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

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The Modulus Templeton ' s room because of the geometrical atmosphere a nd the excellent geometrical figures above the boards. Pupils learn here that geom- etry is not simply a study to puzzle them, but that it is used in practical fashion in mechanics and art. Mrs. Templeton is always discovering new ways to impress the pupils with the uses of mathematics. Then we leave the dear old Geometry charts that we so diligently learned to visualize so we could hit the royal trail to graduation, and turn our attention to the big economic and civic prob- lems of today. There is not another way we could hope to develop better citizens than to place our students in a course directed by Miss Xellie Thrailkill. Her charming personality is such that it leads our boys and girls to the path of better citizenship. While we study our English page by page, We recall the poems of inspiration and law Interpreted by Miss Hazel Cage; Her ideals and goals are very fine- It leads us to the helpful Sunshine. In this world of work and strife, We can all profit by her life. Now we leave the cage and in the next room we find the bird. We hear high notes, low notes, and blue notes produced by the Glee Club di- rected by Mrs. Vivian Branyan. Her untiring patience is appreciated and recognized by all the students of Huntington High School. In the next room we hear a little melody, similar to this, (a+b) X ( a+b)=a 2 +2ab + b 2 This is the well-known theme song of the Algebra class, taught by Miss Dorothy Ridgway. Now, students, bear in mind, learn this melody for yourself, and don ' t take a chance on copy- ing it from your generous neighbor. But, Fresh- ies, don ' t worry, she ' s a loyal friend, and will stand by you if you are willing to work. Besides knowing her abc ' s, don ' t think she doesn ' t know her curves and angles. The first thing we learn in Miss Beatrice Brown ' s class is amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatus, amant. Although Latin is a dead language, Miss Brown ' s smiling and magnetic personality brings it to life once again. We have never seen her put pebbles in her mouth, but we know that she puts across the fundamentals of public speaking. We leave the first floor and ascend the steps to the second floor. Miss Florence Weiford is little but mighty. One stern look from her will prevent all un- necessary noises and disturbances which might occur in the library. If you don ' t believe this, try it, and we ' ll promise you a change of scat soon. What could be more conducive to study than the quiet atmosphere and the large smiling volumes longing to be used? If you are feeling blue and want your men- tal attitude reve rsed, step in and say ' Good morning to Mr. Scudder. His jovial, kindly face will invite you to catch his optimism, and of course you will want to linger; but his able as- sistant, Miss Metta Leedy, will see that he is not imposed upon. But before leaving this office, we notice the large table around which the members of the school board gather to discuss the affairs of the institution. While E. V. Fitch, President of the Board of Education, and his colleagues have been hut names to many of us, their influence has worked in untiring efforts in our behalf. To them is due our heartfelt thanks. All three members of the Board, Mr. Fitch, J. L. Brenn, and Winfield Sutton, are business men of the city, and amply capable of manag- ing all finances of the district, electing teachers, providing supplies, and building schools. Be- cause there are so many duties which require much time, and the salary is only a small com- pensation, the members accepted this trust given by the public, only in a spirit of public service. Taking a short cut through the book room, where are kept all those volumes that we rent to store in our lockers, we notice a desk. Here Shock, W. A., not electric, has his office. While here he supervises the vocational work in the city, and then goes to one of the rooms to teach vocational guidance. Ah! we move on. We are entering the very portals of the green carpet room, where Mr. Byers holds court, passing judgment, and telling us why crime does not pay. Mr. Byers ' discus- sions in English are a bugbear to all Seniors in this course, as their gray matter is their only resource. Although this subject does cause quite a few white hai rs, we all enjoy it immensely. It is possible to get by some of the courses and miss the acquaintance of those teachers, but there is one shy lass with whom every student during the last six years has become acquaint- ed, and how we count those pass slips. She has a cute little habit of checking up on absentee lists by telephone. Have you guessed who it is? None other than Miss Fredith Langley. As in the spring a young man ' s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, so we turn now to Miss Ella Moore ' s room, where pervades that poetic atmosphere. It just wouldn ' t be our dear old High School without her. Yes, she teaches that dignified subject — English. All sluggards and cowards, afraid of work have no business there. (Continued on Page 12 ) (

