Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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The day had been beautiful, and as I came home and sat down, I realized that the old world had treated me pretty good after all. The thought entered my mind of the wonderful success the Class of ’28 had had, during its four years as part of the Kouts High School. Happy as I was , I seemed very restless, so I got up and wandered through the house. As I entered the living room, the fireplace seemed to beckon me to it. The bright flames, lit up the room, so that objects were distinguishable, there- fore, I did not turn on the lights, but sat down in the cozy old rocking chair before the fireplace. The warm fire made me feel drowsy, but the question came into my care-free mind, “What would the members of the class of ’28 be doing ten years from now.” The fire began to crackle, and this attracted my attention. It seemed as though it wanted to answer my question. Upon giving closer attention to what the flames had to tell me, I began to see far beyond the flames. I looked into what almost seemed a different world. I could see the visage of someone I knew. As it grew more distinct, I could see that it was no one else but Lawrence Knopinski. He was sitting at his desk drawing plans for the construction of an electrical power plant which was soon to be erected for the purpose of supplying all the northeastern states with electricity. I could see that Lawrence had made his success as an electrical engineer. Looking into the flames it seemed as though I could hear a great rumbling noise. As this rumbling ceased, I could see an aeroplane circling Page eighteen 19 2 8

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 KOSER1AN Vaughn also introduced girls’ basketball into the high school. Melba Rosenbaum represented the Sophomores on the girls’ team. Ken and Jim again represented the class in spring baseball. The Sophomore year passed quickly away because we had become ac- customed to high school by this time and the mysterious upperclassmen were not so mysterious any more. A few members of the class were in plays given by the Juniors and Seniors. The others who were not given parts looked eagerly forward for their Junior year when they could give a play. We started on the third lap of our journey, as Juniors, by electing Melba Rosenbaum, president; Thayne Beall, vice-president and Lawrence Knopinski, secretary and treasurer. Miss Sheffield was again appointed class sponsor. Mr. Vaughn was back and Miss McCabe had taken Mrs. Lesinsky’s place. This year passed swiftly and uneventfully, because of a misfortune that Kouts suffered, school activities were tied up, the Junior play that the former Sophomores had looked forward to so eagerly had to be abandoned. The class was still represented on the athletic field by Ken and Thayne, who captained the basketball team. Melba once again represent- ed the girls. On the baseball field we found Kenneth and Pinney Som- mers. Upon entering our Senior year we found that Thayne had left us to go to LaPorte, Indiana. We found Mr. Payne in Mr. Vaughn’s place, Miss Case had taken up Miss Sheffield’s duties and Miss O’Donnell was filling the place made vacant by Miss McCabe’s leaving. Lawrence Knop- inski was elected president and Melba, vice-president and Pearl Mclntire, secretary and treasurer; Mr. Payne, class sponsor. The year has rapidly slid away without many happenings. Ken and Melba have played their last game of high-school basketball. We are looking forward to the Junior-Senior Prom and the Commencement exer- cises. As we are about to leave we think of those who have fallen by the wayside. Yet having been with us for a while, they may return to high school and go on with their work. Our most serious thought now is, “What are we to do now since we have the knowledge but not the experience that the business world de- sires?” But knowledge is a necessity for one to gain success. May we use the knowledge that we have gained during four years of high school to an advantage! Our hope is that our future will be as bright as the past for us and for the other classes leaving the Kouts High School. —Maurice Pumroy. 19 2 8 Page seventeen

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over a field. In a few minutes it had descended and as the pilot stepped forth, who should it be but Pinney Sommers. He was now a successful air- mail pilot, his route being between New York and San Francisco. Still, from those flames I could see great masses of something white. In a moment these masses of white had tapered down and then I could see a hospital before me. The scene changed to the interior of the building and there I saw the many thousands of patients being cared for, by the faithful nurses. Stooping over the bed of a small child I could see a nurse that seemed to draw my attention. Looking again I could see that this dark-haired nurse was Pearl Mclntire. Just as I was about to speak to her, the flames rose higher and the vision of the nurse vanished. The old logs did not stop burning, but seemed to say “Watch On.” I then could hear a sound which seemed like the roar of water. The sound became very plain and then a great steamship was before me. It came so near to me that 1 could see its passengers. Though the captain had his back turned to me, I could see him, a tall, well-built man. As he turned around, it was Kenneth Perry, just who I had expected him to be. The roar of the water grew fainter until it was completely gone. Again the scene changed and before me were thousands of people, moving hurriedly onward, until they approached a large theater. The lights flashed off and on. I could see the name of someone I knew. The lights flashed closer until the name of Maurice Pumroy appeared. In a few minutes it was revealed to me that Maurice was the leading character of the evening’s performance in a great New York theater. Again I could see many strange faces, and they were speaking a very unfamiliar language. Jack Dittmer was a professor in Hong Kong, China, teaching these people many things of which they were so ignorant. Before me I could see a judge pronouncing the winner of the world’s Corn Producing Contest. The one holding all the honors was Ewalt Jahnz, as he had produced the ten best ears of corn in the world. This corn had been grown on Mr. Jahnz’s farm, back in our old home town, Kouts. Again the scene changed and I could see myself as a gymnasium teacher. What could please me, Melba Rosenbaum more, than to spend my life in getting young folks interested in basketball and other sports, as this had been my lifelong ambition. —Melba Rosenbaum ’28. it 9 2 8 Page nineteen