La Porte High School - El Pe Yearbook (La Porte, IN)

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But there I did forget one person who always did concern us And that is Mr. Holmes, the superintendent of the furance. Sinca this poem first was written, Death's hand has had its part, Miss Pritchard’s life away was taken; Her life has lost its art. We’ll ne’er forget the place she held, Of honor and esteem. Among the students of LaPorte High, Her iile a gem did seem. EDGAR JOHNSON, ’IS. CASES. Oh. yes. Karl and Kit Haverly, To cut them out don’t try. Because they're thick as they can be. Just speaking ’tween you and I. When you come right down to cases. Just speaking ’tween you and I. There's many a case of good judgment, In our dear old La Porte High. Ever hear of Solly and Nora? They say for one the other would die, And perhaps they do love each other, Just speaking ’tween you and I. There’s Gorden and Doris, true lovers. And you know that the cards never lie. But they say they’ll get married. Just speaking ’tween you and I. Here’s another pair. Kloe and K. Guyer, And often you can hear them sigh. “1 wonder where my sweetheart is,” Just speaking ’tween you and I. That’s right, there’s Lauretta and Olie, They’re always together. O my. I’d not be surprised if they’d soon be engaged. Just speaking ’tween you and I. Yes. there’s Schenck and Maebelle H. It’s mushy as custard pie. But I think it is too good to last. Just speaking ’tween you and I. There’s Edgar and Jessie, of course. Tho’ Jessie is somewhat shy. But no doubt she will out grow that soon. Just speaking ’tween you and I. Take Dave and Eileen Chaney, No I won’t make you cry. But their case is realy pathetic. Just speaking ’tween you and I. And for Florence there is Millard. Who is always hovering nigh. Because he really likes his little girl. Just speaking ’tween you and I. Ask Leon about Mabel Jones, Ask Mildred E. about Garland Spry, Ask Don about Miss Buckell, Just speaking ’tween you and I. Ask Jocko about Katherine H. Ask Theo about his tie. Ask Howard about his Helen dear. Just speaking 'tween you and I. Ask Kenneth about Miss Florence G., They’ll get there by and by. Ask Mabelle W. about Sidney B., Just speaking ’tween you and I. Now I consider myself fortunate, Please don’t ask me why. No matter what the name. They are all the same. Just speaking ’tween you and I. A. H. ’18. If Walter Hahn was lost, would Marvel Hunt? If K. Haverly froze and became stiff, could Pete Bender? If Marian Leliter turned red, would Jessie Brown? If Eileen was to be taken prisoner, would David Lin-Guard? If the Seniors wished to fly another flag, would Don Me-Dare us? If Bob Swan had a book, would Theo Reeder? Pago thirteen

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Three of them did leave us and of them we’ll ne’er forget. Mr. Bravy, with his cheery smile, his word of “do your best,’ Mr. Connelly, with his fondness for all things that tasted sweet, Miss Nowland, with whose English one never could compete. These three did leave our High School and of them we will repeat, That their help to us in High School benefits in life will reap. To take their places, came these two, Miss Johnson, Mr. Nielson. The former is quite “homelike’’ and the tallest in the squad. The latter is so recent that we haven’t gained his fad. Of other teachers we’ve a host, in fact there are so many That to walk around the school halls without bumping one is funny. There’s Mr. Wells, whose fluent tongue does that of girls surpass, And who’s so deep that oftentimes he’s the only one that laughs. Across the hall is Kelsay, the coach of all the teams, Whose handsome face did always gain the fair sex’s glowing beams. Mr. Immel is a business man and has not time for jokes, In fact he is so busy that he usually provokes. Now of all teachers that can keep a room without frequent commotion, Miss Anderson sure takes the cake and not a word is spoken. Mr. Simons teaches people how to draw and how to paint. Miss Pritchard tries to keep us from saying that word, “ain’t.” Miss Stevens, who from Indiana U just graduated, And who, from care and worry is freely emancipated, With giggles and with laughter she teaches French and Spanish, And when she starts to talk why then your speaking hopes just vanish. Miss Reynolds teaches pupils just how to “sprechen deutch,” She teaches them with earnestness and with a plaintive voice. Mr. Conner is the midget, and he teaches Seniors Science. He owns a farm some place down south, which he tills with stern defiance. He is a very single man and ’tis said, he’ll never wed. We hope, howe’er the day will come when he’ll yield and then be led. Miss Watkins teaches English, what to say and how to say it. Miss Faville teaches music, what to play and how to play it. Now Mr. Hefflin teaches one to saw and plane and file. Miss Wertman shows the girls just how to cook and bake and “bile.” All these compose the faculty, a group both short and tall, Through four long years they’ve helped us within the schools four walls. And now that we are leaving them to fight fate single handed, We know their teachings on our hearts have thoroughly been branded. Their faces and their oddities, their whims and all their likes Will always be, on land or sea, with us on all our hikes. Page twelve

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CAN YOU GUESS WHO? A man there was who like the girls An instructor sedate was he. He talked all day about beats (?) and whirls, And how plants and vegetables should be. One day two girls and he went out to farm, And work at it hard all day, And when the sun no longer did burn. They decided no longer to delay. Since both the girls bicycles rode And he, poor man, had none. One of the girls offered to increase her load, And ride him, just for fun. So they started out, with an unsteady gate, With the poor man badly scared. But they bumped along at terrific rate Till a ditch they both did share. The girl retained her seat with ease But he, poor man, fell down. Then the other girl his pains to ease, Offered to ride him to town. Again a start for town was made. And with very marked success For this time they no more falls had But hardships, nevertheless. Down Lincoln Way they wended their way Which was crowded with people many, For in the city there was a parade that day And for them no room was any. Of all the parade which was very pretty This scene was best of all. And all the people who were in the city Waited expectantly for a fall. Their expectations were soon fulfilled In a very alarming way When bicycle and both riders spilled Ker-plunk! in the middle of Lincoln Way. Then the poor man, badly fussed, Took to his heels in alarm, And he said, after brushing off the dust, That he would ride no more from the farm. M. J. S., ’18. Page fourteen