Geneva High School - Legend Yearbook (Geneva, IN)

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Away down a lane, just under a tree, Stood a cottage, as beautiful as could be, Within our Senior Anna holds the sway, While our noble John feeds the pigs and cuts the hay. The last I saw, while yet in bed, Was Jolly Dad and little Tommy Ned. The former was the vice-president of the Ford While the latter was numbered on the Bank directors's board. The angel of dreams said to me at last: Did you ever think of a Senior class, Tho some of these things to you seem strange Yet thirty-four years has brought this change. -An under-class-man. The Future Seniors I want to tell you .a story, You'll be delighted, I know, Tho' it isn't of fame and glory, Nor of victories won o'er a foe. 'Tis only a simple relation Of facts about the Junior classy It needs no explanation, For any lad or lass. And now I shall introduce them, The Juniors so jolly and kindg I certainly want to praise them, No other like them you'll find. There is Nelle so stately and proud, Who never makes a mistakeg She is never a bit too loud, For no noise does she ever make. And too there is smiling Mary, Who wishes an author to beg She has the talent necessary, To be one of high degree. And don't let us forget sweet Ollie, The sweetest of them all, She never forsakes her Claudie, Tho' she chums with Vancie so tall And one of renown is Renie, The funniest of them allg She is such a little greenie, But we couldn't do without her at all And Isabel too must be mentioned, For we couldn't leave her out, She likes to draw attention, But we like her without a doubt. Oh! yes, and there is Dainty, The smallest, and prettiest toog She was never known to be daunted, In whatever she started to do. Ina's the prettiest of the class, She's a mighty good one toog She's quite a winning little lass And she is very pretty too. Katie is the business like girlie, She is very fond of work, She's never the least bit surely, And never was known to shirk. Virginia reminds us of sunshine, That is I mean her hairg . Tho' her ways are simply sublime, And she is wonderfully fair. And there is black-eyed Inez, Who never has known a carey She just has a sweet manner-minus All that is mean and unfair.

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High Scho ol Song Tune, Boola Girl. Well, here we are, well, here we are, Just listen to what we sayg Old G. H. S. has a name known far That will stand until the judgment day, We've hope and faith in Geneva High, Foresakeher we never willg We love her colors, Red and Black, Rah! Rah! They're never still, CHORUS. O Geneva, Geneva High School, O Geneva, Geneva High School, We're the envy of the schools, But they honor the G. H. S. Oh, you should see the Seniors wise Whose knowledge is so great, And Juniors jolly and learn'd, And there is the Soph who is never late, Our freshmen we would not give up, And our teachers nothing lack, In athletics we take the cup, True and loyal to the Red and Black. CHORUS. -Words by Miss Inez Pyle, '15. .. When the trials of life make us fear, When we think all the world is cold, The thoughts, of dear old days spent here, Will return again to ease our soul. When the pleasures of life we bless, When our cup is full and overflowing, A prayer of thanks to old G. H. S. We breathe with dim eyes ovezhglcivwiiggg Our Seniors in 1948 Last night I had a dream that the date Was nineteen hundred and forty-eight. The Seniors of G. H. S. I could plainly see And this is the way they apeared to me. In Decatur, Lawyer Drew, lives a sage And scores go there on pilgrimage He lives happy, and in great renown, And Decatur, has becom-e a famous town. Merle and Ruth surely a fine pair The latter is a wife, his life to share Whil-e the former is held in much esteem, He daily drives a blind mule team. Next I saw two persons old and gray I ask them how long in G. H. S. they had yet to stay, It was Milton and Fos without a doubt They answered: Two years more before we get out The next I saw was Harold who tries to rule A class of boys in Plainfield Reform School, And plainly on his coat there could be seen The little class pin 'of nineteen fourteen. The next scene was in Paris where I met Miss Marjorie Briggs as suffragette, She said, I'll live to see the time, when Women can vote as well as men. Miss Louise is as happy as can be For still she wears the sweater with a black letter G, She is free from care, and free from ill, For her better half handles the baton with skill. In my vision I beheld our Doris on a farm With all the things of life that could give her charm Here and there, around about her feet Two happy little children scampered, Little Doe, and Cunning Pete.

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Bess, let us not forget her, The 'pride of the Juniors is she, The sweetest little Warbler, That you will ever see. Brayton is our Doctor, We need one badly too, He makes a very good one, He's good clear through and through. And Curly is known afar, As basket ball forward he's fine, At every game he's a star, And then he's so good and kind. And let us mention Ed Blosser, 'Ere we close this story long 3 I never knew any one crosser, With him all things are wrong. And then there's Mr. Ray Mann, Our Philosopher and Historian, We always place a ban On his philosophy and soaring. . And now this closes our story, With the exception of myself 3 And as I have nothing to boast about, I'll leave that to someone else. Hazel Byers, Class of '15. The Class of Seventeen We are the class of seventeen So jolly and so wise, The only class that was ever seen Which few could criticise. There's Wilson C., ouripresident, Who's rather fond of play, But we prophesy he'll invent A useful thing some day. And William B., a country lad, Who's always in a grin And who never, never seems sad When a girl looks at him. True B., is a little mischief And all of you know it, Yet it has long been our belief That he'll become a poet. There's Ruth P., who is never sad, She comes from west of town, She loves a handsome city lad, A lad of great renown. Now there is Robert O., our clown, Who is fond of play, Some of the teachers call him down And scold him every day. There's Paul C., who's a country lad And who is fond of play, We nev-er yet have seen him sad Although troubles come his way. Mabel P., gives us much pleasure As the days come and go, Many find her a great treasure And she is no one's foe. Katherine G., who is medium tall, Studies hard all the day, Though her neighbors often call For they want her to play. There is Joe D., who is so tall That he looks down upon the rest: He sits up in front along the wall Where he is called the guest. Irpel H., is happy and kind To every one he meets, We shall never leave him behind For he'll suffer no defeat.