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The Modulus Passing in Reuieu? 3N ORDER that the members of the class of 1932 do not forget a single one of their august Masters and Mistresses, we will conduct a tour from basement to attic of the most notable edifice in all the city of Hunting- ton, namely, Huntington High School. Upon entering by the John Street entrance, we take the stairs to the right, leading to the basement. Oh! dear, that terrific noise. No ef- ficient teacher allows such lack of order. We open the first door to the left and, well, there is no disorder at all; just a room full of busy boys, making pretty things in woodwork, under the careful eye of Hugh Brown guiding, criticising, and directing all this buzz of activity. While we are here, we will just go through the shop and see what is on the other side. First we stumble over bicycles, and then dodge under a stairway, and finally find our way to a door What ' s here? No pupils, and what a funny room. Oh, this is the storeroom where Mr. Riser, ( Oh pshaw! let ' s call him by the name we love, just plain Jim ) doles out supplies to all these teachers. We ' ll not tell all Jim does. No sir, but he is a master at his work, and by the aid of his able assistants, Emery Telfer and John Mosher, we challenge anyone to find in the state as well- kept building as we boast. Here is a bit of gossip about Jim, He has a sweetheart which is that little black beauty ( Buick Straight Eight) and a baby was never more tenderly cared for or adored than is she. Jim and Mr. Scudder are often found courting her together. Retracing our steps through the woodshop, we cross the hall, and enter a room of still more noise; but we have learned by this time that noise, down here, means constructive work. Fred Mahoney, wearing the smile that doesn ' t wear off, is lord and master of this domain of forges and lathes. From here we go down the hall to the right and by way of the boys ' dressing room enter the gym, where we find the long and short of it, Miss Ruth Luther, and Harold Sonny John- son. Both are newcomers to the portals of H. H. S. All new things are interesting, especially when they come single. Sonny Johnson hap- pens to be the guiding star of the 1932 Viking ship, while Miss Luther weeps and wails for a bigger and better Red and Black girls ' hardwood team. Next we take a peep at the girls ' dressing room and pass Miss Luther ' s spacious office as we wind our way to the club room. Ah! mel- ody, harmony, and discords emanate from with- in. Here ' s where Mr. Weesner, the big boy who breaks the batons, strives to find the lost chord in the horn section. His untiring efforts, in developing a band, of which we are all proud, are worthy of mention. Out in the hall, a few sharp turns, up the steps to first floor, and urn, um , — those de- licious odors. Of course they lead us to the cooking room of Miss Emma Kline, who is a girl ' s real pal and a pal ' s real blessing, especial- ly if you are hungry. This sanctuary of hers is not unpopular with the boys, either. She knows and understands a little secret she is willing to share with you, girls. Here it is: The way to a man ' s heart is through his stomach. There are times when she is positively indispensable. For instance, try launching a Sunshine party without Miss Emma Kline steering the launch. Indeed, she teaches home nursing, dietetics, cooking, sewing, and vocational biology. As we stroll through the immaculate kitch- en and dining room we find that, presto chango, we go from a kitchen to a miniature hospital, with all accessories. A trained nurse Mrs. Eliza- beth Sayle, is there, always kind and sweet, and ready to minister to a stomach ache or a broken bone. Here also, we meet Mrs. Hazel Bechtold, the truant officer, or, as she is officially desig- nated, the attendance officer. If you don ' t know her, there ' s an easy way to get acquainted — just play hookey. A hint to the wise is sufficient. Then in room 109, there is Miss Alice Kline, prim and demure, but efficient, nevertheless. A veritable home maker. An artist in the knacks of cooking and sewing. That isn ' t all she is; but as many can attest, Miss Alice Kline proves a sincere and unassuming friend. Wait just a minute! Let us step into room 108. Girls, just girls, are here, and we should view this course with much respect, for here we find the future home-makers. Miss Emily Boyd, another new teacher this year, has proved her- self a valuable asset to our school in teaching home decoration, clothing, and foods. Right next door is our High School ' s handy man, J. E. Michael. His special line of work, mechanical drawing, often makes him a target for extra work, but his genial disposition quali- fies him to help everybody. We can all readily recognize Mrs. Carrie

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The Modulus (1) Forge and Machine Shop, F. C. Mahor.ey; (2) Wood Shop, Hush Brown; (3) Store Room. James Riser Emery Teller. John Mosher : (4) Boys- Gym Cla«, Harold Johnson; (5) Girls ' Gym Class. Miss Ruth Luther: (6) Band Class in Club Room, Delmar Weesner.