Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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were somewhat surprised to see our new principal, Mr. Alexander, take his stand and Mr. Robertson take the Superintendent’s chair. We were delighted with our jolly new principal and began to enjoy High School work. This year we were not nearly so frightened when “exams” came and we liked our Agriculture experiments fine until one day we had a severe explosion and one of our schoolmates was badly burned. After that we did our experimenting outside with no further accident. As the year rolled past and the Seniors began talking about Com- mencement, we wished we could enjoy such honors, such a great thing it seemed (to us) and a long way off. Oftentimes the sky looked cloudy and we wished we bad never started, but we were encouraged by both parents and teachers and kept struggling onward to the goal. Thus another year had gone and we again took our steps homeward, glad that the hard work was again past for a little while. All are again gathered in the assembly room when all at once, there is a cry, “What’s this coming!” Nobody knows. They soon find it to be the new “jolly JUNIORS.” Such a large class, the digni- fied SENIORS say. Only let’s see; there’s Alice Kruell, Louise Kos- anke, Florence Boedeker, Louis Paul. Why, where’s the rest? They’ve taken five subjects each year and are now among the Seniors. This is the year that the teachers are having their trouble. Mr. Alexander and Mr. Robertson have an awful time keeping the boys out of the “Cupboard” and the Juniors and Seniors will persist in going to the “Court Room,” as Miss Kring calls room C. Everything is excitement at school now, due to the organization of a track team and also the eleven agriculture boys are going to rent an acre of ground. This is the largest farm they can get at present as land is so scarce now. They tell me they will purchase a farm when they reap their harvest. We all rejoice over the new fire escapes and consider ourselves lucky that nobody has fallen off, as yet. We are very sorry to see the Seniors leave. Of course, we don’t want their seats, but if they really insist, we will relieve them for politeness’ sake. And to the present Freshman and Sophomores we want also to give a hearty farewell, hoping to see them in 1916. Thanking you all for your kind attention, we bid you a happy good- night. LOUIS PAHL, ’16. 24

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JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY. NE fine September morning in 1912 sixteen boys and girls: Harry Williamson, Agnes Radilyack, Clara Detlefs, Margaret Betterton, Georgia Miller, Idaline Trinkle, Louise Kosanke, Mabelle Salzer, Agnes Lauer, Lottie Hardesty, Albert Hone- house, Ralph Schwenk, Joe Weging, Myrna Warren, Aliee Kruell, and Louis Paid stood shivering before the doors of the K. H. S. We had not long to wait for an introduction to our teachers and so our work began. We started off with German, English, Algebra and Biology. As we looked thru our books, we groaned and thot of the hard times before us. The first day passed quickly. After we had gone for about a week and gotten started in our new work, we thot High School wasn’t so bad after all. Our troubles were renewed as •‘exams” approached. However, we all got our credits and were very happy, soon getting used to “demerits” and other like pleasant (?) things. Before the year was over five of our members bad fallen by the wayside. The rest kept struggling onward to the end of the year when we all took our books and went home rejoicing that we were to be “Presides” nevermore. In September, 1913, we returned as Sophomores. Counting our bunch, we found that a few more had straggled from the ranks. We 23

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ROLL CALL Seniors. Bessie Wolbrandt A blushing bud of innocence and bliss. Mabelle Salzer Modesty is the essence of purity. Idaline Trinkle Uneasy lies the head that bears the frown. Lester Hayes Those who live in a melancholy state, live miserably. Leo Shutske For e’en tho vanquished he could argue still. Albert Honehouse A bashful, mild mannered youth, also in love. .1 uniors. Louis Pahl A real chauffeur, generally in good luck. Alice Kruell One who to herself is true, and there- fore must be so to you. Florence Boedeker She speaks, behaves and acts just as she ought. Louise Kosanke Why don’t you say something? Sophomores Frederick Metherd At the head of his class. Anna Hartman I want to be a scholar and with the scholars stand. Hattie Hartman Young and good. Hattie Wolbrandt That childlike expression on her face. Emil Werner Nature hath oft her little joke. Emil Jarnecke His only labor was to kill the time. Bertha Drazer Exceedingly precocious. Genevieve Hannon The favorite of the school. Lydia Rosenbaum One of the twins. Leona Rosenbaum The other one. Sadie Welch Diss iss a hart vun to say nuttings about. Agnes Laurer Who said 1 laughed? Leona Williamson Her name is common, her virtues many. Paul La Count Too energetic for so small a fellow?? Bessie Williamson Simple, sweet and unassuming. Florence Nichols Brevity is the soul of wit. Warren Wright. He is all Wright. Fresh men. Harry Maxwell He walks as if he was stirring lemon- ade with himself. Dorothy Anderson With a smirk and a smile Her profs to beguile. Wilbert Dunkel He swings along. Laura Kosanke She improves with age. Marion Williamson All great men have big noses. 25