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

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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

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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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:« 19 Eighth: I, Vincent Chester, bequeath my powers as a physicist to William Messick. Ninth : I, Laura Fiester, bequeat my ability to play the piano to Edmund Bartos. Tenth : I, Emma Friedrich, bequeath my powers to “toot” the cornet to Grace Rossow. Eleventh : I, Kathryn Grinn, bequeath my beautiful eyes to Nick Havrilla. Twelfth: I, Clarence Harney, bequeath my ability as an orator to Edwin Scharbach. Thirteenth : I, James Hawke, bequeath my eye for “baskets” to Stanley Glenn. Fourteenth: I, Emma Jackson, bequeath my fifty words “per” to Byron Mellon. Fifteenth: I, Arthur Johnson, bequeath my good common sense to Alma Belle Mattix. Sixteenth : I, Edward Mellon, bequeath my “stand-in” with the librarian to Johnny Stewart. Seventeenth: To the Freshman Class that is to be — any over-looked cuds of gum we may have left adhering to the underside of desks, banisters, assembly seats or any other likely or unlikely places. Eighteenth : I, Leona Niksch, bequeath my good looks to Isabel Roper. Nineteenth: I, Robert Nitchman, bequeath my “shiek” ways to Eli Price. Twentieth : I, Helen O’Keefe, bequeath my German nationality to William McAffee. Twenty-first: I, Elna Paxton, bequeath my flaming red hair and the temper that accom- panies it to Mr. Lawler. Twenty-second: I, Josephine Peer, bequeath my ability to shoot baskets to Madalyn Campbell. Twenty-third: I, Stephen Ripley, bequeath niy ability to put the students to sleep by my orations, to Mr. Orr. Twenty- fourth : I, Vera Rowe, bequeath my power to charm Mr. Orr to Vance Reed. Twenty-fifth: I, Clarence Schnabel, bequeath my obesity to Gordon Argo. Twenty-sixth : I, Harriett E. Shoemaker, bequeath my love affairs to Ethel Mulligan. Twenty-seventh: I, Dorothy Travers, bequeath my excellent grades to Ralph Hawke. Twenty-eighth : I, Thelma Tolle, bequeath my raven tresses to Myrtle Schultz. Twenty-ninth : I, William Watkins, bequeath my ability as a glib conversational ' st to Max Brand. Thirtieth : I, Glee Wilson, bequeath my diminutive size to Harry Coons. And we do hereby constitute and appoint the Principal sole executor of this, our last will and testament. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we, the class of 1925, the testators, have to this, our will, set our hands and seal this twenty-second day of May, Anno Domini, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-five. SENIORS. Witnesses : Little Old Clock on the Mantel. Blue-Eyed Sally. Christopher Columbo. Page Twenty-four