Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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::::::::::::::::: : n::::::::: Our curriculum this year consisted of United States History by Miss Hutton; American Literature by Miss Coleman; and Algebra by Mr. Baker. Here our paths divided and some took Geometry by Mr. Baker and others Economics by Miss Hutton. Mrs. Dorney taught music and Miss Kruell had the pleasure of keeping Assembly several periods while we were present. It was during our Junior Year that we acquired fame in “Dramatics” by presenting the play entitled, “Am 1 Intruding,” under the splendid coaching of Miss Coleman. Our fourth and last year has proved to be the best of all. Our saddest thought is that Mildred James is no longer with us. Mr. Vaughn teaches Bookkeeping and Physics and Miss Sheffield English Literature, Vocational Information and Civics. Miss Coleman, now Mrs. Lesinsky, Miss Kruell and Mrs. Dorney were back again, but having their hands full of Freshies and Sophomores, did not get the Senior Classes. At the end of the second month. Mrs. Dorney left and Mrs. Zimmerman took her place. This year we have set the example of Dignified Seniors in the hope that our lower classmates will follow us. We have worked hard and with the aid of our parents and teachers hope to go forth in May with smiling faces and carrying our dipk mas, to face the world and always remember our Motto, “Through Trials to Triumph.” Leila Rosenbaum ’26. :: :: :: :::::::::::::::::::::::::;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: m :::: : :u m Twenty-one

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:::::: ; ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I H SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Listen my children and you shall hear, The Senior History of this year. How on the first of September in ’22 Twenty green Freshies entered two by two, With six now left the tale to tell Hote one by one by the wayside they fell. The green leaves of summer were tinted with the bright shades of autumn when we entered the old K. H. S. as Freshies. We were as green as others had been before us and waited in the hall until the ringing of the last bell bade us enter. Making a mad rush to get the remaining back seats we were disappointed to learn that the front seats were assigned to Freshies. The first day we became acquainted with each other and learned that our class consisted of twenty members; namely, Louise Johnson, Helen Knopinski, Helen Griffith, Helen Collier, Alice Griffith, Ruby Goodpaster, Mae Noggle, Lucille Kosanke, Evelyn Kamrad, Laurette Lyon, Mildred James, Bernice Wolfiom, Albertena Landfadt, Roy Wandry, Lewis Hiland, John Herring, Cecil Apgar, Lionel Finney, Harold Clause and Leila Rosen- baum. We next became acquainted with our faculty and learned that Mr. Bell taught French; Miss Moran, English; Miss Kruell, Domestic Science and Mr. Bryan, Algebra. “Oh,” we thought (and still think) “if only we could meet the man who introduced Algebra into our schools?” At the end of the second month Mr. Bryan left and Mr. Glenn took his place. It was during our first year that we received 100 per cent in deportment and acquired the name of “The Most Ambitious Class Ever In School,” a name to which we still adhere. The following fall we returned but part of our class was missing, Mae Noggle and Lionel Finney were going to the Morgan High School, John Herring, Harold Clause, Ruby Goodpaster and Albertena Landfadt had also drifted away, but Ancil Beall was added to our ranks. This year Mr. Roberts taught mathematics; Miss Moran, History; and Miss Jones, French and Geography. To the disappointment of all Miss Kruell and Miss Shortz did not have any of our classes. Again we received high grades and were progressing well, when Mr. Roberts resigned and Mr. Burrus took his place. This year much of our bashfulness had vanished and we even ventured to whisper when no teacher was present. The third year we were seven. Laurette Lyon had joined the ma- trimonial ranks, Evelyn Kamrad was going to school in Chicago, Lucille Kosanke was taking a business course in Michigan City, Alice Griffith was attending the South Bend Business College and Helen Collier, Helen Griffith and Bernice Wolfrom were also missing. We did not know of their intentions but were sure of hearing from them in future years. Twenty

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::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :rrrr txxxiiEEESaog 1 i CLASS PROPHECY 1 Last week, while 1 was driving along in my car, I began wondering what the future had in store for the best class that ever darkened the doors of old K. H. S. Presently, while I was still deep in thought, I saw something white in front of me. Being anxious to learn what this was, I pressed hard on the accelerator. Soon I could see several white tents, covered wagons, and horses. Close by a bright fire was burning. A band of Gypsies was gather- ed around the fire. The girls and women were all arrayed in their bright colors of red, yellow, and green. The gleam of the campfire played on their sleek black braided hair, and on large earrings of yellow gold which had probably been handed down from mother to daughter for hundreds of years. Where the campfire threw its brightest light, several couples of Gypsies were dancing the old tribal dance. The jangle of the tambourines, the swish of the many colored skirts, the smile of the dusky Gypsy maidens, and the hilarity of the swarthy youths gave evidence that philosophers have been right in main- taining that a Gypsy knows no care. Apart from the wild exuberance of the Gypsy youths sat an old woman gazing into a crystal ball. Getting out of the car I went towards the place where she was. She seemed to divine the purpose of my coming. Moving over, she motioned for me to sit beside her. “The class of ’26, K. H. S.,” I said. Her mumbled chant began. I looked into the ball and things began to assume form. At first I could discern nothing but an indefinite mass of white. Looking closer, things began to take shape more clearly. 1 could see an object which took the form of a man. He was garbed in a scientist’s uni- form and wore rubber gloves on his hands. Before him was placed an apparatus which seemed to be very complicated and puzzling to his broad mind. Presently, he ran his hand through his hair and yawned. Instantly I began to believe that at last I had found a clue to his identity. Here was our old friend, Ancil Beall, trying to discover what makes a Ford rattle. As I peered into the glass again, the vision of Ancil disappeared and in its place I could discern a faint object that looked like a large patch of green grass covered with beautiful flowers fenced in by a large hedge. 1 saw a man standing in the middle of the field with his arms about some- thing, which was white, soft, and fluffy, and had bright sparkling eyes. Looking again I saw the coy, fluffy, little thing shake its head coquettishly and turn its eyes towards those of our old classmate, Lewis Hiland. This was Lady White Fluff, the world’s prize winner of the world egg laying contest, and our Lewis was her proud owner. She belonged to his large poultry farm south of Kouts. The chant of the Gypsy continued. The scene began to fade away. Gradually another one took form in which the central figure was a beauti- ful woman in a costume of sunny Spain. The senorita’s hair was dressed after the usual Spanish fashion. Upon her head was a beautiful lace 0 :: '3 3 3 3! 3.3.2.; Twenty-two