Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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cRoll Call SENIORS Gara Dctlefs—“Now, when I grow up—” Louise Kosankc—“Can you imagine that? I-ouis Pahl— I claim 1 can do ’er!” Alice Kruell—“Well, that’s what I say! Florence Boedeker—“Say! What’s the lesson?” JUNIORS F’aul Count—“Aw, piffle! What do you want to l»et?” Frederick Methred—“My mama tied my tic.” Anna Hartman—“I haven’t time.” Edith Smith—“I.ook here, girlie.” Leona Rosenbaum—“Who took my gum? Lydia Rosenbaum—“Well, isn’t that what I said?” Leona Williamson—“Now stop that!” Emil Werner—“Down with the Seniors!” Emil Jamccke—“I love the ladies!” Florence Nichols— Oh, do you think so?” Sadie Welch—“Gee! Don’t ask me.” Bessie Williamson—“I do, too. Hattie Wolbrandt—“I can’t get that old stuff.” Hattie Hartman— Stop that noise! Bertha Drazer-—“That makes me tired!” Agnes Laucr—“Oh Gee!” SOPHOMORES Harry Maxwell— You’re not big enough! I-aura Kosanke—“Let's mix their rubbers up.” Wilburt 1 Junk-el—'“Haw! I law !” Dorothy Anderson—“I ct’s play hookey!” Ruth Wandry—“Gosh! 1 don’t know.” Jessie Mansfield—“What’s it to you? lessie Blachly— Well, how do you do that? Edwin Koester—“A-a-w!” Dorothy Detlefs—“Well, gee whiz!” Anita Rosenbaum—“Now put that down!” Bethel Wheeler—“You should worry!” Josephine Cincoski—“For goodness’ sake!” t FRESHMEN Muriel Deopker—“I don’t care.” Vivian Wolbrandt— Docs my hair look all right ?” Louise Bcnkic—“Got your algebra?” Lillian Riuker— I should worry!” Milan Starky—“I don’t know.”’ Clarence Jamecke—“Oh, shut up! Marie Quirk—“Well. I should say so!” Arthur Behrcnds—“Huh?” Frederick Rosenbaum— Think yer thmart! Theresa Crow— Wait a minute, kid. George Wandry—“Aw, I can lick him! William Abraham—“You got the cards?” William Johnson—“I'll bowl you a game. Florence Boedeker. ’16.

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 P gt sixteen A Glimpse at the Future A tier I finished my education at Kouts High School I took ;t four-year course in Electrical Engineering at Purdue Uni- versity. Before beginning hard work 1 decided to travel abroad for a few years as a sort of vacation. When I had spent four years traveling in Europe and Africa. 1 returned to America. As electricity had always been my hobby I began to make im- provements m sonte of our modem electrical machinery. 1 soon grew tired of this and decided to invent and perfect something new. It was in 1933. in Los Angeles, after I had invented perpetual motion, that something wonderful happened to me. It was on August ninth, as I was slowly walking down Broadway deeply absorbed in my own thoughts, a loud crash came to me and ail was dark. I was immediately thrust into a deep dungeon with a very small light. Beside this light stood a small dwarf with a wand in bis hand He l eckoned to me and waved his hand; a picture l:cgan to form before my eyes. It was a liattlefield, and in one comer of the picture was a girl caring for a wounded soldier. Near her stood a Itandsome doctor. She turned her face. I gasped. and rushed toward the picture, but it had vanished. I iiad recognized the face to be that of Louise Kosankc. Before I could say a word another picture formed. It was in a fashionable part of Gticago. and here was a lady speaking to a large crowd. When she had finished the crowd l»cgan to cheer and seemed to choose her out of several as their leader. As this esteemed lady l egan to move 1 recognized her as Florence Boedekcr. who had always been a suffragette at school. The picture again vanished. 1 waited breathlessly, and I was not disappointed, as an- other picture formed and sweet music bejpn to play. I saw a lady playing the harp. Soon she began to sing. In all my travels in Europe 1 had never heart! such music. Could this be?—yes. it surely was Alice Krucll, who had always been so bashful about playing the piano at school. The picture vanished, and the music stopped suddenly. I again watched closely. This time a most wonderful paint- ing met my eyes. In one corner was the one word, Leonilla. As this picture began to vanish, the dwarf pushed me with his wand. When I 0] cned my eyes I found myself in a neat hospital, and as I stirred in my lied a nurse and doctor who were standing near rushed to my side. I started. Here indeed was Louise and the handsome doctor whom I had seen in the picture. This man I learned to know as I guise’s husband. I asked bow 1 happened to l c in the hospital. Ixniise said, You were run down by I.conilla’s touring car. Who is Leonilla?” I a ked. Ixjuise said. Why. that’s our old classmate, Clara Dctlefs. She is the most wonderful artist in the world. She showed me one of I.eonilla’s pictures, which I recognized as the one I had seen in the dungeon. As I was recovering in the hospital I had many callers, and among them was the esteemed Leonilla. We had a long talk and had a very pleasant afternoon together. When I had fully recovered 1 decided to follow the dwarf’s advice and find the rest of my classmates. I had not far to go. as I found Alice Krucll. busy with her music and entertaining foreign friends, in San Francisco. There yet remained Florence lioedekcr to find. After a long search 1 found her in New York, surrounded by her many friends and busy with the suffrage ques- tion. I found time to see her a few minutes and talked over old times. I told her how I had found my classmates of K. H. S. and thought it a very wonderful adventure. The President. ’16.

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