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

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The Cowan Mirror last great event of the season we gave the Junior-Senior Reception at the Elks’ Home. Following the reception we enjoyed a theatre party held at the Star Theatre. At last we are seniors! We find to our delight, that having reached this stage, the teachers are beginning to realize that we are really growing up. We find that we have a great responsibility before us. We consider it quite an honor to be the largest Senior Class this school has known. Our class play, Cousins,” was a decided success. Our class officers this year are: William Ross, presi- dent; Marshall Harrold, vice-president; and Beulah Heath, secretary-treasurer. By the publication of this paper, we have expressed the aims, ambitions and ideals of the class of 1927. We greatly appreciate the help we are receiving and the faculty ad- visors, who had the co-operation of every member. We are now in a position ‘to realize the many mistakes we have made, but we feel that we will make better men and women for the experience. We can also appreciate the value of a high school education better than before. We wish to express our deep feeling and thanks to those who have helped us on this great journey through high school. —Antoinette Flcming. CLASS PROPHECY gS I was meditating over what 1 would do the following week, I suddenly de- cided to take the Air Line passenger for Paris — perhaps next Tuesday, which would be May 3, 1950. Tuesday morning I awoke with a start. The fact at once dawned on me that I was to leave for Paris at 1:00 p. m. the same day. As I boarded the plane, with my mind on the many things that I would do, I noticed a man whose hair was turning gray and with whom was a beautiful woman and a darling little girl. I was sure I had seen him before. So, after we had started, I went over to him and tried to make an acquaintance. Well, whom do you think it was? It was Walter Ball. He at present is a prominent figure on Wall Street. I was certainly surprised and pleased to meet an old friend after being separated from so many of my former associates. I asked him if he ever heard of any of the others that used to go to Cowan High School. Well,” he said, I was rather sur- prised to find out that William Ross was managing the world’s champion heavy- weight boxer.” William Ross! I ex- claimed. Yes,” he said, isn’t it odd? I always thought he would turn out to be a professor of psychology, zoology, or some- thing. But from what I hear, all at once he gave up his books to live a more ad- venturous life.” Here’s more news,” he said: Ruth Ross, who at present is the charming wife of Austin Fox, sued for divorce on the charges that he had been mistreating her.” Say, Walter,” I said, you know that famous production 'From Hawaii to Broad- way’? Do you know who directed that? Why, one of our old friends. Perry Pitser. They say it was a scream when all those girls arrived on Broadway. He had a ter- rible time to teach them not to wear their grass skirts when they were not rehearsing, and they were determined to go without shoes. I have also heard that William Shockley has taken up ministry and would be a very influential speaker if it wasn’t for his fem- inine voice.” Finally realizing that I was taking too much of his attention from his wife, I left them for awhile. For awhile it was quite a thrill to sit in a flving passenger and gaze out of the win- dow, realizing that I was so high in the air. But now that thrill had passed, so I picked up a daily paper. While gazing over it my eyes came in contact with some names that seemed familiar. Ah yes! Cowan High chums — Eugene Hiatt, Raymond Reese and Robert Turner, noted explorers, were re- turning to the United States after a trip through Africa. At last! We’ve arrived in Paris. I bid farewell to Walter, for he and his family were going to Germany. I took a taxi to one of the hotels. After arranging my lug- gage in my room and refreshing myself a bit I went down to the dining room. I sat down to some excellent food. After sat- isfying my hunger I began to take in the surroundings. Gazing across the room I

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The Cowan Mirror SCHOOL GOWAN SCHOOL! What docs it stand for in the hearts of the ones who were gone on before us, the ones who will follow after? It stands for good scholarship, good clean sportsmanship, and workmanship. The first school building was a one-room frame building. It was built in 1875 on the land now owned by Otis Huffman. At that time the boys and girls were not compelled to go to school, for education was not then free. We arc told in those days the girls wore calico dresses and sunbonnets, while the boys were clad in overalls and boots. Quite dif- ferent from the snappily dressed modern pupil! Later this building was moved across the road on the land now owned by Clay Pierce. In 1881 there was a new building erected on the lot just back of the one now oc- cupied by the Cowan telephone exchange. This was a two-story brick building. The upper story was used as a church and the lower story used for the school. At this time N. B. Driscoll was trustee. In 1897 a new building was erected on the present site. This was a two-story brick building. This was the first consolidated school in the township. The first class grad- uated from high school here in 1899. There were six members in the class. HISTORY XNTO the halls of C. H. S. we came, a noisy crowd of 32 freshmen — the largest class that had ever entered the dear old portals up to that time. Dur- our freshman year we established the name for ourselves of always sticking together and carrying through successfully everything that we attempted. The following members left our fold this year: Edna Anthony, Lena Ulrich, Paul Carmichael, Norval Wood, Alice Dragoo, Ethel McConnell, Clarice Fin- ley and Glen Nichols. We entered C. H. S. the next year as sophomores with 29 members on our class roll. The following members left our class HISTORY In 1914 this building was replaced by a new one, so as to accommodate more pupils. Then the pupils came to school in hacks drawn by horses, instead of the trucks as we have today. In 1924 there was an addition built to the old building. Everyone considers it the best improvement of all. The new addition consists of a large gymnasium, which is also used for an auditorium; three class rooms, a large assembly, and a library. We hope that each year the school will continue to improve and each year the grad- uating class will be larger than the one of the year before. The principals of the school are as follows: 1. W. E. Micheals 2. D. B. Sherry 3. G. E. Derbyshire 4. C. L. Clawson 5. C. H. Griffey 6. Ide Lamson 7. Mr. L. S. Roberts 8. C. F. Feu! 9. Mr. Killamm 10. C. C. Carson 11. T. H. Blodgett 12. T. J. Sherales 13. G. C. Powers 14. H. H. Bruncgraff 15. R. E. Warren 16. C. O. Leeka — Clarinda Harbaugh. OF CLASS this year: Charles Minnick, Carl Veach, Edna Cooper, Grace Webster, Kenneth Car- michael, Bertha McKinney and Claud Jester. Dorothy Bail entered the class this year. We naturally were more dignified and acted less like kids” during this year. Our great- est problem was Latin. But a few finally overcame this obstacle and came out vic- torious and ready for Ceasar next year. Our Junior year was more successful than the two proceeding ones. We stepped out socially” this year by giving our class play, The Fifteenth of January,” a college play, which was a decided success. This year Bernetha LaMar entered our class. As our

