Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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r:: : : :r: : mantilla. A crowd was trying to push its way through the many flowers around her. She took her hands and pushed back the bouquets so that the people might gather near her. The scene was located in a magnificant dressing room back of the Metropolitan Opera House. All at once a smile came over the face of the beautiful woman, and I recognized my old pal and classmate, Leila Rosenbaum. She was the greatest Prima Donna in the world. With her baby daughter, Dolores Carmencita, she was living in New York with her Italian husband, the conductor of the new Philhar- monic orchestra. Next to appear was a large massive building, located in a progres- sive and beautiful city. Everybody seemed to be hurrying and rushing about. Something of importance seemed to be happening. I could see a tall, thin, blonde man standing on a platform. He was demonstrating a new combination of coffee grinder and vacuum cleaner. The large build- ing, which at first seemed dim, now took on a clearer appearance, and I was able to see that it bore this sign, “The Wandry Dept. Store, 271 South Sixth St., Evansville, Indiana.” Of course, the tall man with the combina- tion coffee grinder and vacuum cleaner was none other than our easy-going old Roy. I was so astonished at what I had just seen that I scarcely noticed that the scene which had so surprised and thrilled me, was giving place to another. 1 saw a room full of people, leaning foreward in breathless and eager anticipation. There was the judge with his gavel by his side. Attorneys were sitting at tables, with their faces streaked with perspira- tion and showing signs of the strain which a hard-fought legal battle al- ways brings. The man accused of murder slumped down between his guards, as the star witness was being entangled in a mesh of conflicting answers. The rapid, fire questions which were being shot at him by the prosecuting attorney, who, 1 saw, was our fellow classmate, Helen Knopin- ski. Things moved swiftly. The questioning stopped. The lawyers made speeches. 1 felt a shudder run over me when I heard the voice, that used to admonish the class of '26, saying, “Gentlemen of the Jury, 1 demand the death penalty for this man.” Things kept moving swiftly. The speeches were over. The dooomed man was led away. As of old, Helen had gained her point and had lent to justice a helping hand. Still looking into the crystal ball 1 saw myself in the white uniform of a hospital nurse. Thanking the old woman and pressing something into her hand, 1 happily slipped away from the camp. Because of what I saw 1 now looked toward the future with great anticipation. What could be nicer than for me, Louise Johnson, to spend my life making life inter- esting for sick, feverish people and handsome young internes. Louise Johnson ’26. It U I! Twenty-three

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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

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:::::::::::::::::::: :::::x::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ii ? CLASS WILL We, the class of ’26 of Kouts High School, being of sound mind and body, and in the presence of witness thereof, do hereby bequeath our special Senior privileges and our back seats to the class of ’27, and our surplus knowledge to the Freshmen. We, Louise, Helen, and Leila, bequeath our ability to get A plus in deportment to the class of ’28. 1, Louise Johnson, bequeath my excess dates to Edith Pietsch and my admiration of shieks to Mable Mockler. I, Leila Rosenbaum, bequeath my prima donna voice to Doris Miller and my ability as I'ing leader to LaVerne Cannon. 1, Helen Knopinski, bequeath my comfortable residence in the back of the room to Melba Rosenbaum and my ability to get Physics to Gladys Knolls. 1, Ancil Beall, bequeath my ability to kiss on the stage to Jack Dittmer and my power of concentration to James Prevo. I, Roy Wandry, bequeath my surplus height to Arthur Heiniger and my knowledge of Bookkeeping to Maurice Pumroy. I, Lewis Hiland, bequeath my drug store complexion to Fenimore Biggart and my ability as cave-man on the stage to Thayne Beall. I, Ancil Beall, bequeath my ability to carry five subjects and have three free study periods a day to Bob Hofferth. 1, Louise Johnson, bequeath my ability of- never getting tardy marks on my report card to Marion Titus. 1, Roy Wandry, bequeath my place in the orchestra to Gladys Pietsch. I, Helen Knopinski, bequeath my ability in collecting dues to the treasurer of the class of ’27. I, Lewis Hiland, bequeath my ability to study when everyone has “Spring Fever” to Kenneth Perry. I, Leila Rosenbaum, bequeath my ability to get “ads” for the Annual to Emma Herring. We, the Seniors, bequeath to the Sophomores our ability for being excused four days a week and having no classes the fifth day, and our ability of “getting together” to the Juniors. To this last Will and Testament, we affix our Seal on this twenty- second day of May, 1926. Cl,ASS OF ’26. Twenty-four :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::