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

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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

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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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Q £3 Talking to the Chief Engineer, — Harold Tabbert, about to hear Instructions of the work to do, For him and his mechanics, too. I sat down there and rested well And many things these men did tell To me, of the times and trials of life And said that it was an awful strife. We talked a while of by-gone days; The streets were then with lights ablaze. So I took my leave and walked as before And soon I saw a department store Crowded with women of all styles and classes Fitting dresses before large glasses. I looked at the sign, then turned paler; “Miss Hazel Strom, ladies’ tailor.” In another part of this mammoth store Katherine Ramenstein sold hats galore. My greetings done I passed along As best I could through the eager throng. I met a lady, something grand, Going to her taxi, right near at hand. Clara Mayhack knew me, and asked me even To come to her wedding, that night at seven. I was pleased to attend this grand affair And I had never before seen a happier pair; When the wedding was over we sat down to sup And the things seemed so real that I woke up. JOHN FLECK, ’12. o Q