Frankfort High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Frankfort, IN)

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Agnes Baker Golds Marietta Br Hersch-U Darwin Bryant llortense I. B.irnrtt Chnvka P. Anderson Agnes Baker. As merry as the day is long. We all like Agnes. Her perpetual good nature and her ever-ready smile are ''winners. Golda Marietta Bass. In each cheek there appears a pretty dimple. Although Golda hasn't an ohstrusive disposition, she is far from being a wretched un-idea’ 1 girl. Herschell Darwin Bryant. A lover of the world behind the footlights. At whose sight all stars hide their diminished heads. “Dad expects to tread the boards to fame and fortune. Hortense I. Barnett. I am a shy little Puritan maid.” I he class of l‘ 13 will always remember Hortense for her hospitality of September 2 . ‘12. M iss Oaybaugh says, Sonic of our brightest people arc left-handed.” Chaska P. Anderson. Stately and tall he moves in the hall. The chief of a thousand f r grace. W'c'rc all afraid Chaskn’lt study too hard; his health is del: Frau Sorgc doesn’t seem t worry Chack much. catc.

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Gladys Marie Campbell Mabel Chrirtana Campbell Robert Morris Campbell Nettle May Dukes Agnes Marie Dearth Gladys Marie Campbell. Down in a green and shady nook a modest violet grew. Gladys is quite a history shark. We can't solve the problem, but we're positive that Gladys will enlighten you upon the subject. Mabel Christiana Campbell. See this young accomplished girl. W hose words are smooth as oil; W’ho’d marry almost any man. To keep her hands from toil.” Robert Morris Campbell— lack Menzies. A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Ilob is quite a model young man. W e sympathize with him in his extreme bashfulncss ami lack « f appetite. Lois is helping Hob to retrieve his reputation as an Outcast of Society.” Nettie May Dukes. A face with gladness over-spread! Soft smiles, by human kindness bred ! It is said that Nettie often burns the midnight oil. and it is very evident that it is to some effect. W'e still remember what a shark she was in eighth grade arithmetic. Agnes Marie Dearth. Happy am I ; from care I am free! Why aren’t they all contented like me? Agues' breezy laugh, followed by Mere comes Agues and Maude; shortly. Girls, quit that gabbling and get out of that eloak room! P ii r t e c II