Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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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 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

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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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 SENIOR POEM “Through Trials To Triumph” Four long years have been spent studying and climbing, And from our duty we never did shirk; Even though in trouble, we were always smiling, Trying to be first in our work. Our teachers have toiled with us from day to day. Making our greatest task seem a pleasure. And now we appreciate it in every way. Holding it dear—as a treasure. The days we have spent in the classroom together, In our memories will always be clear. We will think of them as days that were better, And to us they will be most dear. Time will soon tell if our work was in vain; As task after task we shall encounter Bach lifting us to a higher plane, We cannot expect to escape without a ponder. We take leave of our dear old school And stand on the threshold of our greatest task. We can face it bravely for we have our scroll All the knowledge we acquired from the past. O’er the mountains and hills we have climbed. Finding school life a rough and strong road. All the days we have counted and timed As we looked forward into life’s abode. Helen Knopinski ’26. ::::::::::::: Twenty-Five