Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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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.

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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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During this year they racked their brains for solutions of Geometrical exercises and for the power of understanding the philosophy of Herman and Dorthea. -Mighty were the debates waged in the American History class (‘11 and ’12) on the great topics of our ancestors’ time. C-old ran the blood during the recitations on the great tragedies. Hamlet and Macbeth. On one hot September morn in the third year of the reign of William (The Largo) the surviving members of the class gathered together again in the good old (K. II. S.) building to take for one year the place of the illustrious Seniors who had left them. This year they journeyed into the great land of Physics and Physical Geography; besides they all became “adepts.” in Commercial Arithmetic. Later in the year they were surprised to learn that each possessed poetic genius and great were the poetic inspirations after the mysteries of the foot and metre of poetry were crowded into their overflowing brains (most of the cells having already flown.) In History they learned of the evil doings of the “Dark Ages.” “The great awakening of the Riernisance.” and of the glorious “Reformation,” and the advance of nations in “Modern Ages.” Out of that mererv “blnch” of lads and lassies who were in the class at the beginning of the Freshie year only five re- main. But these five have stood shoulder to shoulder during the whole of our happy High School Life, and will always stand loyally by one another as long as any memories exist of the class of ’12. Paul R. Dye. ’12.