Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL 27 Nothing was heard in the room but the smothered sigh of the High School, As they folded their hands and said, “ ’Tis the sin and tilt swift retri- bution. ’ ’ Next year we hope to be in the place of the illustrious Seniors, Upon whom we look with great awe and admiration. VERA KRUELL, ’12. FAMILIAR BOOKS. “The Old Curiosity Shop,” “The Deserted Village,” “The Simple Life,” “The Lost Cause,” “A Time of Trouble,” “A Friend in Need,” “The Mountain of Fears,” “To Have and to Hold,” “The Slavers,” “Sherlock Holmes’ Detective Storii ...............................Pn The Laboratory Baum’s bridge in winter season That of a Junior Credit in Geometry Examination days A Friend in Geometry class Our educational ascent Our credits The teachers s,” ... - f. AVright looking for absent ones GRACE GAY, ’ll.

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16 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL JUNIOR HISTORY OF CLASS ’ll. N THE old K. H. S. days in a hamlet the home of the .Juniors Assembled early one morning a group of youths and of maid- ens; Filled were their faces with light and their minds were filled with ambition, Faith, ambition and hope were all within them contending. Faith, in a small white roll, that was firmly clasped in their right hands; Hope, that it soon should prove the Sesame to portals unknown, Revealing unto their eyes the mystery and halo of High School; Ambition, to rule the world by delving deep in the “isms.” Only a dozen there were who had weathered the gales of O’Keefedom, Now to be guided on by the comely, the youthful Professor. During the Freshman year there were three who fell by the wayside, Mourned for by those who remained, for the name of classmate is sacred. Often down through the hall could be heard the sound of orations, Or the voice of debate as the Freshies waxed hot in contention. Then in the Sophomore year, “the dark haired, the beautiful Bertha,” Took the place of Miss Atkins and three now strayed from the class room, Leaving only one-half of all who gained the ranks of the Juniors, With only one missed from the number who started out in the autumn. Youngest of all is Dye, the admired reciter of history, Forever found with a book instead of his pen and inkhorn. Nor have the Muses forgotten the wonderful class of the Juniors, For they have given to Hoekett the envious gift of the reader; And unto Raymond (the Mighty) the power of music and figures, Power to be heard if not seen, which fills the class with amusement. Lacks’not the class for defense for they have the big gun, the “Cannon,” Equally ready for strife in either the Deutsch or the English. Only one more remains, the stately, the dignified Vera, Known unto all her classmates as Vera, the awful, the “Kruell.” Brief their history has been and their days have been uneventful, Save for one wayward step they took from the straight, narrow path- way, When together they glided and filled the hall with their music. Thereupon spoke the Professor embarrassed and culling his phrases, “ ’Tis not good for students to dance,” say the teachers, “This I have said before and again and again I repeat it.”

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28 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Eunice Nichols Fannie Hannon Lucie Biggart Marvtha Jones 1st Soprano 2nd Soprano 1st Alto 2nd Alto HEN you behold this picture here, and try to make it out, And wonder what, and who are they, and what they are about. I ’spose you’ll guess some wondrous tilings, I bet you will, no doubt. But say, don’t they look lovely though, all standing in a row, With that K. H. S. banner, that we admire so? Yes, and they’re .just as jolly as they seem to be, 1 know. Now if you want to be cheered up, or want some singin’ done, Apply to these here kiddos, and believe me, you’ll have some fun, For just the other mornin’ up in the High School room, These girls was goin’ to sing for us; ’twas silent as a tomb! Then such a tuneful harmony, such music as they sung! It filled the air with symphony, and measured accents rung About some little pickaninny, I tell you it was grand, But I can’t never sing like that, why it just beat the band. Then that ain’t all what they can do, you ought to hear ’em play, Just make that ole pianner talk! an’ I feel so young and gay Whene’er they start to singin’, and a-playin’ as they do, It most makes me feel like savin: “I’m just awful fond of vou.” LEVI E. STIBBE. ’ll.