Decatur High School - Ravelings Yearbook (Decatur, IN)

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C RAVELINGS Svvninr iglilg On the 7th of March the Seniors gave their play The Colonel's Maid. The old B-osse opera house was packed full, and .io one regretted go-ing for the play proved to be a good one. After all expenses were paid the Seniors had a neat little bank account of 311562. The cast was as follows: Col. Rudd-Bob. Colter. Col. Byrd-Do-rtha Shady. Margaret Byrd-Eva Aughenbaugh. Bob Rudd-Roy Kalver. Ching-a-ling-Bill Linn. Mrs. Carrol-Vera Eady. Julia Carrol-Ida Gunsett. Ned Graydon-Roy Goldner. Lawyer Baskom-Hubert Gilpen. Each one in the cast took his part almost like a pro-fessional. lirugram fur Qlnmmvnrvmvnt A muah Junior Reception-Friday Evening, May 11, at Masonic Hall. Baccalaureate Services-Sunday Even- ing, May 13, at First Methodist Church, Sermon by Rev. Paul Marsh. Colmlmeincement-Friday Evening, May 18, at Eight O'clock. Address by Supt. W. E. Wenner of Ashtabula Harbor. Senior Reception-Friday Evening. May 18, following Commencement at Masonic Hall. O . 0112155 Night The Seniors held their Class Day Exer- cises, Friday, May 4, at the central school building. This kind of program is popular in many other schools but is a thing out of the ordinary in Decatur high school. The program was as follows: Piano Duet-Doris DeVoss and Mary Fuhrman. Salutatory-Ida Gunsett. History-Eva Aughenbaugh. Vocal Trio-Rowena Shoaf, Florence Han- ey and Bill Linn. Class Poem--Written by Roy Kalver, read by Gertrude Kienzle. Class Song-Written by Thelma Houk and Florence Haney. Class Propliecy-Written by Bob Colter, read by Roy Kalver. Class Will-Writteii by Hubert Gilpin, read by Roy Kalver. Victrola Music. Playlet- Not a Man in the House. Valedictory-Sophia Droll. Unveiling of Statue-lreta Miller. O Glnmmvnrvmvnt Iirngram March, Militaire ' tSchubertJ-Orches- tra. America. Invocation-Rev. Fred F. Thornburg. Lovely June tArditeJ-High School Chorus. Commencement Address - Superintend- ent W. E. Wenner. Humore.ske tDvorak-LampeJ-Orches- tra. The Montebank's Sang, tXVatsonJ- High School Chorus. Presentation of Graduating Class-Priir cipal J. D. Sarig. Presentation of Diplomas-Superintend- tendent M. F1 Xvorthman. Minuet in G. tBeethovenJ-Orchestra. Benediction-Rev. VV. S. Mills. 17

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RAVELINGS Gibran 13112111 Thou class so true, of staid fidelity, Thou product of four years of useful work, Off spirit steadfast, looking to eternity, The duties of thy school life ne'er did shirk. What paths of life now loom ahead of thee, Beset with disappointments and despair, And also full of joy if it grasped? To reach success is now our greatest care, We build air castles with a fancy free, As swelling hopes within us are unclasped. Past joys were sweet, they can ne'er be fore gOt! But those to- come will each give their own thrill, When bound to whate'er duty is our lo-t, And in obedience to our F'ather's will, A knowledge of a work that's nobly done ls pay enough for sincere happiness. The class of seventeen has reached its go-al, By faithful work, these joys are rightiy won. This class, with a bright future, as a whole, Will try by work, its high worth to express. O, happy, happy days, that never will return Will doubtless in our mem'ry e'er' remain alive The heart in future years will surely yearn, For friends to come who never will arrive. We step out from the harbor to the deepg The waves are very rough and dashing high, The shelter of the bay is fading fast. Out of our hearts we'll build a dungeon keep To hold and love these mem'ries to the last, And cherish them when we have said good-bye. When we have left the halls of me1n'ries dear, To go forth, for some service in the World, May always then our colors, brave, appear, May they or their meaning never be furled, But fix in us the impulse to do right. The gold that highest worth doth signify, The white that holds the purity of dew, These colors are the blend of sunset light. Our trust sho-uld then reach out to Him most high, When in this life our stay fore'er is through. ROY L. KALVER, '17.

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RAVELINGS A iii 1 5 X X !Qf E, K fox X Q W' f ' 4 --- 'Se' X X , R ' 1, f I f fy 'iz N W, X f f 'X' Wig .1 if X 7-r----gr ,urpf--'V '7 N l.l'rl:R RY .f 51112 151111 that Efliailril WQhat in the world could be wrong with those telephones again? That is what Sidney Gray pondered over shortly after a messenger from the superintendent had come and told him that all the telephones in the store rooms were out of commission. Sidney Gray was a young man of nine- teen, well proportioned. He was a typical young man, such as can always be found in a factory city. For three years he had been employed to take care of and repair the telephones in the different departments of the Argo Ammunition Corporation. He was well adapted to this kind of work and was well liked by all the workmen. Sid thought that this must surely be one of his off days for he had been working all day repairing the 'phones in the ware- house. He had found that several phones had been tampered with, as the batteries had been removed and the wiring changed, but he had gotten them fixed and thought no more of the matter. But here it was very close to quitting time and the telephones in the store houses were again out of or- der. He gathered up his tools and went quickly and thoughtfully to find thetrouble. He was just nearing the place when the whistle sounded the closing hour and the guards were being stationed. As he near- ed the store houses, where enough ammu- nition was stored to blow up the entire United States navy, he saw one of the many foreign employes- in a telephone booth in a secluded part of the- room, tak- ing the telephone apart. He crept behind some packing cases and watched the man through the glass doorj - He was a short man, having a small, black mustache, and piercing dark eyes, which show like live coals from under his overhanging eyebrows. At the slightest noise he would wield about with surprising agility and peer cau- tiously out of the glass door. But seeing no cause to arouse his suspicions he would resume his work. He took the batteries from the 'phone and in their stead he put three large pieces of dynamite which he produced from under his coat. He also rearranged the wiring, put the lid back on the box and turning about made another search for the guards who might be about, opened the door and went toward another booth to perform the same operation. All this happened within an instant. In the twinkle of an eye Sid knew the man's plan. He was a foreign spy who was conceal- ing explosives in the telephone boxes of the warehouse and connecting the wires in such a way that when a high voltage of electricity was sent over the wires it would ignite the explosives and cause an explo- sion which would destroy the entire fac- tory and kill hundreds of people. Something must be done in a very short time. Should he tell the guards? No, they could not act quick enough! He must foil the plans of the plotters by himself.