Goshen High School - Crimson Yearbook (Goshen, IN)

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18 THE CRIMSON June THE COUNTY CHAIRMAN CAST The Hon. Jim Hackler, The County Chairman Harry Whitmer Tillford Wheeler, His Junior Law Partner Jack Frankenstein EHas Rigby, Opposition Candidate for State Atty Otis Kercher Riley Cleaver, Editor of The Patriot Loyd Stettler Wilson Prewitt, Editor of The Banner Ormond Smith Jupiter Pettiway, Manager of the Fife and Drum Corps Wallace Mehl Sassaj ras Livin rston, A Touch of Local Color Kenneth Knox Uncle Eck Milbury, an Old Settler Morris Elliott Jefferson Briscoe, A Store Porch Orator Russell McCann Vance Jimmison, the Store Keeper Oren Batchelor Jos. Whittaker, the Windmill Agent ., Glenn Wiseman Cal Barcus, the Station Agent Vincent Vallette Chub Tolliver, the Smart Boy Samuel Peck Lucy Rigby, Daughter of Elias Rigby Ora Davis Mrs. Elias Rigby Mary Butterfield Mrs. Jefferson Briscoe, Boarding House Keeper Donnita Woodford Lorena Watkins, the Village Milliner Henrietta Smith Chick Elzey, Orphan Who Works for Mrs. Briscoe Madge Butler Tilly Pauline Piatt Members of Fife and Drum Corps. Henry Leslie Leidner Glabe Overton Calvin Madlem Amos Whitney Forrest Funk Dawson Montgomery Earl Weaver School Children, Towns People, Campaigners, Village Girls, Etc. SYNOPSIS. Place: Antioch. County Seat Anywhere in the Mississippi Valley. Period: 1880. Act I. Main street in front of Jimmison ' s store in Antioch. Day of convention. August. Act II. Court House Grove. Opening of campaign. September. Act III. Interior of Hackler ' s law office. Four days before election. October. Act. IV. Interior of town hall on election night. Getting the returns. November.

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Commencement Announcements Class Sermon Rev. M. J. Magor Sunday Evening, June Fifth, Half After Seven. Subject— Idyls of the King. Methodist Episcopal Church. CLASS PROGRAM Monday Evening, June Sixth, Eight o ' clock. Jefferson Theater. Overture High School Orchestra Invocation Rev. E. A. VanNuys Chorus (a) Flowers Awake! — W. IValdo Warmt} r- r , -■ w (b) Gnomes and GobUns -Co irrf J ' ' Club Address by President of Class Oren Bronson Batchelor Class Poem Donnita Louise Woodford Solo— Nymphs and Fauns — Bemicig Helen Charlton Class Prophecy Pauline Hatch Class Grumble Vincent Jewell Vallette Violin Solo— Selected Fred Oberndorfer Class History Ormonde E. Smith Class Oration Forest James Funk Chorus (a) Invitation — y4. IVaeeUr r- , • r , r-, t. (b) A Night in May - 4. Goring Ttomm ] Glee Club Class WUl Harry R. Whitmer Valedictory Naomi Brenneman Orchestra— Selected High School Orchestra Presentation of Diplomas by President of Board of Education. . .Jacob Wayer Class Song Words by Irma Anastasia Grove Benediction Father Roland

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1910 THE CRIMSON 19 PRESIDENT ' S ADDRESS BY OREN BRONSON BATCHELOR RIENDS AND CLASSMATES: It was the will of the class that I should serve it as president during the past year and as such I shall address you tonight. The field of Commence- ment Addresses, particularly that of the president, is extremely limited; the same old route has to be trodden over and over again. I do not want to burden you with its repetition tonight. Suffice it for me to say that the members of the Class of 1910 are very grateful for the privileges they have enjoyed during the past four years or more. The importance of this Commencement for us can not be exaggerated. It marks, perhaps, one of the turning points of our lives. The life that we shall lead after tonight will be essential- ly different from that which we have led. In a way, with tonight we cease to be dependent upon the protection and the pocketbooks of indulgent parents ; we are expected now to use our own heads and our own hands. Untried, but not un- willing, we are thrust head long into the future, willy-nilly blowing. Our fate the future holds ; both the end and the result of this hazardous journey are hidden behind a dark and inscruta- ble unknown. The mystery of life overawes us, especially tonight, brought face to face with change as we are. More than the beginning of a new life, does this night mark the close of the old. To me it seems as though this were the severing point of the last bond that holds us to childhood and youth. The careless, carefree, happy-go-lucky days, eyen now, are but memories. The first days of spring are not what they used to be. The days are not so long, the sky is overcast more frequently, and somehow, even the breezes are not so balmy and fresh as they once were. So enrapt do we be- come in the problems and necessities of life that daily confront us, that Nature loses her fairy- land aspect, and we see more of the rugged side of life, which must be, of necessity, the phase of life with which we must become acquainted. Only for the poet does Nature remain the same. The rest of us have only memories of the days when we were all poets — in childhood. Happy though those memories are, and hard though the trials of life may be, yet not many would live them over again. Still there remains the regret that they are gone. Tonight most of you make your first acquaint- ance with the Class of 1910. Perhaps you have been scarcely aware that there was such a class. Now as the passing show, we attract your atten- tion. Tonight, in the words of Shakespeare the Class of 1910 struts its little hour upon the stage. In a day or two it will have been for- gotten and we that were members of that Class will have sunk again into the life of the world, from which we now for a moment emerge. Thus far we have been preparing ourselves for the World ' s Workshop, developing a little thinking apparatus and enough character to varnish — the qualifications that the master of the workshop demands. Now, being able bodied and suppos- edly sound of mind, and having been adjudged as in possession of enough common sense to bal- last us for a time, we are to be bundled out into the world to apply these things. We go to live in a new environment. We assume the responsibilities of men and women. The state has given us all that we have. It has lavished money upon us, bestowed care upon us. In return all that it asks is that we be worthy men and women — that we be good for something. Upon twenty-seven members of this class the state has bestowed the ballot. When the time comes to-use it, may they use it with intelligence. Let them be grateful for the privilege they enjoy and make the highest interests of the state their own interests. We have a representative form of government, but it is representative only of those who take part in it. But there is one thing above all else for all of us to remember — to make our lives worth while — to be of those who live to push the world along — to make it better, more worth while, instead of laggards who follow after like driftwood on the tide. On the sea many derelicts , wrecks of once proud vessels, float, a menace to life and property. On the sea of life, too, we meet many derelicts who are a menace to life and property. Let it be said of the Class of 1910 that it did not add to the number of these.