Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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m m it finally reached was the very door Of the H. S. of Kouts, A here many had gained that honor before. Of which we had no doubts. Day after day, week after week, Our faculty guided us thru, Surely not in vain did we seek The knowledge that steadily grew. May we ever cherish dearly Memories of these years so gay, For they’ll help us see so clearly, Over many a trying way. Now by sweet breath of friendship fanned, We are parting on our way. When wandering on a far off strand We may be glad to say: “What were the happiest days of youth? I can say without a guess, Many an aching heart doth soothe. Memories of K. H. S. Dreams do come to everyone, Of the present, future and past, But when a new life is begun, For a while friends “dream” your last. These glad days will soon be o’er And our masters shall depart, Of their help we’ll get no more, When alone we’ll have to start. Days of High School do remind us, We can all successful be, And departing leave behind us, Honors some one else will see. Whither in this world so great, We wend our separate ways, For unknown now is the fate That awaits us in future days. 17

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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

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Be it friend or Ik it foe, To him we will confess, Schools may come and schools may go, But none beats K. H. S. So we ever fought unyielding, For the honor of the school, And the weapon we were wielding, Struck for a precious jewel. Now gone forever are the days, Sunk away in time gone by, We now must go our separate ways, And depart, K. H. S., with a sigh. Our wishes are all of the best Students of K. H. S. Stick bravely to the school, lest You fail in vour success. ALBERT HONEHOUSE, ’15. FAMILIAR BOOKS. The Harvester—Senior when school days are over. The Spy—Seniors on exam. Westward Ho—Seniors going to Heyward’s Studio. Old Curiosity Shop—The laboratory room. Scarlet Letter—Flunker’s mark. Northern Trails—Road to Valpo. Step by Stej)—To the desired goal. Reign of Terror—Our exams. In His Steps—The Juniors. Vanity Fair—Domestic Science exhibit.