Cowan High School - Sachem Iris Yearbook (Muncie, IN)

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CLASS OF '17 Seated one day at the window, My mind wandered over the past And I thought of my school days at Cowan And the thoughts came thick and fast. l thought of thc years that were over, The many glad times that we had, When we were all happy together And the thought of it made my heart glad. Then t 'thought how we entered the High School, Green Freshies then was our name. But we battled along through our studies And, at last, for our class, won much fame. Next year we entered as Sophomores, XVith minds ever willing to work, I With hearts full of hope and forbearance, And hands that never would shirk. VVe soon changed our name to Juniors And a right jolly bunch we were, too, Our work ,began to get heavier And we always found something to do. At last we became known as Seniors Had finished the race we had run, Since we had entered the High Sschool? No! the race had only begun! The time had then come for separation When each one must choose his own way, And confquer the giants before him Make each day outshine the old day We left the ol-d building with heartaehes, Twelve short years we'd spent under its roof, And there gained the knowledge awaiting us Of which each one has now so much proof. Such thoughts are now fresh in our memory, But we must continue the fight And prove to the people around us These words, whate'er is, is right. ' Madge Priddy. SEN IGR CLASS SONG tTo Tune of Perfect Day.J Well, this is the end of our Senior year And the end of our High School too, And the thought brings forth the unbidden tear Though our hearts beat with gladdness, too For we've longed for this day, for our great Class Day And have worked for it 'brave and true. Now has come the parting of our ways Yet it comes with a meaning new. Well, this is the end and the commence- ment too The world looks so bright and so fine, And we long to find out if it's staunch and true And to go forth and step into line For our Alm-a Matre so tender and true Will send us forth in our turn And God will guide us the long way through To Heaven and His Great White Throne. Harold Vice.

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SENIGR PROPI-IECY The night was wild and dark and drearyg It rained and the wind was never weary, I seated myself in the cozy room By the fireside bright with its cheery bloom It seems that the Fates must have touched my 'brow For in no other Way can I 'account for it now Those figures that into my vision flew And left their impressions, whether false or true Twenty years had flowng '27 the date. And the chumls of my High School both mod- est and great Came flocking around meg each having his say. In fact I'll admit 'twas a wonderful day, First came Doctor Flem the dear old boy He had studied hard and now M. D. Was attached to his name, I was glad to see. Then the dear little Skinny of High School fame Had won for herself a glorious name. She had really Written a wonderful 'book And we knew it was fine from her very look And Pijeiach that very genital young man Had played and sang as only he can, And now a prosperous merchant he With a home and love as happy as can be. And tide and Ed just two of a kind And both had developed a wonderful mimi For two brothers, and strange 'tis to say They were twins too, and now all are happy and gray. And then came a sweetdfaced woman of grace Dear Hobbit had found in the world a fine place She had followed Miss Michael in Cowan High School And had English land History and taught them by rule. Then came a tall fellow with a serious f-ace And it seemed I could find him no single place But, at last, through the clerical look I es-pied Our Githbie the joy of our hearts and our pride. R But who's this that now comes into the light? It's dear little Mon and a very fair sight She is, to be sure, a great movie star! To see whom, people come from near and from far, And almost unchanged two sweet matrons came They were Hazy'i and Drey',' and no one could blame Them for being so happy with such fine looking men. 'I' hey Then They They Each But, Why They A nd A nd A nd told me their names-'but they're both g-one again I turned my head to see two happy frat men. I were Bobby and Jing.', They saw me and then- told of the luck they had had galore. still owned a Ford and wished ifor no more. who are 'these ladies that come into view Priddy and Pet. Indeed it is true. told me theyfd turned to the political field found there great glory and much power to wield. just as the beautiful matrons left, I was feeling old and bereft In came a lovely wom-an, with hair of gold Our Democrat dear, as sweet as of old. I-Ier story of m.atrimony's bliss was soon told. She Oh fled from the room and alone I was left. dear! How the wind blows so wil-d and so dreary. It rains and the storm seems never to weary. But I rouse me up by my 'bright fireside- And gone rare the visions! To reciall 'Chem I've tried.

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT E, the undersigned members of the class of 1917 of Cowan High School, being in our right minds and at peace with the world and very much pleased with our good conduct during our career as students of Cowan High School, do hereby bestow upon those whom we deem worthy of the honor, the following gifts, towit: First-As individual members of the class we give to each and everyone of the fac- ulty our deep thanks for the great in-' terest they have taken in our behalt and for the encouragement and gen-- erous aid given to us in our work. Second: To the Junior class we be- stow our place as Seniors, our dignity, our, Pep, Punch and Personality, our exceedingly high grades and our good behavior. Also, we hope that they will be able to have as much class spirit as we have had, when Seniors. Third: To the Freshman class, we bestow our infinite wisdom and hope that they will pass their remaining years at school and uphold Cowan High School. Fourth: To the Sophomores we leave our art of persuasion and our sociability. I, Mary Hayes, who have primped so much leave the mirror and comb for Edith Harold and hope she will use them to an advantage. I, Gilbert Tuttle, leave 111y musical talent and my beautiful complexion to Paul Barnhart, knowing that he will appreciate them. I, Audrey Rhoton, since my giggle is too precious to leave, bestow my next valuable possession, my cute little dimples to Crevia Spangler. I, Raymon Turner, having spent 111any ha1'd years of my life in study- ing desire to give to Freshman class the benefit of my experience. There- fore I bequeath to said parties the 598 pages of manuscript said volume en- titled How I Worked My Teachers. I, Noailes Hayes leave llly enthusi- asm over basket ball to little Helen Johnson, knowing that to be able to jump high makes a person tall. I, Edith Dragoo, leave my 98's and 99's and my love of study to Claud An- derson and my pleasant smile Ikeep for myself knowing I can't find an- other. I, Ruby Hays, leave my dreamy eyes and my golden curls to whoever needs them most. Also my punctual- ity. I, Harry Fleming, leave my beauti- ful tenor voice and my wonderful ability to orate to Cecil Fewell. I, Madge Priddy, decide to leave my reserved and winning ways to Madge Rinker. I, Lamon West, leave my cute little surveyors and my dear little boyish ways to my sister Laoma and hope she will become a mathematician like my- self. I, Harry Johnson, have decided to go into politics but hereby name Merril West heir to my sunny smile and good nature. I, Roberta Fleming do gladly give up all of my love letters to Mr. Eilar to use as models. CBetter late than never.D I, Harold Vice, gladly give to VVm. Hale four inches of my height hoping Little Bill will be able to see every- thing that happens in the assembly be- cause of the added inches. I, Edna Dragoo, leave my collection of jokes and my hearty laugh to Rob- ert McShirley as he is troubled with the blues. In conclusion, we, the Senior Class of 1917, do appoint as administrators and executors of this will the Junior Class knowing that they are a little superior to their under class men. To this, our last will and testament, we do, this lst day of March, in the year of our Lord, 1917, set our hands and seal. Carrie Reese.