Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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RESIGNATION. (CLASS POEM) HERE is now tlie smile that brightened, Every Senior’s noble brow ? Has not their faces lightened Since they are parting now! Not yet lost is all the perfection Gained in High School’s merry reign. Wisdom alone claims direction, May we anchor here again? Passing years in pleasant weather Golden Rule’s best teaching heed, Soon on other shores will gather After wanderings vast indeed.

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16 Our German lessons were a thing of the past. We began the study of Latin. Ere long we were able to conjugate “atno” (love), one of the most important words in the Latin language. Physical Geography having been completed the first half of the term, we took up the “History of English Literature” under Mr. Rob ertson. In due time we became familiar with the “Poetic Forms, especially the “love-song.” This year has been one of much enjoyment. Ever since ye came to K. H. S. we have looked forward to this year with pleasure, for: “As Presides we dreamed of it, As Sophs we longed for it, As Juniors we envied it, As Seniors we HAVE it.” We have trodden the path behind ns and not always did we find it any easy one. Many were the times we experienced the scratches of thorns where we had expected roses. But despite the many trials that confronted us. we the class of ’Id and fourteen in number have stood shoulder to shoulder in fair and stormy weather. The result is that we are the largest graduating class K. H. S. has ever produced. When glancing back over our High School days it seems but a very short time. And as these dear days are now drawing to a close we cannot help but experience a feeling of sadness, for soon we will part from those with whom we have been associated these four years. Many are the warm friendships we have, formed these four years and it is a sad experience to part from them. We wish to extend our thanks to Miss King, Mr. Wright and Mr. Robertson for their faithfulness shown to us, through this our last year’s work. But we must be off with a firm determination to conquer the new fields which confront us. But before our departure we desire to say: “Farewell, God speed you on vour wav; mav your vears be long and prosperous.” ' ' ' PEARL TRINKLE, ’13. SIGHT TRANSLATION. RIGHT student picking up Caesar—Latin’s a cinch. Listen: “Forte dux in aro”—forty ducks in a row. “Passus sum jam”—pass us some jam. “ Boni leges Caesares”—bony legs of Caesar. “Wicissim”—we kiss ’em. And yet he wondered why they laughed.

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18 Pleasant hours are swiftly flying. Making haste to untrod ways. New days dawning, darkening, dying. Snatch away our care-free days. Tempus fugit. E’en our tears Fail to tempt him to delays. Thro’ history’s column he steers. Only Hope and Friendship stays. Tasks of duty and changing dreams Hear the same familiar strain, While music and plaintive themes Hush melodious thro’ our brain. School days fly, our youth depriving, Far removing fondest years. In return for truth and striving So banish all distracting fears. Science, art and language wended Teachers noble, grand, serene. Have our narrow realms extended Nearer shores before unseen. New tasks every day beset us. Thousand varied duties call, Summoning each to hope and trust. Face them boldly one and all. Could we come our minds pledged Youthful visions to content? Can the bird remain unfledged Ever in the foliage tent? Phoebus’ chariot often brightens As he nears the golden west. So we hope our mind enlightens All dark trivials to divest. Not with cloaks of inky blackness, Not with visage most deject, Nor our eyes with tears of bitterness, Can our inmost soul detect.