Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL SI HISTORY OF THE FRESHMAN CLASS. NE calm autumnal day on the fifth of September, three maid- ens, Freya Snodgrass, Mabel Ogdon and myself, and five youths, Eugene Snodgrass, Harry .Jones, John Radilyaek, John Shutske and Lee Williamson, wended their way along the shady streets of Kouts to the secluded and most beautiful spot in the little town, the school grounds of K. H. S. With awe and timidity they entered High School, where under the guidance of their Superintendent, Professor Wright, they were launch- ed into the broad fields of Algebra, and learned “That History is a record of the progress of civilization,” and under the direction of their principal, Miss B. Tofte, they struggled to learn the language of the people across the ocean and to become more efficient in their own na- tive tongue, along with the latter the pleasure which every High School pupil experiences, that of writing book reviews, themes, essays, com- positions, biographies, etc. But they had not yet reached the first round of the ladder of High School when Freya and Mabel left their ranks. But they hope that those who remain may together reach the top round of the ladder, which is the present standing of the model Seniors of 1911. CAROLINE TOFTE. ’14. TO THE JUNIORS. ELCOME then you are indeed Juniors to take the lead. Never mind how young or small There is work for one and all. It is not the work, but worry That makes Senior life a dread; Quizzes, exams and tests you must know That almost upset your head. You think without doubt you’ll fail Until for your grades you call. ’Tis not the work but the worry That breaks the hearts of us all. If you’ll study hard and try With neither a complaint nor sigh; You may elevate your mind and then You shall be what we have been. MARYTHA JONES, ’ll.

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The K. H. S. Alumni Mac Benkie Glenn Cannon Grace Jones Kathryn Kring Oscar E. Knolls Claire Hannon Marie Beckwith Louise Boedecker Loyd Cannon Edith Anderson Anna Propp Pauline Kreeger Nyle Pierce Ethel Ailes Florence Young Janet Anderson VVm Schwauke Elisabeth Frye Arthur LaCount Clara Young Liga Cannon K. Cunningham Fred Chael Grace Cannon Jesse Betterton Teacher Kouts, Ind. Chicago, 111. Married Teacher Hebron, Ind. Teacher Kouts, Ind. Pitcher Denver, Col. Teacher Kouts, Ind. Teacher Kouts, Ind. Stenographer Chicago, 111. Farmer Kouts, Ind. Teacher Valparaiso, Ind. Los Angeles, Cal. M arried Teacher LaCrosse, Ind. Railway Mail Clerk Kouts, Ind. Lansing, Mich. Married Teacher Valparaiso, Ind. Teacher Valparaiso, Ind. Farmer Kouts, Ind. Teacher LaCrosse, Ind. Farmer Valparaiso, Ind. Valparaiso, Ind. Kouts, Ind. Married Operator Kouts, Ind. Kouts, Ind. Teacher Kouts, Ind. Columbus, Nebr. Lavin Laura Donley

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32 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL THE CONTEST. HE school year 1908-9 marked the revival of the spirit of oratory in this High School. With the talent in our school to- gether with a teacher in English, with great merits in elocu- tion and oratory, naturally arose a spirit, and an appreciation for the value of orator}- on our following careers. The last half year oratory was well rooted in the school and it grew, ranked and nourished in a supreme air. The contest was delayed until other schools were prepared, hut when we were led forth it was with much vigor. Eifteen entered the contest under the instruction of Mrs. Mc- Clure. In the first preliminary held at school eleven survived to enter it in the town hall. In this Otto Hofferth was declared as winner, but was closely followed by Byron Erwin, Levi Stibbe and Victor Arnold. The winner of the girls was Pauline Krueger, closely followed by Vera Kruell. Otto Hofferth was an orator. He had a lofty appearance, a beautiful voice and a magnetic power that carried conviction to the audience. When he arose on that stage in the College Auditorium of “Valpo” a feeling of pride, loyalty and enthusiasm rose in the breasts of a vast throng of Kouts students and citizens. He spoke in an easy, cool and forcible manner. After the introduction, came a rising in- flection in his oratory, old. grey haired men back in the audience raised from their seats, leaned forward, with steadfast eye, with ears intent and quick short breaths until at last the seeming dream passed away. There was a pause, a silence, there could have been heard a pin drop,