Central High School - EN EM Yearbook (North Manchester, IN)

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2 MAPLE LEAVES. we formed a real organization. George Clark was elected president, Mayme Swank vice president, and Jeanette Shively, secretary. We chose old gold and royal purple for class colors and adopted a yell with which to give vent to our feelings. The class has always maintained its honors in athletics. W e captured three of the medals offered on field day of last May. Lloyd Finton by his “Hiawatha” leaps made a worthy record and won the gold medal. Good authority predicted that some day he would be the champion sprinter of the world. What a wonder Albert John was with his broad shoulders, mighty arms, and big feet! How he did wrestle! He far outranked Kwasind of Longfellow’s legend. ur senior year has been marked by our interest in and diligent application to our work, even when the teachers have burdened us with long lessons. But all wt»fk imd B« Iiiy makes Jack. r— boy,” and so we have found recreation in bob parties. One ride took us to a spelling school at “Hen -Peck. ” The ciphering match would not have been half so interesting without our presence, fact which ought to indicate the record which we made. Another trip to Carrie Patterson’s is an event to be remembered. Mayme and Minnie thought they would rather walk than ride. They changed their minds after they had walked a mile or two and nearly lost themselves in a snow drift. Carrie's hospitality proved that she was worthy of membership in this distinguished class. In fact the surprise prepared for the boys gave evidence of great cleverness on the part of the girls. Was” ’«v it funny? Albert thought so. Did yoi ever see those golden lexers on the stand pipe? They transform -t ufnonored land mark into amonumerA to the class. No one knows much about them, though A. F. and Lloyd chuckle when you mentis a them. The Juniors can tell the whole -a Noted during our school course for our good behavior, our earnest endeavor, our agreeable social qualities and possessing a marked individuality among our members, what may we not expect the Fate’s to grant us? Surely no prophecy from the lips of our seer can be too extravagant in foretelling our greatness. Albert, reading Vergil,—“He broke his brain.” ATHLETICS. The H. S. Basket Ball team enjoyed a very successful season. Xlie on ly two match games were won by a wide margin. The Base Ball club is one of the interesting organizations of the school, and has already won two of the three games played. GRINDS. Miss B.— “How would you express 'I want to be good’ in Latin?” Bright Freshman,—“Cupi esse bonus.” Miss B.—“If I would say it, what gender would ‘bonus' be?” Bright Freshman,—“Neuter.” I Miss L., in English.—“What is the name of a I metre that runs with two feet?” — ■■■mit boy m back part of room,— Biped,”, Prof. H., getting ilt very in Cicero.—“When 1 gold isas plentiful as the violets in the woodland.” Miss B.,—“What case is vasia?” Inattentive Student, “Vas is?” CLASS PROPHECY. A. F. HUNT. Some may wonder, some may ask you, Ask you why I’m here today, And to these I only answer. Answer “MF»y w r they?” i3iis for futures of my dmymirtfe. , Futures sometimes wild and sad, That I'm with you, With you in this spirit land. Heed, my children! what I tell you, Tell you on this earth so fair. Of our struggles, life’s encounters, Struggles met most everywhere. In this smoke ascending upward, Upward to the light blue sky, Lies the future of a classmate. Paul! a classmate of our lives. A Poet is his life’s ambition, Ambition nursed from birth, I say, 'Twill not be for naught he’s tried it, Tried it, tried, yes, today. For at last he’s sure to triumph. Triumph in this land of our’s; Win success and fame hereafter. Fame ’twill reach from land to land.

