Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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26 “Hose, whose ‘knight came riding ’ from France with his title and his millions only a few years after our graduation, is at present touring the Western states and will stop here a few days. Somehow 1 must manage to get the entire class here, that we may have a grand class reunion and pretend we are all together once more, trying to decide whether brown and gold or old rose and silver grey are more suitable for our class colors.” Another month found each of us, even Hussell from far away tier- many, around a banquet table in Kva’s home, with our hostess proposing a toast, ‘‘To the teachers who were so kind and considerate when we were thoughtless lads and lassies in tin Kouts High School. MABELLE PAUL, ’13. PICTURES THAT CAN’T BE PAINTED. A BELLE—Angry. Pearle—Deserving a demerit. Lenora- Without a smile. Emil—In school at nine o’clock. Eva—Undignified. Marie—Not lovable. Hussell—Unpopular. Katherine—Unromantic ? The faculty sympathetic. Oley—Without his Latin. Hose—A flaxen-haired maiden. . Mamie’s blush. Raymond—Without a handkerchief. Ella—Suffragette. Fred—Studious. 1. • 3. 4. 5. Registration. Invitation. Participation. Jollification. Much Flirtation. Tale of the Flunker. (i. Procrastination. 7. Computation. 8. Investigation. 9. Disintegration. 10. Evaporization. Soliloquy of the Mathematic Student. Fellow classmates and teachers Lend me your ears! I come to flunk in this test, not to pass it. The fun that one has lives long in memory, The learning is oft forgotten with the day, Thus, it has been in my case.

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25 a substitute and came to you. II’ 1 could allow you to talk, I suppose one of your first questions would be to ask why I was not at New York to meet you. I intended giving up my beloved work to go about with you for awhile and so I thought you would not care if I stayed with the Doctor for a few more days to care for her patients while she took a short vacation. She has been so successful that it is almost impossible for her to leave unless I am here and to the best of my ability take her place. Now you know ail 1 can tell you for a little while.” It was only a short time until 1 was again able to be about and finally 1 was able to go to my old home. Lenora, of course, accompanied me to see that 1 was properly cared for and at the same time to make up for the time we had been separated. One day there came a letter bearing the post mark of a town in Southern California. It proved to be an invitation from Eva for henora and I to spend the winter with her. It is needless to say that it was accepted. We found Eva in one of the most beautiful homes imaginable. Everything was lovely, every post and pillar, porch and drive was within itself a work of art. Within an easy driving distance of the sea shore, it surely was an ideal spot for Eva to entertain her friends and realize her dreams of former years. As we complimented Eva and her smiling, happy husband on their exquisite taste in building such a home they eagerly told me that another of our schoolmates, Emil Hofferth, had become one of the I'nited States’ best architects and that they had only been fortunate enough to procure him to superintend the building of their “little nest” because of his every-ready desire to do all possible for the Kouts Class of ’13. As we were chatting about old times, Eva said, “1 believe you have seen all our high school graduating class but Rose, Ella, Pearle, Oley and Fred, and I think I can manage for you to see them also in a few weeks. I am planning a house party for the end of this month and they are all to be with us. Ella, you know, is returning this week from Africa, where she and her husband have been doing missionary work for the past three years. They have been promising to come for some time, but it seems they are so successful and love their work so much that they find it hard to leave. But I do not think they will fail to be here soon. “You have probably heard of the Betterton College of Washington. Our friend Oley was its founder, besides having a few letters like L. L. I)., and M. I)., follow his name. Today I had a letter from him in which he promises to be here for our party. He will also bring Pearle with him, who is the superintendent of Trinkle Hall of Betterton College. “Fred Welch, now a wealthy plantation owner in the South, has been here with us for several weeks, but today is out to dinner with some New York men—probably buying more stocks in some company.

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ROLL CALL. Agnes Radilyaek Albert Honeliouse Mabel Salzer Georgia Miller Archie Callahan Louise Kosanke Lottie Hardesty Alice Kruell Idaline Trinkle Louis Paul Margaret Betterton Clara Detleff Donald McKinnon Bessie Wolbrandt Lester Hayes Francis Libcke Leo Shutske Ruth Danielson Wayne I locket t Ella Johnston Rose Welch Emil Hofferth Katherine I) razor Raymond Benkie Eva Noland Mamie Wolbrandt Olev Betterton Mabelle Paul Fred Welch Marie Ryan Russell LaCount Pearl Trinkle Lenora Kosanke Freshmen. Miehievious youngster. .....................So bashful. Quietness personified. Meek as a lamb. Why don’t you say something? Be good and you’ll miss lots of fun. Looks like a doll. Full of Freshmen questions. Will you love me, Harry? The giant (?) of the class. Hard to overlook. Strictly a Freshman. Sophomores. .........................What a laugh. One of the quiet ones. He thinks little, but talks much. ..............................A musician. Exceedingly precocious. Always brings an excuse. Use Allen’s Foot Ease. Seniors. A rosy, cozy, charming little bud. .........................She’s a blonde (?) Always on time. .........................A budding poetess. Papa gave me a nickel. Her voice was ever sweet and low. ....................1 love, but I love in vain. At the head of his class. Bright blue eyes and curly locks. .........................Innocence Abroad. .....................................Love-sick. Words are cheap and he spends them abundantly. ..................................Well behaved. .........................She never laughs? LENORA KOSANKE, ’13.