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

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. IS however small, those who have performed every duty, however commonplace it may seem, and have turned each opportunity and each duty into a stepping stone toward success. The farmer works for his own good and at the same time benefits the city and the entire nation. The city also works for its own good, but often the benefits are doubtful. The farmer benefits himself and all the nation by faithful effort and service in a humble station while reaching for a larger sphere. The city may benefit itself and the entire nation by helping the farmer in this struggle for recognition. The city may help to make use of otherwise wasted resources. •Just as the hand must work for the head and the head must work for the hand so must the city and the country work for each other. Such a union can not but produce strength and happiness and lift the nation to a higher plane — a more advanced stage of civilization. Such a union will embody brotherly love between all classes, the contentions and strifes will cease and the nation will be working for the good of every individual. Then we can say with truth that — “We love more the summertime’s roses, The tall, stately timothy’s nod, Than that thing which the brother of Moses Cast molten for Israel’s god.”

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12 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. ducer in a business way, that he cares- only in so much as it may affect his own welfare. He cares not what the producer receives for his labor. lie cares not if the farmer is educated or knows how to utilize barren land. lie cares not whether the laborer has any recreation. He Cares not that the laborer is doomed to unending toil. Indeed, he cares little if the farmer has any common advantages, conveniences or comforts. What must be the effect of this treatment on the farmer? Is he not human and does he not dislike to be pushed into a corner as much as the merchant and manufacturer? The farmer feels the weight of this burden and resents the attempt to hold him in subjection. He longs to break from the isolation and drudgery that is forced upon him. He sees the glare and lure of the city beyond the barrier and recognizes a possible realization of his hope in the beckoning promise. And so the longing arises to be a unit of the center of power and wealth, to be where there are chances of advancement. It is a longing which grows and grows until it ends in a rush to the city, regardless of the many pitfalls and snares along the way, heedless of difficulties and the advice of others who have failed. First, we see him starting out toward the city, the place of his dreams, his heart full of hope, ambition, and plans for success. The country is behind him entirely forsaken. Then, we see him in an attic after a struggle that results in failure. He is a forgotten unit of the throng below and around him. His eyes are turned toward his country home and his former happy life. In the last picture we see him returning along the country road with the city and the spent strength of his life behind him, but his heart is filled with hope — a vision of peace and rest in his childhood home. The courses others have taken and the results they have achieved ought to be a lesson for those who have this longing. But the wealth and glory which may be gained, overshadow all difficulties and lead people to travel the paths where others have failed. The few who have succeeded and risen to the highest positions attainable attract more attention than the many who have failed, who have found to their sorrow that all which glitters is not gold. A great lesson may be learned from the gold excitement in 1849. The lure of gold and the hope of getting rich drew men by the thousands from all the stations of life. Farmers, clerks, merchants, mechanics, lawyers, and trades- men left good positions only to perish in the desert or return empty handed. Gold entranced many and satisfied few. The city attracts many with siren voice only to destroy them, or, what is worse, to condemn them to failure, sin, and degradation. Those who have succeeded in the quest for gold, just as those who suc- ceeded in the rush to California, have been those who have not tried to reach their goal by a single bound, but those who have utilized every opportunity,

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u HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. DICK’S SISTER. THERESA G. BUTTS. ELL, I declare, Dick, if you don’t look as if you had read your own funeral oration, I give up. Are you sure you are in the land of the living?” And to be positive himself Robert Sawyer threw his Greek note book at his roommate, who muttered something in an undertone, which convinced Rob that his friend was indeed still mortal as well as disgustingly irritable. ‘‘Ah, ha! so she sent you the mitten, did she?” continued Rob, as he went about the room putting things in order and picking up a dainty worn glove, which evidently had fallen from the letter which Dick was reading. “Poor fellow! Never mind old boy, I met Felton’s two sisters, — they’re splendid girls, — put Clarice way in the shade!” “Robert Sawyer, quit your crazy talk and listen to this letter from home. Yes, I know you thought it was from Miss Heywood, but it don’t happen to be so. Now, I want you to listen until I finish and then tell me whether you are sorry for me or not.” “All right, proceed, I won’t disturb you in the least, but if it’s from the ‘girl you left behind,’ I’ll have to send my sympathies to her, because she needs them more than you do, for she don’t know what she is doing when she turns you down ! ’ ’ ‘‘Oh, come now, Sawyer! Don’t imagine things! Its a letter from mother, listen!” My dear boy: Now, Richard, we have kept something from you for sev- eral months; but seeing you insist on going hunting during the holidays instead of coming home, father and I thought we had best tell you. I scarcely know how to break the news. I’m afraid you will not be pleased, but I know you will not blame us if you know how loneJy we have been for someone about the house to cheer us, the same as you did when you were a youngster. Of course, we do not blame you for spending the vacation in the East traveling with the boys, but that does not comfort us these long winter evenings; so we have adopted the dearest little girl. I know you will love her when you see her. She is just eight years old, has the dearest brown eyes and auburn hair. If you knew what a sweet little sister you had you would postpone your hunting trip and come home.