Decatur High School - Ravelings Yearbook (Decatur, IN)

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D.rtS. j RVELlNGcS. ' 20. But why hold you in suspense? I know you are longing to know what has become of our noble President, Herman Myers. Sad to say, the best Ihe can boast of is a job taking care of the horses for the two famous bare-back riders: Florence Rice, and Bernice Leonard, of Barnum Bailey ' s Circus. Alas, how sad! Poor Ford! That is what I thought when I read the account of the pending trial for divorce being agitated by his wife, toruierly Miss Dorothy Smith. The main charges against him were his refusal to eat the food put before him, and his constant habit of staying away at night and the fact that he had been seen several times in Indianapolis in company with his old High School flame, Esther Reynolds. What could be sweeter? Listen to this — Gertrude Yager and Florence Smith, chief clerks in Ferd Christen ' s candy kitchen! Gertrude ' s chief duties are to short-change the customers, while Florence sees to it that the drinks are 90% water and that tlie dopes contain no more than one gram of sugar. Startling news! A new company was being organized called the Nib-Bro-Du Trio, composed of Mildred Niblick, Marie Brodbeck and Helen Dugan, withi Charles McConnehey as director. They in- tend to sing before an assemblage of the greatest music critics of the country soon and have high hopes for the future. But now 1 had reached the end of that mysterious paper and was puzzled to know what to do with it. I finally decided that it would be best to place it in the fine museum which the city now owns and if you ever go there don ' t fail to see the original copy of this manuscript.

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D.rtS. j?RVELlNGcS. ' 20. Senior Class Prophesy Boom! Bang! Crash! Something terrible had happened! A pilot of an aeropljuie while flying over the now large city of De- catur, Indiana, suddenly lost control of his machine, and pilot, plane and all fell to the ground with a ferocious crash. People rushed out; spectators came for blocks, and in the mad rush for booty, while others were picking up things more pleasing to the sight, my eyes fell upon a small package, carefully wrapped and sealed. Thinking it might prove valuable, I hastily seized it, and ran to a place of concealment. On opening it, to my disappoint- ment, I found a little volume entitled, The Secrets of the Class of 1920 — As Destined by the fates. The frontispiece contained a large photograph of the members of the class of 1920, with all their descendants who were to follow them for a generation — some 50,000 in number. On turning to the next page, my eye was attracted by the names of three society women, namely: Mary Brown. Hazel Buck and Mary Weldy who had recently given a successful Charity Ball in honor of Zelma Nelson ' s new French Poodle, Felisse. They had cleared several thousand dollars. Among the list of guests I noticed the names of Mr. and Mrs. Thetus Hocker (formerly Miss Faye Stults), also Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Miller (foimerly Miss Doris Erwin). Of course I recog- nized them as being members of the Class of 1920. Misses Brown, Buck and Weldy are the leaders of the younger set in society, so one may count himself lucky to be invited to one of their balls. Tlhe next page was taken up with an account of a prize fight, be- tween a noted English pugilist and our own famous American, Elmo Ehinger. According to the accoimt, it seemed that Mr. Ehinger held world championship in that particular sport. Oh! What a shock! Would you believe it? Max Teeple, one of our own classmates had just won the nomination for president of Mexico at the last primary and Fred Butler was successfully electioneering the campaign. Down in one little corner of the next page was a dirty, besmeared account of a man having stolen a crust of bread from the table of the newly elected president of Yale, who is none other than our own brilliant Linn Kern. Imagine my surprise, when upon further reading I saw that the starving man was Dick Heller. A picutre of the cast for Marion Hoag- land ' s new photoplay, together with their names and those of their husbands took up an entire page. A few at least, were fa- miliar to me, being myself a graduate of D. H. S. I recognized Mrs. Dent Baltzell (formerly Miss Bernice Kern), Mrs. Donald Hower (formerly Miss Serena Hornada), and Mrs. Charles Keller (formerly Miss Helen Stanley). I was suddenly confronted with two piercing black eyes which I immediately recognized, I read further — wonderful to say — Dick Durkin had just completed his latest invention whereby one could become educated without studying. It had been favorably accepted by the two most famous scientific critics of the country — Bddis Johnson and Truman Goldncr. Another item attracted my eye — Mable Martin, the beautiful wife of the soap-king of America had just announced that she would sue for divorce from her present husband, Harold Case. She states that immediately after her divorce she will start for Europe.

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D.rtS. )?RVELING 5. ' 20. Class Poem Au Revoir We tiate to leave you, D. H. S. We ' ve been here tour long years. We leave you not with joyousness — No, not with smiles, but tears. We met you always at the Gym And at the football game. We met you at the District Meet. Saw everywhere your tame. For you. we ' ve been so brave antl true, For you. we ' ve been so bold To you. we ' ll ever be true blue. To you. old Purple and Gold. We ' re glad that we can gi-aduate; We ' re glad we ' ve won that fame, — But leaving you. old D. H. S. Was surely not our aim. So here ' s to you. old D. H. S. And here ' s to your success. With grief we say our parting word Au revoir, old D. H. S. — Gertrude Yager. I