Huntington North High School - Modulus Yearbook (Huntington, IN)

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-MODULUS- — Editorial It is a recognized fact that the boys and girls of today will be the citizens of tomorrow, who will take into their hands the destiny of the nation and the welfare of its people. The country is demanding intelli- gent men and women to carry out its program for the future. The boys and girls, in turn, are becoming more cognizant of the fact than ever be- fore, and, as a consequence of that realization, Huntington High School boasts larger enrollment each year. Its well organized and practical system of instruction has placed it in a position of paramount importance among the other high schools of the State. This year again the school is turning out a finished product in the shape of Senior Graduates. It is natural for the people of this community to inspect this product with the same cool scrutiny with which they criticize any form of merchandise before purchasing it. In reality they, as taxpayers, have contributed un- selfishly to the support of the institution which makes possible this pro- duction of young men and women who carry certificates of knowledge bestowed upon them by the high school as an expression of ability and labor on the part of the students. The taxpayers desire equal return for value expended and it is proper that they should do so. Thus, the school might be termed a medium of exchange whereby capital is bartered for intellectual attainment. It has been the purpose of the Editors to make this thirteenth volume of the Modulus a true reflection of the life and activities of the Huntington High School, whereby all who scrutinize its pages may ascertain its ac- complishments and judge it accordingly. To those who have contributed their time and talent to the creation ( of this volume, the editors wish to express their sincere appreciation: to ( I j i Paul Morse, we are indebted for the management of the finances ; to Mary t jl Jones, we owe much thanks for her original production in design-work and I i sketches; to Neil Crull, who secured for us the advertisements of the loyal ' i ' business men of Huntington, we owe much gratitude; and to the Literary i j Editors, Jeanette Sale and Nellie Hammel, and all the committees, we I wish to express our appreciation. ' j The Fort Wayne Engraving Company proved to be most helpful in ! j suggesting various features for the annual, as well as satisfactory in fur- I i nishing cuts for the volume. The U. B. Publishing Establishment co- ) i operated with us well in the printing, as did the Rickert Studio in photo- j graphy, and the Molloy Company of Chicago in the production of the ' i covers. I Miss Koch, our class advisor and a member of the faculty, came to i our aid many times with cheerful and ready assistance. To her we owe I a great portion of our gratitude. I I Another school year is ended and the 1924 Modulus is published. I Opus confectum est. i The Joint-Editors.

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D It J CThe Modulus Staff Joint Editors — Ernia Burton and Merrill Ruble Business Manager — Paul Morse Advertising Manager — Neil Crull Art Editor — Mary Jones Literary Editors — Jeanntte Sale and Nellie Hammel COMMITTEES Organizations Richard Weybright Velma Van Dine Ruby Weller Brice Ware Clyde Buckingham Calendar Gerald Young Thelma Morgan Clarence Scott Armond Gemmer Caroline R. Redrupp Snap-Shots Margaret Steele Harry Montague Dale Stouder Josephine Glenn Dorothy Grossman Sports Jokes Music and Drama Joe Hollis Austin Schell Mary E. Pratt Arthur Finn Dorothy Mullin Kathryn Juillerat Lowell Williams Nondas Rudig Norman Poinier Marvel Shultz Pauline Mahoney

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. — —-1 1 U Jl L 1. L S ' WRONG NUMBER It was a dark and drizzly night when I stepped out of the last per- formance of Dipping Down in Sin. I sought the comfort of my twin-six Cadillac parked along the curb, but just as I started to leave the curb, j a man hustled up with a cop, saying that I was trying to steal his car. I I remembered then that I had left mine at home. I had the wrong number. ' I was taken around to the station and there I tried to e,xplain, and told .-r them to call 773400 A for identification, which they did. The party an- swering the phone said that they had never heard of a person by my name. I had given them the wrong number; I never can remember it I anyway. They would not listen to my explanations as they thought I , was bluffing. They gave me cell 13, wrong number for luck. My father I heard of my arrest and bailed me out in the morning. , I hurried home to phone my girl. She had been peeved with me all week and that was the reason I went to the show alone. When I asked her if she loved me she said, yes and asked me to call to see her. I left the earth only to come back with a thud. It was the wrong number; I had called the the Old Maids Home. I felt desperately sick so I sat down in a chair to think things over. I was somewhat bilious since I had the wrong number of vitamines for breakfast; my head hurt because of my hat, which was two sizes too small. My feet I hurt because my shoes weren ' t mates; they were the wrong number. I Finally I decided to end my discomforts once and for all. I went ( down to the hardware store and bought some cartridges for my auto- ( matic, but they would not fit, for lo and behold, they were the wrong 1 number. So I went down to the store again and in order to make sure, I got a razor and some rope. When I returned home and attempted to hang myself from the chandelier, the rope broke; it was the wrong number, being too light in weight. I turned to the razor as the final relief, and found that the hardware dealer had given me a safety, as I did not speci- fy the kind. I rushed to the French windows expecting to step out on- ' to the balcony for air, forgetting that some carpenters had removed said bal- t cony the day before. I fell two stories to the ground, breaking my neck. You ' will probably wonder how I am able to tell this story, yet it is all very ' simple, I am telling it to you through a spirit medium. The medium may tell you the message is from Heaven. But, no, they have the wrong ' number. J On a dark and Willys Knight a Pathfinder set out to locate ' the Chevrolet. On this trip he was forced to Ford the Hudson and Dodge Overland in his rush to make a Paige in history. With a load of Saxon he was struck by a Pierce Arrow and was knocked ' Cole. I • Many a man lets rust gather on his brain who wouldn ' t dream of letting it gather on the radiator of his car.