Frankfort High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Frankfort, IN)

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fresh, i .' .v n. n Freshman Day i a day when Seniors, having become worldly wise. tr t - show to the poor. unsophisticated creatures of the lir t year just how they appear to their superiors. It must be said, truthfully, that the attempts of these all-knowing people to l« .k innocent and young again is most pathetic. The class of ’09 were the ones who instituted this strange custom, and since that time each class has set aside a day on which once more they return to their youth, with pigtails, peppermint candy and knickerbockers. Kacli class has endeavored to make more real this day of mimic youthfulness, until the class of January 13 has succeeded, to a degree. in fending the public. Look at the abov e picture and judge of their success for yourself! Twenty - four

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 Tim Vanes Ramom Dorris Vincent Francis Pavey Alice Grrtchen Baldwin Arthur Price Tim Vaness Ransom. V hile we live, let's live in clover. For when we're dead, we’re dead all over.' We don't know whether Tim contemplates going into the grocery business or not—but if he docs, we're positive he 11 handle ‘’Celery.” “Cabbage. “Onions. “Radishes, “Pickles,” and “Sausage.” Dorris Vincent. Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful; Gentle as young. And gay as gentle. And innocent as gay.” Francis Pavey. “All mankind loves a lover. This isn’t Frank’s only title to our affections for he has other talents. In time, our high school will he proud to claim his as a worthy successor to .Marconi. Alice Gretchen Baldwin. “She speaks, behaves and acts just as she ought. Gretchen knows now “what happened ‘ii March 4, 1913. Arthur Price—“Stub.” He is broad-shouldered and double-jointed, with short, curly brown hair, and a bluff but not unpleasant countenance, having a mingled air of fun and arrogance. From his Herculean frame and great power of limb, he has received the nickname of ‘Capt. Stub Price,’ by which he is universally known. T w t n t y three

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5 a mi a tv Class fliropbecv lier years of har l work I had a! last realized my one ambition to achieve a success equal to that of Sarah IJcrnhardt—but the struj;j;le had not been without its effect for I was completely exhausted physically, and an entire change of surroundings was necessary to insure an absolute recovery. When the physician pronounced hi verdict 1 hesitated some time before I decided where to go. finally the sunny, restful climate of India appealed to im imagination and thither I bent my course. In this strange country with its quaint, old-fashioned cities and its mysterious people. I was like a child among a number of new playthings. I wandered here and there through the main thorough fares of the cities and sometimes turned off to visit the many queer little shops which line the less prominent streets. It was while on one of these expedi tions that inv attention was attracted by a quaint, little place kept bv an old man who looked even more curious than the shop. Prompted by curiosity, I entered and was at once accosted by the little, old gentlemen who was anxious to show me his numerous curios. Prom the little gentleman’s appearance and actions I felt ure that 1 had Mumbled upon one of the few dealers who have a way of procuring the mysterious, wonder-working curios which, hy searching. nia Mill he found in India. I’pon questioning him. ti. my joy. I found that my guess was correct. t once I begged to he shown some of his wonders. At first lie seemed loath to show them, hut after some little persuasion lie consented to do so. Kagcrlv I scanned them and soon I espied one old-fashioned brass lamp which appealed to my love for antiques. I asked the price. The old gentleman looked at me curiously for a moment and then named a fabulous sum. I gasped, set the lamp down, and said decisively that 1 would not pay such an unreal nal»le sum for an old. broken, brass lamp. The attitude of the little man changed immediately from suspicion to anger. n old. broken brass lamp!” lie cried. “Lady, do you know ihe lamp which you hold (for 1 had again picked up the article) is the most wonderful magic lamp in all India? In at I instant I was all attention, for I realized that I had. the chance of a lifetime. I begged his pardon and explained that I knew very little concerning such curiosities. 1 asked for further information concerning the relic. He explained to me in his queer, broken hnglish. that the lamp was the « riginal Aladdin's lamp, and that it still retained the |H wcr which enabled it. upon being rubbed, in bring before it , owner and master any person whom he might wish t see. Quickly I decided I would risk the truth of his statement. and. accordingly. 1 purchased the lamp. I pon leaving the shop I was wild with curiosity, and 1 made all possible haste to reach my apartments where 1 might experiment with my prize, bor years I had wished I might see the various members of mv class of January. 19I.V Xow was my chance. I rushed into ni boudoir, snatched off the cover of my package, and dropped myself into a comfortable chair. Who should I call for first? Hcrschcll llryant popped into my mind. I rubbed the lamp, and behold ! Quicker than thought all was changed. My small room had widened and brightened into a great London theater crowded with hundreds of richly dressed ladies and gentlemen. I lie attention of the audience was riveted across the T w C n t five