Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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 FOLLIES AND FOIBLES Narae Age Present Occupation Future Occupation Ideals Habits Bessie Forgot President School roarm Neat note books Studying Mabelle Soon be an old maid Cartoonist Affectionate wifey Dreaming Looking N. E. Idaline Sweet sixteen Marshall Keeping order in class Confirmed old maid Credits Looking ahead Albert Bashful fifteen Poet Haven't decided To be happy Whispering lister Who wants to know Teaching School Licking the kids To be obliging Thinking Leo Never counted Historian Don’t know To master German Writing notes - IDALINE TRINKLE. 15 • « )

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the Seniors places the following year. We took Agriculture, History and Geometry under Mr. Alexander and English under Mr. Robertson. In our last year we were very much surprised to hear that three Sophomores were too wise for .Juniors and had joined us as Seniors. As Seniors we all studied diligently with the hope of getting our diploma. This year we studied English and Physical Geography under Mr. Robertson and Agriculture and History under Mr. Alexander. The class of 1915 consisted of but six boys and girls, hut we hope that in the future the school will be able to send out larger classes to start in the world. LEO SHUTSKE. ’15. GEOMETRY. VIETRY, Geometry, That is my favorite book, you don’t believe just what I say, Then come and take a look. When one sits up for half the night And figures circle and square, But still he cannot get it right It almost makes him swear. An angle, a line, they differ a lot, But coming right to the point An angle is formed right at the spot, Where two lines make a joint. Solid, surface, line, and points, These are things to know. I sit and study till stiff in the joints And still my grade is low. To prove a circle not a square Is nonsense thru and thru, So your nice pencil you may spare For to prove it, is not in you. I now will write my last sweet verse, For ’tis time to go to bed. You’ll think of Geometry with a curse, When I am long, long dead. ALBERT HONEHOUSE, ’15. 14

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CLASS POEM. When first before the school we stood, To us all this was new, The rules were “to all be good,’’ And “to all right and faithful do.” As years rolled by our knowledge grew, And many friends we gained, When we started a subject new The outcome was not feigned. awaited hours have come at last, When Seniors must depart, Our minds are filled with things of the past When on unknown life we start. 16