Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL 23 HISTORY OF THE KOUTS HIGH SCHOOL. INASMUCH as this is the first attempt in the history of the Kouts High School to put out an annual, we deemed it fitting to give as accurately as possible the past history, showing its growth from a two years’ course to the highest rank of High School—that of a commissioned. The first class to graduate from a two years’ course completed their work in 1901. From 1902 until 1906 the course consisted of three years’ satisfactory work. In 1907 the term was lengthened to a four years’ course, hut the school was placed on the certified list. This year also saw the acqui- sition of two more teachers in the High School faculty, namely: prin- cipal, and music and drawing instructor. This same year Mr. Wright began his career here among the Kouts people as superintendent of the school, being the successor of Professor Shull. Miss Viant also, who remained with us three years as instructor in music and drawing, her place this year being filled by Miss Felton. Until 1907 there had been but one instructor in the High School, but this year as the school was growing so rapidly, a second was needed. The first principal was Miss Leech, the second Miss Atkins and the third Miss Tofte, who has remained with us two years. In the spring of 1910 the school received its commission, of which it may justly be proud. Thus the class of 1910 consisting of but two members, Clara Young and Arthur LaCount, were the first to receive their diplomas from a commissioned school. The class of 1911 is the largest in the history of the school and of course we are proud to be members of this class, yet in our fullness of heart we sincerely hope for the growth and the advancement of dear old K. H. S. as long as time endures. ARTHUR ANDERSON, ’ll.

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22 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL School was prominent. The town had an energetic, hustling air about it, the children about the streets appeared clean and well-kept, a little park had been laid out and promised to become a beautiful spot. I questioned the agent at the depot and found that the Guardian Angel of the town was Nora Denton. After leaving school she had set herself to the difficult task of reforming Malden and she had succeeded admirably. She had established the V. W. C. A. and was the means of establishing the Y. M. C. A. associations there. She was training the literary taste of the people and had a public library well under way. And the many lessons of agriculture which she had absorbed under tlie careful guidance of our former Professor had not gone for naught. A number of the citizens were rapidly acquiring fortunes by the intense farming which they practiced in their hack yards. In thinking over the old classmates with whom I had so strangely been brought in contact during the last few days, 1 wondered if ever again we would all he together, if the various lives we were leading could ever be thrown aside for even so short a time as to allow us to be our old natural selves for a few hours—and I found myself longing to step into the shabby little office of the old K. H. S. and find there ten boys and girls ready to “pitch into me” for being late for class meeting. GEORGE E. JONES, ’ll. “CURLOLOGY.” Such an artistic face, Of lines “up to wisdom.” All curls have their place, Make young and old handsome. Our Prof, has his share; Each curl has its place, As they cluster and fluster ’Round our noble man’s face. His meaning is well, He can’t help the crooks, That adds to your pleasure As you feast on his looks. But the reason is plain, How could he be surly With such beautiful hair, So soft and so curlv. CHAS. HANDLEY, ’ll.

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24 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL LEBEWOHL! To German now we say good-bye, It grieves me so I cannot speak, So now you know why I do cry, It makes me sad—week after week. We never used to frown nor pine, Nor failed our duties to perform, When long lessons had been signed, Which came at night—sometimes at morn. We now have conquered with success, As the year draws to its close, This work we ne’er tried to repress, Oft though it worried our repose. Through many an hour by slow degrees, And straining toward our final goal, We finally proved our pedigrees, Which rests so much upon our roll. LUCIE LEE RIGGART ’ll.