Economy High School - Senior Annual Yearbook (Economy, IN)

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Glass Prophecy IT WAS one afternoon in April, 1925. I was a nurse in a Sanitarium in San Franscisco, California. IMy patients were all resting- and I was sitting looking out over the ocean, a warm breeze was blowing through the room and as I sat there I happened to look at the calendar and seeing that it was the 25th of April, I remembered at once what I had been doing just six years ago that day. It was the day I was graduated from the Economy High School. I had not corresponded with any of the class for so long but still supposed some of them lived around Economy. I had just decided to write another letter when the postman came and to my surprise brought me a letter postmarkd Economy. I opened it and read thus : Dear Gertrude : Your letter came last week after having been delayed quite a while, but the postmistress finally gave it to me. I just happened to be here visiting Grandma. I am teaching in the Cin- cinnati Conservatory of Music. I like my work fine, and now since yon ask about all the others of our class, I will tell you all I can. Margaret is at the head of the Domestic Science Department in Shortridge Ifigh School in Indianapolis and is making quite a success. Carrie is a wonderful violinist and is in Boston play- ing for one of the Grand Operas there. Mary is teaching History in one of the High Schools of Chicago, you know she always was a History shark. Faye has donned the uniform, as you have, and is an excellent nurse, too. You remember Faye always was quiet and makes a great nurse. I supposed, of course, you knew what Anna was doing. She still clings to her ideas of Woman ' s Sufifrage and is a very active leader in that work. She gave a lecture in Cincinnati not long ago and I heard her; she is fine. Alma is playing the pipe organ in one of the large churches in New York, I can ' t just remember which one. So ends my tale about the girls of the class. Now for the boys. I know you will really be surprised when I tell you that our prohpecy about Kenneth and Benny really has come true. They are both electrical engineers and are both making a success. Raleigh is Professor of Science in DePauw and likes his work fine, I guess. Henry is a Farmer and a farmer for sure. He graduated from Purdue last spring and is now making the farm work fly. Gerald tried several things, I guess, but is now with the Chicago Operatic Company, one of the biggest Chautauqua companies going. I heard him last summer and he ' s fine. You know he always did have a good voice and liked so well to sing. And Shorty Bowman, I never knew what he was doing until I came home this time, well, he is Instructor in . thletics in Detroit, Michigan. It sure was a surprise to me when I heard it. Tommy is just as lively as ever ; he is a civil engineer in Chicago and likes his work fine. Well, I know you will be sur- prised when I tell you what Edgar Farmer is doing. Edgar is also traveling with a Concert Company. You know he always was so bashful but he has improved wonderfully and is going on a Chautauqua tour this summer as tenor with the Dunbar Quartette. I hope I can hear him. Willard began studying music in a Conservatory at New York in the fall of 1919 and is now at the head of the Alusic Department in Gary, Indiana. He is a wonderful cornetist, too, and is surely going some. I guess that Gilbert is the one left of the class. He is President of the Steel and Malleable Iron Works in Muncie. Now, Gertrude, I ' m saving the best ' til the last. There were several of us wondering where you were when your letter came. This same old class of 1919 is going to have an Alumni house- party at the Cranor Hotel the first week in August and we hope that all of us can get a vacation about that time. Let us hear from you soon. Yours as always Ju. NITA. IS

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Glass History Till ' , class of ' 19 licgan its twelve years ' offensive against the forts of kiiiiwlcd.ne with its forces numbering about six, under the experienced coinniaiid of Miss Efifie Wilson. She taught us the rudiments and principles of warfare and drilled us in the use of our literary and mathe- matical weapons. ' hcn fairly over the top and out on no man ' s land, and bullets fell thickly about us so that success seemed hopeless, rein- forcements arrived under the command of Miss Love Lindsey, and our forces were tripled in number. Under licr we ardently struggled for three years, profiting by her training and experience. Few casualities occurred, although some, overcome by wounds received from flying shrapnel or bursting bombs of mathematics, were forced to be carried to the rear, never to return. However, by occasionally drafting recruits our forces remained intact, our commander changing to .Addleman and Pusey suc- cessively. When ammunition ran low some used paper wads, manu- factured in quantity by hand (or mouth) while others were compelled to use their handkerchiefs as gas masks. Our most notorious mischief maker at this time was Worth Hill (Booker), although he was seldom found out. Mnally the shell holes of Grammar and the entanglements of Hi.story were left behind us and we faced the front line of Common School. In our eighth grade these were captured, and as a reward each was decorated with the Diplimia of I ' xonomy Common School, on Com- mencement Day in April, V) 5. I ' lUt the war was not yet over. The Heavy Artillery of High School was iKJt yet silenced, so, laying down a barrage of Energy and Determina- tion, over the top we scrambled and engaged the giants of Latin and Trig. in a struggle that meant Success or Failure. For four years we struggled under the able command of Brumfiel, Cishopp, Harvey and Shera. In the third. Success began to shine through the clouds of war and in the fourth year we emerged from the fight victorious, and celebrated X ' ictory on Commencement Day, . pril, 1919. Although we feel that we have made a credible attack on the Educa- tion sector of the Battlefield of Life, still we realize that our real .struggle lies ahead of us. And as we each take different paths and strive to attain different ideals, may we be endowed with a power of determination that will at last bring us jciy of Success. K. C, ' 19.

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Glass Poem F( )UR happy, well-spent years are gone, And lingering in our hearts Is just regret, that they so soon Cause us our ways to part. Hard years they were at times and long. But filled with youth ' s own joy: In them we learned our bookish lore As joyous girl and boy. Time cannot from our fancies chase The memory of these years ; They are the symbol of our hopes The cause of joy and fears. And we who braved the hardships all Of Toil ' s fiercest blast. Find that we ' re on the Threshold now Of Learning ' s door at last. Tliroughciut our lives nur aims shall he To do our very best : .And make this old world proud that we Have made our lives no jest. We ' ll strive as men and women should Where ' er our lot is cast. To live and love and learn and grow Whatever be the task. l- are vell, dear school, we ' ll onward press To reach our goal, and do The things that men and women have In ])ast years failed to do. M.XRV BVRD, ' 19.