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

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Class History As Freshmen, we longed and worked for the time when we would be Seniors. At last we have reached our goal and like all things we strive for, there is joy in the striving and discontent with the attainment. Now we wish for all those happy days to be lived over again. Hobart High has done much for us; it has given us knowledge of various subjects, has taught us to respect our fellow-beings, and how to be “good sports.” Through the years we have worked with the motto, “1925 Efficiency,” and we have usually gained success by doing so. We entered in 1921 with an enrollment of 61. Miss Hartman and Mr. Warne, as our sponsors, worked enthusiastically to make this year the best ever. As “Greenhorns” we were socially active, having a weiner roast in the second month, a Christmas party and also gave the movie “Black Beauty.” We thought our- selves so clever, when we found that school life was not so hard as the upperclass- men had de picted. What inner self pride when we “got away” with anything with the teachers, like the prank of putting cheese on the radiator and thus scenting the room. As a grand ending of this year Miss Hartman gave us a party. The big event of the Sophomore year was the Hallowe’en party. We came into the limelight by winning first place for putting on the best stunt. Ah ! did we swell with pride? You see we haven’t forgotten it yet. This year we lost three of our members, “Mac, Les and Wes.” Mac went to see what that much talked of cruel world is like — but he came back though not to rejoin our class. Our Junior year proved difficult considering our studies. And again we show our ability as actors by giving the play, “Fun In a Photograph Gallery. We had reached a position where we could hold our heads up and look with disdain upon the Freshmen. We planned and worked for that great event, the Junior- Senior reception, with eagerness, and what a good time we had. Under the able direction of “Steve” as toast-master, the evening was merrily spent. Then came the beach party given us by the Seniors, in lieu of the tabooed “hunt,” where pickles and weiners disappeared with surprising rapidity. At last as Seniors we have finished the years once dreaded, now prized. This Annual records our activities and work of the past year. With the aid of our able sponsors, Missi Wimborough and Mr. Orr, we have done our best to make this year one to he long remembered. At times we have had to endure dissensions and set-backs, but always to rise and carry on. We do not look forward to a “cruel world” but to one for which we have prepared ourselves. There will be disillus- ions, sorrows, troubles, joy and fun, but that is the stuff life is made of. Mornings are mysteries : the first world’s youth, Man’s resurrection, and the future’s bud, Shroud in their births; the crown of light, life and truth Is stil’d their starre, the stone, and hidden food. Three blessings wait upon them, two of which Should move : then make us holy, happy, rich. Page Twenty-two

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I Farriette Shoemaker “I protest, for one; love is sacred. Now Harriette left us in January, more learning to pursue. But she ' s com- ing back to sit with her class. To us she’s always been true. Thelma Tolle To yet a few flowers, one must sow plenty of seed.” Now ' here, clear friends, is Thelma Tolle, so dignified is she; she studies some and talks with ease, in fact w ' e ' ll agree she’s quite carefree. Dorothy Travers Pier modest and graceful air Shows her wise and good as she is fair.” Now Dorothy is most loving and sweet, to have her in class is a treat ; much work she has done for our school, and has never yet broken a rule. William Watkins The only way to have a friend is to be one. William is one of our Basketball men and doesn ' t care for girls we are told. His grades run high, a fine record he’s made, in helping win victories for the purple and gold. Glee Wilson “ hear, yet say not much, but think the more. Glee is our commercial shark, type- writing, her favorite pastime. She has to learn sonnets because she comes late, but about it she is never heard to pine. Page Twenty-one

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Class IDill Board, of Education, Superintendent, Teachers and Friends: Upon behalf of my client, the class of 1925, of Hobart High School, 1 here- with present to you her last will and testament, and to receive from her dying hand the few gifts she has to bestow in her last moments. Cutting so rapidly loose from life, and finding so many things of gigantic proportions to be attended to before the end should call upon her, realizing at the same time that she had no longer any time left to spend in cultivation of her own virtues, she did collectively and individually, deem it best to bequeath these virtues in this manner. We, the class of 1925, in individual and distinct parts, being about to pass out of this sphere of education, in full possession of a crammed mind, well-trained memory, and almost super-human understanding, do make and publish this, our last will and testament, hereby making void all former wills or promises by us at any time heretofore made, or carelessly spoken, as the thoughtless wish of an idle hour. And first we do direct that our funeral services shall be conducted by our friends and well-wishers, our superintendent and his all-wise and ever-competent faculty, and that the funeral be carried on with all the pomp that our position as Seniors of “grave and reverend mien,” must certainly have deserved. As to such estate as it has pleased the Fates and our own strong hands and brains to win for us we do dispose of the same as follows : Item : We give and bequeath to the dear faculty, who have been our instructors in all wisdom of the ages, a sweet and unbroken succession of restful nights and peaceful dreams. Item : We give and bequeath to our beloved Superintendent, Prof. R. C. Allen, our sincere affection, our deepest reverences, our heartiest gratitude, and the whole unlimited wealth of our eternal memory. Item: We give and bequeath to the Junior Class all such boys and girls who were not able to to keep pace with us. Item : The following may seem but trifling bequests, but we hope they may be accepted, not as worthless things lavishly thrown away because we can no longer keep them, but as valuabl e assets to those who may receive them, and a continual reminder of the generosity of heart displayed in our free and full bestowal: First : I, Levi Bowman, bequeath my beautiful brown eyes to Donald Lee. Second: I, Lyall Bowman, bequeath my blond complexion to Raymond Walters. Third : I, Donald Burge, bequeath my position at Phillips Byall’s Drug Emporium to Clarence Hancock. Fourth : I, Blanche Burge, bequeath my literary ability to Reuben Anderson. Fifth : I, Irvin Burkman, bequeath my stately manner to Warren Boyd. Sixth : I, Altadena Carpenter, bequeath my basketball ability to Eunice Werner. Seventh : I, Evelyn Charpie, bequeath my permanent waves to William Bach. Page Twenty-three