer. Frances Burkhalter is a professioral actress as an orphan in Paramount pictures. The remainder are so scattered over the face of old Mother Earth that we were not able to follow up their movements. [ 21 ]

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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.

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Class Will We, the class of 1924 of Berne High School, in the county of Adams, in the State of Indiana, and in the United States of America, being of insane mind and unsound judg¬ ments, do hereby declare this our last will in the testament, revoking all others hereto¬ fore made. ARTICLE I. To the Junior class, we reluctantly bequeath our reputation of being the most “ideal class”; in accordance with this one agreement, that they will cheerfully meet the hard¬ ships and trials which we, the Seniors, have met. To the Sophomore class, we hereby as one joint body, do will and bequeath all our superfluous knowledge; in the hope that it will be gratefully accepted and divided ac¬ cording to the individual needs of the class. To the Freshmen, we bestow the right to take full possession of the Mathematics room, with the beginning of the next year; under the condition that they will behave ac¬ cordingly. ARTICLE II. I, Walter Nagel, hereby bequeath to Enos Zuercher my great oratorical ability, to be used in the next political campaign. I, Dale Eley, do give and bequeath to future teams of B. H. S. my athletic ability. Forest Brickley: Unto Sambo Liechty I do bequeath my ability to use diplomacy with teachers. Arvilla Lehman: I bequeath to all Freshmen my sobriety and good behavior. I, Melvin Lehman, bequeath to Marvin Lehman, my abnormal ability to run. Lloyd Lehman: L nto Miss McDorman I do bequeath my speed on the typewriter. Kenneth Snyder: I bequeath to all students my habit of being at school every day, with bell-bottoms. Newell Rice: 1 bequeath to future Seniors my ability to recite perfectly in American Literature. Tillman Habegger: I bequeath unto Roscoe Bockman, my shortness in longitude, in great quantities. Harold Long: I bequeath unto all baseball players my love of the great national pastime. I. Elva Baumgartner, do bequeath unto all who will use it, my ability to whisper out loud in a hurry with great deliberation. I, Edna v. d. Smissen, bequeath to the fair sheiks, my Mary Pickford curls. Mildred Sprunger: 1 bequeath unto Freshmen the dignity of Seniors in gallonum through the hall. Agnes Sprunger: I bequeath unto the glee club my ability to throat a wicked so¬ prano. The foregoing was signed by the said Senior class, as their last will and testament, in our presence and at their request, and in the presence of each other, we now subscribe our names as witnesses, this eighteenth day of April, 1924. Ralph Amstutz, Milford Balsiger.