Culver High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Culver, IN)

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HV!Hlllllflllllllllllll iiiiiiii1niI1inIIin1IinIIinIIInIIinllullllllmnlnmiummmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmiliiiiiiiiiii Illllllllllllll lillllllllllllllllll iiimimiimiiimiiimiiiiviiril Class History ESB Place: In the Superintendent's office at the hladison High School. Time: Ten years hence. Someone has just knocked at the office door and the superintendent is seen going 'o the door. VVhy, Frances lwarsh, when did you come ?,' lfiss Snyder exclaimed. Oh, I just happened to pass through your town on my way to New York, so thought I would stop and see you, was Frances' reply. VVeli, I am certainly glad you did. How your school progressing? Fern asked, after they were comfortably seated in the office. Quite well, but do you know the young people of today are so much different than they were when we went to school. Some times I simply can't understand their actions. . , 'fYes I have noticed the same thing in my school work, Fern remarked. My how well I remember the good times we had when we were in High School, Frances said with a sigh. Do you remember when we were Freshmen, weall went together to the reception to avoid any tricks being played on us ? Indeed I do, and we.had an enrollment of thirty-four. Then when we were Sophomores., Bliss Reed was ou: class adviser. We had a I'lallowe'en pairy at her home, didn't we Fi' Frances questioned. That's right, we did, and entertained the Freshies. It looked just like story land that night for there were witches, fairies and ghosts and even little Bo-Peep was there. Yes, we did have great times and especially when we were Juniors. VVho was our class adviser that year? Miss Overmyer, wasn't it ? The first party we had that year was at Park Wickizer's, if I remember cor- rectly , Frances said. Yes, and I'l1 bet the man in the moon couldn't keep from laughing that night at the way we acted , Fern added. I wonder if Clifford would remember the party we had at his home, when we ran across fields, climbed fences, and bumped into a pig. ,Such a time. There was a rippling laugh rang out through the open window of the office. When we were Seniors we had splendid times too. That was a wonderful hike we had when we went to Yellow River Fern offered. Y 'lYes, it was such a wonderful moonlight night and the river Howed so quietly as we roasted our weenies and boiled our coffee on our improvised stove. F rances' eyes had a far away look as she described this picture. Yes and to end it all Roy spilt the hox of sugar just as we were ready to leave. By the way, Frances, here is a clipping from the Citizen about that party we held at Samuel Shearer's. Thirteen