Horace Mann High School - Horace Manual Yearbook (Gary, IN)

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FACULTY STUDENTS ASSIGNMENTS ATHLETICS ORGANIZATIONS DRAMATICS SOCIAL ACTIVITIES This is school in action at Horace Mann! We have diligently worked to compile for you a yearbook which will give you a vivid living picture of that action. A picture which will remain a treasured possession of every member of our school. That you will reminisce over its con¬ tents in later years as you turn its pages, will be the realization of our hopes for a successful yearbook and we will be amply repaid for the hours spent on it. —THE STAFF O N T E N T

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Another year has rolled around, and again we bring to you the Horace Manual. Time has been fleet and as we muse over the past, the school years fly by in kaleidoscopic views. Slowly, at first, the pictures pass. As freshmen we observe ourselves nervously entering new classes; then as sophomores looking forward to being upperclassmen. Now the scenes, less dim, pass much quicker. Snapshots of our junior and senior years flash by. We grow dizzy with the sight! In fact it seems as if we were on a—yes, it is—a merry-go-round. A Merry-Co-Round of Studies, of Athletics, and of Play! A colorful spectacle with its pennants waving and stirring music coming from the calliope. Still the parade goes on! More pic¬ tures cross our screen of memories—a bit of the ‘Emperor ' s New Clothes,” a peek at the dancers at the Senior Prom, students in caps and gowns—. Suddenly, though not unexpectedly, indeed we’ve looked forward to it, our Merry-Co-Round comes to a stop. It is time to dismount from the horses we’ve ridden for four years and leave behind our pleasant high school days, for those students in caps and gowns are we, the class of ’35. Our ride is not finished, however, oh no, for there is yet the Merry-Co-Round of the Future, of Ambitions, and of Careers and ere long we take our second ride on it. A little less carefree, a little uncertain, and with the ‘‘best wishes and ‘ good luck of our friends still ringing in our ears, with steady steps we approach and mount our horses, and taking the reins with a firm hold we gaze deter¬ minedly into the somewhat awesome Future. What it holds and what it will give, is the great adventure of Youth, and they will explore it until they discover what they are searching for. For those, earnestly striving to keep abreast of this fast- moving modern age, there is always the brass ring, symbolical of opportunity, to be grasped, enabl¬ ing them to continue their ride on the Merry- Co-Round of the Future. And so we, the graduates of 1935, have tried to bring to you that spirit and never ending cycle, best depicted by the merry-go-round. May Cod grant that the shadowy dreams and visions conjured up by us become the beautiful realities of the Future.

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. -louice s lami c amp us T All through each day the whole year round, our campus is a joy, A memory locked within the heart of every girl and boy. WINTER The trees and the bushes were laden down With a heavy blanket of snow. The lagoon was frozen over And the wintry clouds hung low. But th e lighted windows brightened the scene For they seemed to tell quite clearly The story of all that went on within. Of the students they loved so dearly. SPRING With the coming of spring the scene was changed For the blanket of snow was gone, And the fresh spring breeze blew briskly Over the spacious lawn. The trees were covered with tiny buds. And the iris were ready to bloom While the air was filled with the fragrance Of the lilacs’ sweet perfume. SUMMER With summer there came a host of flowers Encircling the still lagoon, Whispering to the trees up above That nature was in tune. And the poplars stood there stately and tall. But the willows seemed to cry As they bent o’er the lagoon to meet The reflection of the sky. FALL The fall of the year came round at last And with it the frost came too, Leaving a riot of color behind Topped by a sky of bright blue. The balmy breezes of summer were gone And the wind blew colder each day, But something about the fall of the year Made the whole world seem gay. Winter, summer, autumn, spring, morning, noon, or night. Each one only seems to bring new beauty to our sight. —MARY K. SCOTT