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

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;n sr £ Q= AURORA ’12 23 Q 0 CLASS WILL. ijE, the Class of 1912, of the Hobart High School, being of sound mind and will-ingly disposed, do hereby devise, and bequeath the following properties: To the classes in general — A corps of instructors well beloved, obeyed and revered, and worthy of being better loved, obeyed and revered. We stipulate that said corps of instructors shall be handled with care and the pieces carefully preserved. To the Junior Class — Our place of honor (and responsibility) as Seniors of Hobart High School and the accompanying solemnity of demeanor and dignity of bearing. Also the privileges of commanding and disposing. To the Sophomores — Our social (and sociable) accomplishments (which, we are sure, will be of great value to them in the coming year) and our fiery enthusiasm for basket ball; both of which must be kept in good running order by constant use. To this year’s Freshmen — The epithet “saucy (or silly) Soph- omores,” which is as good as new. (It was never used for us, because it did not fit.) Also two great privileges, (a) of becoming “more wise” and (b) of teasing the class below them. To the coming Freshmen — All the possessions, fresh (unused) in quality and green in color, which were ever ours by right or inheritance. To the Hobart High School Faculty — Our loving gratitude and re- membrance throughout our lives. We desire all our remaining posses- sions to be equally and fairly divided and disposed among the members of said faculty. We do hereby appoint our trustee, L. E. Barnes and our superin- tendent, G. H. Thompson, to be executors of this, our last will and testa- ment. To which we now set our name and seal this twenty-fourth day of May, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred twelve. (Signed) Class of 1912. (per G. P.) Witnesses: William Foreman. Martin Meester. O D 0 u O (S

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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

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CLASS SONG. To the tune of “Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms. o 0 O H, THE Seniors of nineteen and twelve are here! Take good heed of them, one and all. Through the four years of high school a record we’ve made. We’ve good reason to walk pretty tall. Oh the class of twelve, Of nineteen twelve, Remember “He wins who endures. ” They’ll be proud of us yet For we’ll never forget That “He conquereth who endures.” 0 0 a For there’s Cecile and Minnie and Katherine, too, Ella, Mable and Doris and Ruth, Then two Hazels and Clara and Edith and Bliss. Aren’t we charming young ladies, in truth? Oh the girls of twelve Of nineteen twelve, Remember She wins who endures.” They’ll be proud of us yet For we’ll never forget That “She conquereth who endures.” Here are Arthur and Harold and Lawrence and Will, Here are Leon and Ben and Roy, Here are Gordon and John who’ve been with us a year, We are certainly proud of each boy. Oh the boys of twelve, Of nineteen twelve, Remember “He wins who endures.” They’ll be proud of us yet For we’ll never forget That “He conquereth who endures.” Q We are entering into the battle of life; We are sailing out into the fray; And right bravely we’ll struggle still loyal and true To old Hobart forever and aye. Oh the class of twelve. Of nineteen twelve, We must leave them all now, to be sure, But they’ll hear from us yet For we’ll never forget That “He conquereth who can endure.” DORIS WHITE. 0 0 0 == : 4