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

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. 31 persist in showing themselves, and occasional memories, of hunting for speci- mens and eating all edible ones and some not quite edible, after they had done their duty as specimens. Then two years followed in which other things claimed our attention and science was laid aside. But they were fruitful years, for besides learning the lessons we applied ourselves to, we were strengthening our minds for something more serious and building a firm foundation for another year of science. During these two years we no longer listened with awe to the reports of Chemistry and Physics, for we had learned through experience that we were just as good in other things as they were themselves and so we knew that we coidd hold our own in anything new we attempted. But we did not set our hopes too high nor did we expect Chemistry and Physics to be easy. We began them anticipating a year of delightful and helpful study of the laws of nature and the works of God and our hopes were not disappointed for our work has prove d to be all we expected. We began Chemistry in high hopes, but the wind soon blew our ship aground on the shoal of molecular theories, but we were able to right our- selves and the pleasant experiments, with separate elements which followed, more than made up for all former disappointments. We began with oxygen and passed through the hydrogen stage without any explosions or serious mishaps. But our pleasure was soon to be marred again and we were nearly keeled over when we struck the atomic theories with their companion equa- tions. Again we were equal to the occasion and with gigantic efforts we over- came this obstacle and all succeeding ones and the trials have developed several chemists who bid fair to become famous. Our Physics class has passed through similar experiences. We did not strike hard ground until we became acquainted with Galileo and Newton, before we were through with their laws and theories and the laws of machines, we were ready to wish they had never lived although now as we look back at those days we can see how much they really helped us. Sound, light and heat proved to be interesting and helpful subjects and then the class became deeply interested in electricity and among us are several who promise to rank with Edison. As the year drew to an end, we felt that we could have been more success- ful, for there is always room for improvement; that we could have been more patient in preparing trying lessons yet we have a consciousness of duty well performed. We extend our heartfelt gratitude to our kind and sympathetic professor, who has always helped and guided us, who has answered our numer- ous questions and patiently directed our blundering efforts. To those who expect to study science, we offer words of encouragement and advise you to do your part in everything you attempt.

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30 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. FRED W. FRANK. WE began our High School career, we looked forward with various emotions to the lessons and studies with which we were to labor and worry during the year and indeed during all the four years in which we were to attend High School. In much the same manner we now view future labors since another epoch in our Jives appears. Some of us looked with awe upon the subjects we were starting and handled our books as though they were hallowed objects; some of us tried to have a good time and put on airs, because we were High School students, but the most of us took things in a matter-of-fact way and settled down to hard work that brought us the best of grades. So when we took up Botany it was with different feelings that each of us did our duty. We were worried at first by the alarming tales of mighty ones who had already passed through the mill of science which has turned them into Edisons, Marconis, Galileos or Burroughses. But as we progressed, these tales lost their proportions and gave place to stories of our own struggles which we have treasured up for those who are to follow in our footsteps. So our first year of science passed on without events other than the receiving of grades and writing articles for the school notes. Now the only reminder of our year’s toil are a few note books and mounted specimens which

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. ■; THE POWER BEHIND THE THRONE. ELM AID A JOHNSTON. j HAT is worth while in life? Ask a scientist and he will tell you “Truth.” Ask a financier and you will be told “Wealth.” Ask a woman and, in most cases, the reply will quickly come I “Beauty.” And she believes what she says. God made man strong, but he made woman beautiful. Man’s strength to make him the power upon the throne, but woman’s influence to make her the power behind the throne ! There is a popular fallacy that beautiful women do not require intellectu- ality, that beauty in a woman is sufficient unto itself, and that whenever it is superlative it fills the void which the absence of intellectual attainments would have made more manifest in a plainer woman. Shakespeare says, “Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good.” And he is right. Beauty is undoubtedly productive of vanity, and vanity is a flaw in character, which in some degree subverts the possibility of high intellectual attainments. Beauty always has and always will charm the world to a certain extent, but history does not tell us of a single beauty who won her way and who retained what she won, unless she was endowed with something more than mere beauty of face and form. Wherever physical beauty exists, it is height- ened and enhanced if its possessor is also endowed with those greater beauties of mind and soul which set it off and furnish the finishing touches. Just as a painting by some grand old master is rendered tenfold more attractive when surrounded by an appropriate frame and placed where the most favorable light may shine upon it. There are paintings whose meanings lie upon the surface and are exhausted by a single look. There are others which disappoint at first, yet reverently studied gradually glow with beauty and disclose hidden depths of meaning, new marvels of skill, till at last the genius of the artist stands confessed and you gaze transfixed as by a mighty enchanter. It is not denied to beauty the praise to which it is entitled, but to give it more would neither be just to it nor safe to the world. A woman whose beauty is her only charm is like a bird without song, a flower without perfume; is like a whitened sepulcher, beautiful without, but empty within. Beautiful women have swayed the world many, many times in history, but never by their beauty alone. The swaying has been done by the brain, not the face. But when the brain and the face together possess that extraordinary charm and