Liberty Township High School - Moraine Yearbook (Chesterton, IN)

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L. C. H. S. ’24. Page Five Senior Class History0 INETEEN Hundred Twenty-four Is called upon to record the deeds of her years of High School work up- on the pages of History. The histo- ry of our four years, which Is now nearing its completion is very in- teresting. In the beginning of our career in 1920, eleven girls and boys were enrolled. During these years we labored hard in the fields of Botany under Mr. Beider; Algebra and Latin under Mr. Lambka, and English under Miss Bands. Despite examination and book reviews the year closed. In 1021 we entered as Sophomores. At Christ- mas Algebra was finished, and we took up Geome- try. The tho’t which made us shiver. We also l egan to study Ancient History, which proved interesting. How tickled we were when we all made our credits. The latter part of May brought this year to a close. In 1922 we entered as Jolly Juniors. At Christmas we finished Geometry, and took up Commercial Arithmetic and American History. This year closed again with decided success. In 1923 we entered as Seniors, but four in numlK r. We failed to find our principal. Mr. Wright there, but his absence was replaced by Mr. Welch. We took up Physics under Mr. Davidson, and learned : “That a man will float in a bathtub full of water, because he displaces a volume of water equal to his own volume. We also studied English Literature, History, Physiology and Civics, which all proved inter- esting. This year has been one of much enjoyment. Ever since we came to L. C. H. S. we looked forward to this year with pleasure, for: “As Freshies we dreamed of it. As Sophs we longed for it As Juniors we envied it. As Seniors we have it.” This year of 1924 we wish to extend our thanks to Mr. Welch, Mr. Davidson and Miss Deopker for their faithfulness shown to us, during our last year's work. Before our departure we desire to say: Farewell. God speed you on your way; may your years be long and prosperous.” —LILA GUSTAFSON. 24. IN MEMORY OF EDWAKI) OLSON For two years and more we’ve missed him Missed him in our work and play. But we always shall remember His big smiles and winsome way. When the school bell starts its ringing, His sweet face we see no more; Life is short so we’ll soon meet him. Meet him on the other shore.

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Page Six L. C. H. S. ’24. Prophecy0 of Class of ’24 IMS to get up.” Ho, hum, what was that? I must have been dreaming. It was so pleasant and what was it all about? I had been at a Farmers’ meeting at L. C. H. 8. How strange It all seemed. Many of the children, who had been in the grades, when I was a dignified Senior in ’24. were now in High School and so changed were their looks and stature that I did not recognize some of them. I heard some one behind me say: “Why, there’s Catherine.” I turned around and who should 1 see In the hall, but Leona Ashton. I went out only to find a still greater surprise. There was Herbert Dalke and Lila Gustafson. How such a queer coincidence could come to pass was more than I could figure out to my satis- faction. Greetings being exchanged, our conver- sation naturally turned to the good old days we spent together at L. C. II. 8. I had spent my Junior and Senior years with them so there were plenty of jolly pranks and good times to turn back to. We acted more like we were Seniors once more instead of grown-up men and women. All had their stories to tell of what they had done after graduation, what line of business they had follow’ed. and how they had succeeded. Lila always said that she wanted to become a teacher and that’s Just what she turned out to be- She had worked for a while in Valparaiso and then taken a course in the Chicago University. She got her degree and obtained a position as teacher of Modern Languages at L. C. II- S. and later at Valpo High school. She had learned, meanwhile, what makes teachers get so cranky, especially when she thought of her own school days. Herbert had such a dignified air about him that I knew he must be holding some classy po- sition. I learned that he had completed a course -at an engineering school at Ann Arbor, Michi- gan. He worked hard to become an expert electri- cal engineer, and his labors had been well re- warded. He had a good position and was making much success at his work. He admitted that he never dreamed that he would ever make much use of some of the things which he had learned in Physics, but when it came to making his own way in this world he could make use of a great many things which had seemed useless to him before. Leona had once mentioned, while she was yet a Senior, that she could do nothing but take in washings for a living after she graduated. From her appearance now one would never suspect that such a thought had ever passed through her mind, even for a joke. She had done what all people should do. She had perfected her natural talent for drawing and art by taking a course in art at the Chicago University. She was given a posi- tion as illustrator for a magazine and had made a greater success than she had any idea of when she used to draw sketches for our annual six years ago. Of those past six years, I had spent the first two in working for and getting a business educa- tion and the next four in working my way up to a good position. I now was an expert stenogra- pher at Marshal Field and Company. A person isn’t unlucky all the time ns some people seem to think. Such a coincidence must be purely good luck- It does one more good than a day off to meer old friends and have a friendly chat about the past, present and future. All during the meeting we were in our old place, in the coat room, where we always used to be when there were any “goings on at the school house. We were just about to bid farewell with hopes of meeting again when I heard my morning call and I found myself still a Senior of the Class of 24. —CATHERINE DAU, ’24.