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A.ci Summum. Maple Leaves By Class of ’03. NORTH MANCHESTER. THE CLASS OF NAUGH- THREE. CORYN ». WRIGHT. It is a gicuiouii honor that I have the pleasure of introducing to you this distinguished class of “Naughty Three,” and I am not dreaming when I say distinguished, as any of our former teachers will testify. Or if you still doubt, our program this evening will surely convince you of our ability. In looking back on the early history of our class I am canglit by the thought how quickly our childhood days have fled! Notwithstanding their fleetness the mist of twelve years has dimmed many a picture that memory would .wish -q recall. The mst bcfcnive . scatter as I j« i.eh a glimpse ol .de children—barefooted laddies in knee breeches and lassies in sunbonnets and checked pinafores. At this stage, our history is that common to all children work and play, boasts of what we would do when we were big and quarrels settled before the teacher’s tribunal. It is not until eight years have passed that I behold a vivid picture. Then I see thirty pupils proud ofnaving completed the common branches. To give you the complete history of our present membership, would require fourteen volumes and might prove a tedious pleasure, tonight. However I would have you note the foreigners Asher Raymond Cottrell who was born near Lafayette, and A. F. Hunt, who in his autobiography writes, “I am sure that the fine city of Rock Island, Illinois was overglad to have been the place of my birth which INDIANA, JUNE, 1903. occurred December 1, lssti ' But at an earl} age, A. F., ak many a “sucker” has done, sought the advantage of an education in North LlanciiesLcr. The rest »f i.- were born in this little city or its suburbs not earlier than the civil nor later than the Spanish Nmerican war. Paul Werner, the class poet, was bom blind. An operation performed on his eyes when he waft three months old pjoved partially successful, but during his earl}- school days he was compelled to study by means of a chart. However upon one occasion Paul’s eyesight proved remarkable when he read a composition written with invisible ink upon a blank page. The teacher made only one correction, bui for the life of him, could not find it. The year eigu teen hundred and ninety- line saw thirty full fledged ragmen eager to larheh upon the high school course. “Thtey-' p a cert set of youngsters,” Aunt Samantha migqq have said. And that first day! do you remember, dqass mates? It was a trying ordeal to pass to the recitv -on room and be gazed upon by the dignified seniors, td'oe stared at by the wise juniors, and to be guyed ” by the cute “sophies” just as if they had never been ireshmen. Our spirits ran high for a short time until we were about to organize, Then our hopes were dampened by one of Superintendent Hippen-steel's “common sense” talks in which he said that class yells were nonsense and colors were dan gerous. Fie! We did not believe that but we were not in a position to demonstrate our proposition. As Sophomores we numbered twenty. 1 his year

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MAPLE LEAVES. 3 And when life’s departed from him, Departed to a better world, Rippling waters, dancing waters, Of his praises they will sing. Paul, the Poet! Paul, the Poet! May I tell you, show you, teach you, Of the one I see here now? Owen’s future lies here open, Open to the world around; But, perchance, if some might mention, Say to you that he is slow, In response, I’ll only answer, Answer, slow, but sure to go. Brightest mind of all our class, Brighter far than fast. He will calculate, we say, Calculate, learn or know, How much Mary’s lamb did grow, When the lamb did follow her to school, Follow, when ’twas against the rule. But the smoke here answers, tells us, Says he’ll lead a farmer’s life, Farmer for the great Pearl Father, Maker of you all. my children. And the whispering, murmuring pine trees. In their songs of praise will sing, Farmer Owen! Owen! Owen! Now the future of another, One to be both bright and fair Rises; comes to tell you, For the work that she’ll prepare. She will be a female dentist, Extractor of teeth, you know. Pulling, twisting, filling, making. For the jaws of you who are here. And when Edna’s work is done, Completed, finished, naught for fun, We will hear the West wind Walking lightly o’er the prairie, Whispering to the leaves and blossoms Edna! Edna! Now another of our number Comes to see for what he’s destined. Destined ere to rise or fall in this flood surrounding all. Raymond, we perceive to be. One of many, sad and free; To be speaker is his lot, A speaker, teacher or preacher. Spreader of God’s word divine. Is the life work of his time. At last, when he’s stolen from us, Stolen from us in the mist, We will hear the angels whisper, Whisper, ’tis our Raymond! Raymond! And the smoke that you here see, Tells it, makes it known to me, Lulu’s future, what she’ll be. All life’s work will not be pleasure, But she’ll strive and overcome, As a teacher she will triumph. Win money, praise and glory. And when Lulu’s time is past, We will hear the owl at midnight. Hooting, hooting, in the forest, Lu-lu! Lu-lu! Now we beg to ask of Albert, What this one so strong will be, And in response receive this answer, This reply that comes to me. When a youth he’ll go far westward. Go to where there is always summer, Always pleasure, joy and mirth, ’Twill be there he’ll make his fortune, Win his many belts of wampum. And when life draws near a close, Back he’ll come for sweet repose, And we will hear the little fire-fly, Flitting through the dusk of evening, With the twinkle of its candle. Lighting up the breaks and bushes, Whisper, Albert! Albert! Again we ask the smoke to tell us, Ask this smoke so lazily curling. Of the fortune of our Gracie, Grace, the Right Arm, or hard hitter, And ’tis said she’ll be a singer, One far sweeter than all robins, Sweeter far than lark or bobbin. She will sing of all the wide world, Sing of things she’s seen and heard of, Sing for us, her loving classmates, And when at last we have no Gracie, When from us her life will go. We will hear the breezes whisper, Whisper to us, soft and low, Grace, the singer! Singer! Singer! Listen now of these I’ll tell you, Of the ones whom we all know, Know and call the twins or equals, Inseparable pair, who always go, Go and come together ever, ’Twill thus be through all their lives.