Hobart Senior High School - Memories Yearbook (Hobart, IN)

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A-U-R-O-R-A THE STAFF MISS HAZEL LEWIS Editor in Chief MISS EDNA CARPENTER Assistant Editor MISS GLADYS MACKEY Literary Editor MISS GERTRUDE SWEETING Music Editor WILLIAM MARQUARDT Athletic Editor MISS HAZEL LEWIS Social Editor MISS EDNA CARPENTER Art Editor THOMAS MICHELSEN Business Manager CLASS HISTORY LILLIAN ROSSOW. 3 IST0RY, to be history, must be a truthful record of past events. When we glance over its pages we find that it took strong noble characters to build it. Frequently, it is thought of as a written account of the events of a nation, but it is broader than this. This history, instead of being the history of a nation, taken collectively, is the history of a strong, united class, whose members are anticipating entering all vocations of life. In future years, as we look back upon the history of the Hobart Township High School, we will see our names upon that record, ours, the class of 1908, in the history as a loyal honorable class. And it is no wonder. Look at the lives of the great that now surround me with expectant faces. Four years ago we entered this High School as a class of twenty-four. Had you seen us at that time and now you would certainly not recognize in us the students who seemed so far from modern ideas. But we were no different from other Freshmen. We were green, but we were not evergreens. One year of experience prepared ns for future events. When we entered the Sophomore class it was with a different spirit. During this year we were known as the “Snippy Sophies.” Whether we deserved the title or not, who can tell, but surely we did not feel as though it was a disgrace. As Sophies we numbered thirteen. Thirteen, such an unlucky number! However, to our great sorrow, before the close of the term one of our members left us.

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PRELUDE Aurora, messenger of coming day, Go forth to brighten life along thy way, Dispelling darksome gloom and dreaded fear. Wherever thy enlightening rays appear May joy and peace in rich abundance dwell: — Then shall we say of thee, “Thou dost well.” With mirth to cheer and gladden every heart, With truth for modest wisdom’s thoughtful part, With colors bright and face forever gay, Go, herald forth the light of coming day.

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10 HOBART TOWNSHIP So we began our Junior year numbering just twelve. This was one of the most happy and eventful years of our educational career. Up to this time we had been sneered at by other classes, but here we demanded our rights. Some member of the class of ' 07, that class which considered themselves so high and mighty, said, “The Juniors know but don’t know that they know.” They were badly mistaken, for we saw that we now really knew all we thought we knew when we were “Fidgity Freshmen.” We began to make some advancement, in Plane Geometry, especially. Chemistry was the delight of all the members and the influence of our instructor will ever be fresh in our memory. It was during this year that we entertained the Seniors. This was by no means an elaborate affair, but it was a success and all reported a social time. Thus ended the Junior year, and before we were aware of the fact, had gone a step farther. Our fame had spread abroad and wishing to be numbered among those so great, three more had joined our industrious class. Numbering fifteen as Seniors, the second largest class in the history of the school, we toiled willingly through another term, one long to be remembered. We have not at any time been over-burdened with work and by the efforts of our kind and thoughful instructors we have sailed on successfully. We have not words to express our gratitude for their benevolent instructions. We do not attempt to mount what may become a “bucking stone,” which may throw one into distress, but prefer to plod along day by day, earnestly and devotedly. So we spent our Senior year with few important events. One, however, was the Valentine Party given by the faculty. Another was the excellent entertainment furnished us by the Juniors. We thank them, sin- cerely thank them, for it all. In our Senior class, we have one member who certainly has ability as an orator, and she carried off honors for us in a commendable way. William Marquardt, our class president, also deserves mention. His ability in experi- mental work will one day rank him with Edison. Besides these we have atheletes, artists, musicians and even poets. To our class is due the credit of being the first in the history of the school to publish an annual. The “Aurora” is an accomplishment of which we may duly feel proud. Commencement day will soon he over and we will then have begun in earnest. Our happiest days will be things of the past. No more shall we sit in those seats and listen to the voice that bids us to be good. Other scenes and other prospects await us. We must part, but parting shall only draw closer the ties that bind us. The setting sun and the evening star, which have so often witnessed our intimacies and joys, will still remind us of days that are past. Class of 1908, our happiest hours were spent beneath the folds of thy