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

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AUDITORIUM

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22 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL With his voice in moderation,- Louder then, would grow the pounding Louder would grow his tone in volume. Then a man's voice from the air shaft, From the air shaft they were building, Would come forth ln tones of laughter And they multiplied the hubbub. Still we pressed our recitation, Now we smiled and now impatient Canto II. At the noise so long continued. When at last in desperation We had trained our mighty voices, 'Till they overcame confusion. Summer ded, and autumn's breezes, Though most balmy in the woodlands, And most pleasant on the roadways, Chilled us in our damp new building, White walled, damp, unheated school rooms. Forth we went with wraps, to classes, Shivered, shook and wrapped up closer, And when called upon, recited With our teeth forever chattering, And our Now the And the And the Laughed, voices very muffled. noise became less frequent, chill less penetrating, students, hopeful, happy, rejoicing in the quiet, In the peace that now reigned o'er us. Harken, Class of Nineteen Eleven! List, ye Seniors, high and mighty! Let us sing events more recent, Days of sunshine, days of pleasure, Days of triumph and rejoicing, For our tasks are well-nigh finished. Many days we've worked together, Many moons have shown upon us Since the building was completed. Now we have our recitations Undisturbed and peaceful ever: Quiet reigns within the library Where we write these rhymeless poems, Where we edit our Aurora, Our auditorium inviting, Spacious, beckoning to music, Helps us lift our tuneful voices, Singing songs unto the Forest , Singing songs of Captain Standish And the Puritan Priscilla, Opera that shall be famous For it shall be long remembered. On the stage erected for us Orators have rolled their thunder, Scene of comedy half tragic Both in winter and in springtime. Empty now is our gymnasium, But its days' are not forgotten: We have had our basket ball games, Had our team. victorious ever, Had our girls' team and our boys' team, Who have noted been in strange lands. Soon we'll leave the laboratory, Whence the odors floating upward Greet the Juniors, Sophs, and Freshmen, Leave the class rooms, leave the campus, Leave the cool, sweet, bubbling fountains Where we pause between the classes, Leave the echoing auditorium, Leave this wealth to our successors. Now our year is nearly ended, Now our happy days are passing, Days of triumph, days of rapture, Are becoming few and fewer. This last year of high school study In our newly ilnished building Has been joyous beyond measure. Many years we've worked together, Every year still more progressing, Under guidance of our teachers. Much we thank them for their labor, For their part in our advancement: More than all, our superintendent, Who has ever been our leader, Who has faithful been and steadfastg Ever just in choosing for us, Settling things beyond our judgment, For his part in all our school life Gratitude, sincere and lasting, Now the Class of Nineteen Eleven Extend to our friend and teacher. Forth departing on our journey, On our journey never ending, We shall soon be fairly started On the world's great shining pathway. Hand in hand, in peace we've traveled. Now our tasks must be divided, But though miles are placed between us, And though far in life we wander, We shall ne'er forget each other We shall love the memory ever Of the days we spent together. ISA BULLOCK.

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241 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL LITERATURE. gl, ITERATURE has ever been the spice of high school life, the oasis in the desert, and we, the weary desert travelers, were ever glad when the English period arrived. l5,,.:'lL'H Wlien we entered the high school in 1907, and began our r study of literature in an entirely different way than that to which we had been accustomed, Miss Qninnell was the leader. Patiently she toiled with us, and eagerly we aspired for a better under- standing of the classics. Miss Qninnell had been our teacher the year previous and we felt perfectly free to express our opinions in her classes. How many mistakes she overlooked! How many desires to laugh at our interpretations she must have smothered. Nevertheless, we progressed steadily, if slowly, and each day gained more courage, we soon began to produce classics HJ ourselves. The Vision of Sir Launfal was carefully studied first. New beauties began to arise from this poem-beauties we never imagined existed when we read it formerly. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, afforded deep thought, and some amusement. The class seemed to favor two of the stanzas very decidedly. VVe were then introduced to Shakespeare in The Merchant of Venice. This was very pleasing especially as it was in the spring and our hearts were in tune with the play. VVe then read Ivanhoe, Sir Roger de Coverley Papers, and the 'tPrincess. Several of the girls had serious intentions of trying the idea of such a colony as the Princess ruled. This, however, did not result seriously. Wlieii we began our Sophomore year, we felt more confident of suc- cess than at the beginning of the preceding year. Under Miss Quin- nell 's guidance we once more were launched upon the literary lield. Wie began the study of Milton's Minor Poems, with great an- ticipation. Through all of our school days, we had heard of Milton and had always considered his works far beyond our comprehension. Vlfhen we discovered that we had acquired the ability to interpret and com, prehend the deep thought expressed in his works, we felt that we had indeed gained a great step. During this year, we also began debating. Our debates were rather crude and unparliamentary, but having won the debate we felt the same pride that the statesman feels when he has accomplished the purpose of his plea before congress. Besides our written work we read, Shakespeare's Macbeth, Scott's Lady of the Lake, Eliot's Silas Marner, and several es- says. This year marked the end of our written work. VVe left rhetoric for the coming Sophomores to struggle with, and began our Junior year, with the study of our own poets and authors.