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

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10 men school annual. waste basket. Then, behind those desks, the teachers’ dear faces appear. When we look through the halls we see the figure of our good friend, the janitor. But this is the present, not the future. An even dozen is what we are. Two boys — noble, energetic boys! We are proud of the boys who have clung to this class to the last. One more hour, such a shor t time, then we shall be ex-Seniors. A feeling of sorrow clings to us, although we are happy. We dread the thoughts that we shall never again have the privilege to enter and leave morning and evening as pupils, and we would gladly remain longer. Pope says, “Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, all but the page prescribed our present state.” Crooked roads, broken bridges, and death dealing storms may hinder us, but we are equipped with strong armor. Not iron, not steel, not gold, but that invincible metal — education! Our shields may be plain, but we go forth with a pure heart, ambition and courage. Yesterday we were nearing the bridge which lies between our school enjoy- ments and the earnest struggle of life. To-day we stand on that bridge. To-morrow we shall have crossed and stand bewildered in a great wide world. May we be not slow to discover the mission for which our education has pre- pared us.

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AURORA THE STAFF LILLIE ROSE MARGARET BULLOCK LENNA PEDDICORD THERESA BUTTS PEERING MELIN EMILY BRACKEN HELEN MACKEY FRED FRANK LIZZIE KLA USEN j HENRIETTA HARMS HATTIE PAPKA ) Editor in Chief . Assistant Editor . ..Literary Editor Music Editor Athletic Editor Social Editor Art Editor ..Science Editor Personals Editors SALUTATORY. EMILY E. BRACKEN. HE class of nineteen hundred nine extend to you, parents, friends and Alumni, a most hearty greeting:. The hour has come which brings to a close four years of toil and pleasure. Perseverance, courage and hopefulness have carried us to this point. Are we to go further, or are we to retreat ? In the name of the class of nineteen hundred nine we are going further and further. We are resolved that to a small circle, at least, it shall be evident that we have not lived in vain. Before us appears a dim outline of that great field which lies ready awaiting our efforts. As we step from this threshold of high ideals, on every side grave duties confront us. It is now as four years ago when we entered the high school as Freshmen. We thought it so hard at first, especially when we gazed at those high-minded Juniors and Seniors. But now we have passed all that; we are ready to enter a greater and more difficult school, as Freshmen. Our credits in high school required work and plenty of it: more work physically and men- tally is now required and our credits will be recorded on more substantial substance than paper. We have done the best we could, we will do the best we can in the years that come In a few years we shall pass the old school building, and think of the good times we had when we were young. We shall enter the same old doors, go into the Freshman room and as we look around, a small, weazened, gray-haired mouse scampers across the room. This seems like home, for when we entered as Freshmen, that same little fellow made his daily trips to the

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. 11 THE LURE OF THE CITY. FRED W. FRANK. CAREFUL study of the pages of history and the lives of men who have left their mark in the progress of civilization reveals to us many interesting things. One of the facts which forces itself upon our attention is that through all ages, in all nations and races, the same desires have tilled the hearts of men and directed the course of their actions. These aspirations varied a little in the direction they took according to the circumstances from which they arose, but in general they were the desires for wealth and conquest. The desire for wealth may have been simply the selfish wishes of a man for himself ; it may have been the wishes of a ruler for the advancement of his nation; or in a still broader sense, it may have been the longing for the uplifting and enriching of humanity. The desire for conquest has taken a similar course. It may have been the struggle of a savage in the dawn of history for supremacy over his fellows ; it may have been the struggle of a nation to protect herself and extend her dominion ; and it may have been the efforts of far-sighted men to control all the forces of the universe for the benefit of man. If we but glance at the present and analyze the problems which are facing us, we find the same motives continue to control mankind. The poor boy begins as a laborer fighting for his daily bread. When his daily bread comes to him readily he still struggles through force of habit, until he is an inde- pendent business man. But there is still a step higher to which his ambition carries him and before we realize it, he is at the head of an organized trust which is quietly taking the earnings of other struggling men to swell coffers already full. This in a measure is the way business men treat the farmer. Existence is dependent on several things, the most important of which are food and cloth- ing. The farmer raises the grain and meat necessary for the nation’s sus- tenance; he raises the flax, wool, and cotton to clothe the nation. Merchants and manufacturers buy the raw materials at their own price, turn them into finished products and fix the price at which they are to be sold to the consumer. Is it a wonder that the farmer longs to break the bonds which hold him ? A deeper study of the relations existing between manufacturer and pro- ducer reveals the fact that the manufacturer cares only for the pro-