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

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SALUTATORY. i r u CS (Z ARENTS and Friends, — The class of Nineteen Hundred Twelve extends to you its heartiest greeting. It gives us pleasure to look upon your faces, to welcome you here on this Night of nights. We have long been anticipating this moment when we should appear before you as graduates. We have welcomed you here on numerous occasions, hut in no other has our interest been so intense. This night terminates our high school career. For some of us school days will soon be but a memory; new experiences will be shaping themselves into our lives. For these experiences we have been fitting ourselves as best we were able. The days to come will reveal the extent of our preparation. Tonight we stand lingering, somewhat reluctant, upon the threshold; behind us, clear and definite, lie our school days; before us, vague and undistinguishable, our future — our career. Our commencement evening is the stepping-stone from school to duty. You behold us ready to say farewell to school; ready to advance into a sphere new and strange to us. We have, up to this time, worked united. Now, each must have his own aims; each must select his individ- ual pathway. Every year will bring us closer to the realization of our ideals; every year will contribute experiences valuable for right living; and every year will bring with it some obstacles over which we must climb. And we must ever have patience, we must always cling firmly to our purpose. “He conquers who endures,” is our watchword. In every trouble we will think of it; whatever hindrances we meet we will remember it; if obstacles are placed in our pathway we will take courage from it. And in the end, when our aims are accomplished, when our present ideals are fulfilled and a new heaven thrills us with a nobler longing, when twilight steals o’er our days, — then may each of us step into the ranks of the conquerors, sustained by the music of the motto which has echoed through our lives — “He conquers who endures.” RUTH JOHNSON, T2. y Vo C 0 x) C7

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= = 7 19 0 EDITORIAL Q Cj IN SEPTEMBER 5, 1911, the class of nineteen hundred twelve became Seniors. At last we had acquired the right to that honorable title. The full duties and responsibilities of our position had yet to dawn upon us. But we did realize that we were the class which was to publish the H. H. S. “Aurora” for 1912. So every one of our twenty-one members set to work with a will. And now our work is over. Our book, the “Aurora” for 1912, is ready for you who are interested in it. But as we look back over the difficulties of its preparation, over the rough and rocky road it traveled to completion, we realize that without your interest and your co-opera- tion we could have done almost nothing. And we heartily thank you, one and all, who have shown your interest in the best possible way, — by furthering all High School enterprises, by advertising in our issue, by subscribing for the “Aurora,” in a word, by giving us your patronage. It is our sincere hope and desire that the “Aurora” for 1912 may prove not only an account of our happy High School life, which we may read with pleasure in the coming years, but a worthy representative of our High School training and a source of true enjoyment to all its readers. DORIS WHITE, ’12. Editor-in-Chief. 0 Q =z7 = y =d a

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CLASS PROPHECY. i d c Q 1 d T WAS one bright day in early spring, One of those days that zephyrs bring, That I was walking ’neath shaded trees When soon I heard, as of buzzing bees A sound, that seemed quite close to me But yet there was nothing that I could see. I soon sat down near a singing stream And had a dream not all a dream. Before my vision there suddenly came A host of nymphs, as playing a game. My human body they soon espied Lying on the ground, and to my side Came the queen of this fairy band And asked to lead me to Look-ahead land. Accepting gladly, the whole crowd went On with their games, and to me lent the compa ny of their beautiful queen To show me the future wonderland scene. We traveled far and finally came. To that city where hope places fame. The very first thing that caught my eye Was these words on a theatre sign up high “Killigrew and Traegar, direct from earth, Guitar and mandolin players by birth. Will give a concert this very day And all should hear them, before going away.” On entering the theatre door I met a friend whom I knew before, Hazel Halsted all dressed to Kill. She’d married rich, but she was still The same old friend of days gone by, For she lived her life without a sigh. She told me things that all seemed nice Of Arthur Johnson and Gordon Price; They were farmers near her country home And they owned some farms of the finest loam, That they were well and doing fine In their farming and the money line. She also stated that Bennie Smith Was farming too and in class with The former two; but farther away He lived, though she saw him every day. About this time I left the show And around the town was ready to go. I walked into an office there And sitting in the stenographer’s chair Was Edith Chase, writing in shorthand What the boss was saying, just off hand. She finished the letter and talked to me. She told that not only she Was a stenographer there in town, But that Minnie Traeger of fair renown Was also working in an office neat Down on the principal business street. Then I left my former classmate For the morning was already late. I came upon a group of women Who with their leader were a singin’. I waved at the leader, whom I knew; ’Tw as Mable Traeger, all in blue. Carrying the emblem of her band, — Vote for Women,” in her hand. I passed this by, and soon espied The Grammar school. ’Twas well supplied With teachers good, I do delight In saying, that one was Doris White; That Ruth Johnson held a chair. And Ella Londenberg was there! At noon I entered a hotel nearby And Oh! so hungry a man was I. I picked up a menu, and there so bold In large black print, I did behold These words, “The Hotel Delighter,” Roy Ramenstein, proprietor. I ate my dinner, then quickly went Seeking pleasures, on which I was bent. 0 Q a But, Lo and Behold! to my dismay, An accident happened to spoil the day, — A man by an auto was nearly killed. In the hospital near were nurses skilled, Among them Bliss Shearer, a friend of old, But I can’t remember the things she told. Endeavoring to leave, my way was not certain, When whom did I see, but Cecile Martin Another nurse dressed neat and sweet. Then I walked down a busy street When I spied an office near at hand Which was certainly something grand. I walked right in and there, “By Hek!” In the chief clerk’s chair was Wm. Fleck P Q =d a