Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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While races of mankind endure, Who treads at ease life's uncheer’d way— He will find the path of duty pure Nobler than this, to fill the day. Like the moon thy life appears; A little strip of silver light. Let not the shadowy disk of future years. Conceal thee as in gloomy night. For often may our burdens seem Greater than our strength can bear. Heavier than the weight of dreams. Strive on and meet them everywhere. Through the years successive portals. Through the bounds made from afar. Trials often made us startle. When we tried to reach a star. Our Aims all will various be. Fate alone can stand the test; For Victor he must ever be If he can prove himself the best. Like waves along a broad sea-beech When the sand a silver shines. It was thus we our endeavors reached. And thoughts along some lines. The Past and Present here unite Beneath Time’s flowing tide; Our friendships formed with pure delight. We hope may long abide. Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, Something still remains undone, For time will soon teach us the truth. Then, await the rising of the sun. Our goal’s not reached by a single bound. But by slow degrees we steadily rise; And as we’re advancing round by round May our Aims prove just and wise. Vera Kruell, ’12.

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Jfootsteps of Htfe (Class Poem.) WHEN our days of life are num- bered, And destiny alone can tell How many a one has slumbered, Only try and do things well. Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear; Stil o’er youth’s scens our mem’ry wakes Which we have borne and yet must bear. A voice from out the future cries, “On, on”—but o’er the Past Ah, starry Hope! that dids’t arise But to be overcast! Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set. When self-sacrifice of life begun. We surely then can ne’er regret. The echo of all human fame. Is not attained by sudden flight; Give eternal honor to Ilis name Though our hearts grow weary, ere the night. By hope, we help to save mankind Whose shadows round us spread; And drill the raw world for the march of mind. Which some do always dread. We trust, we resolve, we hope, we pray. As time runs on into the past. We may borrow the wings to find the way: And shall, while the world shall last. Tho’ world on world in myriads roll Round us each, with different powers. What know we greater than the Soul And other forms of life than ours?

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Class m [i WE, the Seniors of Kouts High School of the year nineteen-hundred-twelve, being sound jof mind and body, despite the shocks received from brain storms, verbal escapades, adjective surmonts and an over abundant supply of words from the uneditted dictionary, do this day under name and seal bequeath to and request of the undersaid persons the following things. Firstly, we do appoint Oley Betterton, Russel LaCount and Raymond Benkir as a committee to execute these our last wishes. To the infant class of next year—the power to overcome fear produced upon entrance to the Freshman year—free ac- cess to the Dictionary—ithe left over funds from the nineteen- hundred-twelve annual to purchase “plenty of (table) spoons and double seats.” To the Sophomores of next year—the Wright to debate in Ancient History, a (K)ring muzzle to produce vocal quiet- ude—a carpet to muffle the stampedes—and the right to travel. To the Juniore of next year—the power of delving into the philosophy of Lyonmouu and Ioravloi—a few members of the fairer sex tin as much as they are minus quantity—and an in- stinct to carry them beyond the Bugbeans of Geometry. To the Seniors of next year—the back seats—the privi- leges to eat cherry High-balls in time of school—the back yard as a waste basket for orange and banana peelings— patriotisms in American History—the Wright to spark in Physics Laboratory with the static machine—Jhe remains of the walking Cannon—«Kruell Dictionary—power to maintain diacritical markings throughout the year—the Wrightness of the Rigdon Grammar—and we will grant to you the poetic license for the last half of senior year—and lastly the right to fly your colors. To Mr. Wright next year—the right to hold pugilistic con- tests after school—the “rule” to measure every one by—a “cooked” Peary book land Amundsen (a mounsooned) Scott chronicles for the physical Geography class to promote the in- terests of the geographical poles—and our physics note-books. To Miss Tofte next year—a vacuum cleaner to pick up the pencil shavings —an extra hook in the office for visitors’ hats1— the Christmas present that we didn’t give to her next Christ- mas. To [Miss Felton next year—a little more power to drum out the Bass,—a megaphone to magnify the Altos and Tenors, —a grindorgan to subdue the Sopranos and a microscope to