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The Cowan Mirror noticed a slender, rather nice-looking, auburn-haired lady. Instantly I knew her to be Antoinette Fleming. Of course I went over and asked her what she was doing in Paris. She said at present that she was the leader of a rebel society; she and the rest of her associates were tired of the present rule in Paris. I left her rather suddenly after hearing this, not caring to become involved in any revolutionary plot. I went out on the street and hailed a taxi. 1 questioned the chauffeur concerning the city, and noticed a rather dutchy ac- cent to his French and also noticed, to my astonishment, that there was a nice little French girl beside him. Well of all things!” I said. I know you! You’re Dutch West!” Sure enough it was. I told him I wanted to go to some place of interest. He took me to a select resort just on the outskirts of Paris. I entered in the main building. Ah! they had a wonderful or- chestra there. The music was wonderful. The players were all dressed in elaborate red satin suits and the leader wore a tasselled cap and extremely tight-fitting trousers, and ruffles of cream lace in his cuffs and on the bottoms of his trousers. Why, his face is familiar! Why, I do believe it’s Robert Reyn- olds! How stately and aristocratic-looking he is! I went back to the main part of the city. Going down the street I noticed a style- show taking place in a beautiful building, on which was printed, A House of Style.” I hesitated for a few moments. Strutting across the floor was a graceful middle-aged lady, her whole appearance expressing style. I found out to my utter surprise that it was Pauline Anderson, formerly of Cowan High School. Realizing that I had come to Paris on business, I could hesitate no longer so did not get to speak to Pauline. I attended to business and took the next flyer back to the good old U. S. A. Later on I arrived in New York, trying to find a man to take care of my business for a few days. I had to go to a rooming house. I was met at the door by a rather tired-looking matron, whom I discovered later to be Clarinda Harbaugh. I left my business in the hands of a capa- ble man and came back to Indiana to visit my parents. After arriving home, of course 1 inquired about my former friends. I was told that Frank Kerns now lived about a half-mile east of Pumpkin Town. One evening I went to see him. He was residing in a house way back off of the road among several trees. It was after dark when I got there. I rapped on the door and a fair-haired lady came to let me in. I asked for Frank and she showed me into the next room. Sitting there in a small cozy room, illuminated by the firelight alone, sat Frank with two children on his knees and smoking his pipe. Across from him sat a pretty girl about the age of 18 who must have been his daughter. It was a perfect picture of peace. By conversing with him I found out that his wife used to be Bernetha Lamar. I spent a very pleasant evening. I asked him about my other friends. He told me that Dorothy Ball and Marshall Harrold had been married a long time and were living in Sulphur Springs. He said that Beulah Heath and Cleo Nichols had gone to Hollywood and made good in the movies, and also had been married and divorced several times. At a late hour I took my leave and made ready to go to New York next day. As I was going back on the train I noticed a young man had a remarkably familiar face. I turned to look at his mother who sat beside him, whose face also seemed fa- miliar. Why who is that? Why, it’s Ruth Long! I went over to speak to her. She introduced the young man, Ellsworth K. Jr. She was going to Detroit where Ellsworth Sr. was working. I left and went to my seat, picking up a paper. I noticed an account of a strict lady judge of Indianapolis who sentenced people to the electric chair as easily as some people can eat. The judge was Lena Van Fleet. The article was written by Reba Reynolds who is now in the newspaper business. I arrived in New York the next evening and was glad that I had met so many of my old friends. . 7 thank you, ROGER REAM