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

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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.

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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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4 MAPLE LEAVES. As old maids they will live and prosper, Live and love their maidish life. But when yet quite young and giddish, They will catch two willing suckers, Catch two old and love-worn bachelors, Of the grass and widow type. But they will love their married life, And how sad ’twill be to leave us, Leave us when they are called above, Then will the old men whisper, Whisper in their sad bewailing, Carrie-Minnie! Carrie-Minnie! Now, O smoke, pray rise and tell us, Teach us of our Coryn’s prospect, Teach us of his future interests, What a praise he’ll win for classmates, He’ll become our billionaire, Man of money and affair; He will have his beads and ponies, Have them of all shapes and sizes; But of all the things he’ll own. Our old friendship will be greatest. And when at last he will wander from us. When he will leave us all forever, In the ringing of the church bells, We will hear his name resounding, Cor-yn! Cor yn! ‘Tis of Mamye we’ll now speak of, Mayme, the one whom all adore, Of her future we will tell little, For little’s all we know. This is that she will be a lady, Simply that and nothing more. And when the sun rises o’er the hill tops, Rises at the early morn. We will hear the golden robin, Hear the morning oriole, Chirping ’mong the trees and blossoms, Singing to her nearest mate, Whisper, softly whisper, Mayme! Mayme! Now, again, I ask attention, While I tell you of another, Tis of Lloyd I’ll speak and mention, Speak and tell you of his future, He will be our greatest member, One far greater than all others, Take heed, lest he thine ear abuse, In praising stereoscopic views, An M. D. will be his profession, An M. D. or a Medicine Doctor, But better still he’ll serve his country, Better far than as a doctor, For he will be the originator, Establisher or maker, Of a new sort of asylum, For waifs of the canine tribe. Here the dogs and cats and others. He will nurse and feed and care for, And. at last, when they are cured, When from ailments they are recovered, He will start them in the world aright, Start them Christianized and bettered. This will be his noble life work, And we’ll hear the cats at midnight, Quarreling, scratching, near the wigwams, Hissing, say to one another, Moy-moy-oid! Scroid! ’Tis now Fern that calls attention, And of her we will say a word, This is that a business woman, Or a twentieth century man she'll be; Make the money, do the voting, And receive a public office, And perhaps a President be. And when witches through the heavens Through the air and sky and ether, Drive and guide their broom stick horses, We will hear them whispering wildly, Whispering to their tire-worn steeds, “Sail, oh sail!’’ for thou are nearing, Coming closer to the Fern land, Closer to the land of Women. Now all’s finished, save but one, One whom even I can not tell, All the sages of our nations Can not tell one single jot. So we will leave it thus unfinished, Time alone will make it known, Though these be the circumstances, Yet he’ll love his dear old classmates, And when at last he’s passed away, ’Tis, perhaps, that some might mention, Some might think of times gone by. Oh, 1903, may there be, A long and prosperous life for thee. No cowardly deed disgrace thy name, Thou art a child well known to fame. Thy virtue none surpass! No class in High School is thy peer, Thy praise to us is very dear. And long years hence, though scattered wide. Our memories will recall with pride. Thy name, our noble class.