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

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THE SMOKING OF THE PEACE PIPE Should you ask me whence this story Of these prophecies and hopes, I should answer, I should tell you — From fond memories of school life. Listen to this simple story To this song of Prophecy. By the shores of old Lake George, By the shining big sea water. On the tower of Hobart City Stood old William Stark, the crier, Called the tribe of four and twenty. All the trib beheld the signal, The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe. Down the river, o’er the prairie, Came the students of our school days, Came the doctor, Charlie Pierson, Came the speaker, Clifton Nygren, Came the draftsman, Leslie Foreman, And the warrior, August Schlobohm To partake of peace-pipe smoking. Listen to the words of wisdom. To prophetic words of warning From the lips of Elmer Scharbach, Son of radio, son of fame, Chief of the class of ’24. Came to this big sea water All the squaws of ’24, To prepare a meal of splendor For the hungry Indian warriors. Hunted they Hiawatha’s chickens. Sought the deer from out the thicket, Snared the hare, Adjidaimo, Beat the maize in eathern moulds. Gathered there were Myrtle Krueger, Child of Sunshine and of Sorrow, And the homemaker, Marcia Roper, With her classmate, Mary Harris Prepared for them this meal of pleasure. That the feast may he more joyous That the time may pass more gayly Irvin Benson, the great boaster,

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19 THE AURORA SENIORS LESLIE FOREMAN «| e Pet saying: “Seeing how it’s you.’’ Hobby: Bein’ good. Ambition: To be a professor. BETTY ROSSOW « B ett Pet saying: “Oh, get out!” Hobby: Making brilliant remarks. Ambition: To be a private stenog. PAYE FLEMING “Midge” Pet saying: Oh, I don’t care!” Hobby: Silence. Ambition: To be a Home Economics teacher. IRVIN BENSON “Windy” Pet saying: “Oh, I know it that.” Hobby: Asking questions. Ambition: To be Webster II. iniMiiiin

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THE AURORA 21 |[Hlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!llllllll||||IM He, the marvelous story teller. Told his tales of strange adventures. Then Grace Stoeckert with her talent, Danced for them her merry dances, Danced the Spanish Tango for them. There the song bird, Leona Traeger, She the sweetest of musicians, Sang her songs of love and longing, With the voice of Nawadahah. To the sound of flutes and singing, To the sound of drums and voices. In and out among the pine trees, Through the shadow and the sunshine Danced the graceful Helen Ferren And her classmate, Mable Lutz, ith them danced these other maidens, Ruth Van Loon, with eyes entrancing, Nettie Cavender, with soul of laughter, With them danced the stenographer Helen Peterson, by name. So they danced a solemn measure Treading softly like a panther, Then more swiftly and still swifter Whirling, spinning round in circles, ' Pill the wind became a whirl wind, Thus the merry Paw-Puk-Keewees Danced their Nymph Dance just to please them That the feast may be more pleasant That the time might pass more gayly. Margaret Maclver, brisk and busy, From an ample pouch of otter, Filled the red-stone pipes for smoking, With tobacco, from the South-land, Mixed with bark of soft red willow And with herbs and leaves of fragrance. In the shadow of a pine tree Sat the loving Ginnie Butler, Listless, longing, hoping, fearing, Dreaming still of a warrior lover In the land of the enemy, In the land of the Dacotahs. Peggie Stark sat close beside her Trying to console her class mate. llllllllillllllllllllllllllllllll!ll!!IIIIM!llll!llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!lllllllllll!llllllllllllll