Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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Htfe’s iHotto WHEN your life seems dark and cloudy, And the world seems blank to you; But a voice within speaks loudly: What’s the use of what you do? Question not, but live and labor, Till your goal is won; Helping every feeble neighbor. But seeking help from none. For life is mostly froth and bubbles. But two things stand like stone; Kindness in another’s trouble; Courage in your own. —Anna Schussler.

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S is for Schuller whose future we see Who forever is smiling so happy and free. T is for training which we all have had; If it comes to naught we all will he sad. U is for universe. If we're not deceived, Where ’tLs more blessed to have given than to have receivi V is for Vera, so noble and kind; Others like her we’ll seek, but none will we find, w is for Wright who just bought a farm: lie of'en gives us a false fire alarm. X is for Xerxes won a great prize; But the way lie received it makes it small in our eyes. Y is for youth. We’re now in our prime, But are growing older from time to time. Z is for zeal, which it ever will take For seholars “to pass” and their credits to make. Raymond Williamson. '12. Comparisons arc (DbiouS LIKK conversation is the lettuce head. It must be fresh and crisp so very bright That better in it comes not to the light. Yet lettuce like most talkers is instead So apt to run to seed, that one is led To bless and welcome with sincere de- light. The sort which comes to heart, and this more white. At heart more solid and its freshness shed E’en in maturity. Also we find That lettuce like our conversation needs A deal of oil. a pinch of salt, pepper And mustard too, and vinegar com- bined ; But mixed with skill. This lettuce ever leads Society I ask naught better. Ethel Cannon. ’12.

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Class piograptp—1912 IN the month of September during the last year of the reign of Theo. R. (The Great) an even dozen comely lads and lassies with frightened looks upon their faces gathered to- gether in the balls of the dear old K. II. S. building. Old classmates of our home grammar school and strangers were all there waiting for the welcome of the comely professor. Finally, the last bell rang; and they heard the noise of the dreadful pencil which they were soon to learn was the signal to get to work. They then took seats wherever they could find them (the more learned members having taken the back seats) and waited to see what was coming next. They soon found that they were to try to develop their brains (if they had any) in solving for the great unknown quantity X.. and in delving in the mysteries of nature under .Mr. E. E. Wright. They also found that they were to try to learn the differ- ence between a noun and pronoun, adverb and adjective, and how to read write and speak Deutch correctly under the guid- ance of Miss Atkins. The second year brought them together again with a smaller number (three having left for other callings) but with a firm determination to overcome the obstacles of German. Algebra and Geometry, the Laws and Histories of The Ancients and English; and with a new resolution to devote at least a part of their time in study. At length the Sophomore days gave way to the Jiard work of the Junior year. During the Sophomore year three more classmates strayed from their sides leaving only one-half of the number that survived the fright of that memorable first day of their Freshie year. By this time they had become in the eyes of the Seniors “partially” civilized in all but their pronunciation, which according to their Prof, they have never yet attained.