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

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T 11 E 1 9 2 9 L 1 B E R T Y K (’ II O O F I- I B E R T Y TOWNSHIP II 1 Ci II SCHOOL Seniors’ Progress Senior Class Poem — ——i N 11125, thirteen pilgrims started from the City of = r Ignorance to the Land of Alumni. Now these pilgrims’ names were: Sam Walstra, Edward Gloyeski, George Shooter. John Riggs, Glenn Olson, W illiam llanrahan, -— Lester 11 ineline. V illiam Figolah, Melvin Smedman. Anna O’Connor, Edith Drake, Dorotha Gustafson, Norma Rehrendt and Evelyn Lundald. After journeying for some time, they came to the Slough of Despond, where Sam Walstra and John Riggs were caught. Further hardships caused the desertion of Anna O’Connor and Lester IIineline. Whenever the pilgrims yrow weary their Interpreters (Carlson, Corlew and Roekelmann) kept up tiieir courage. After nine months ot tiring travel the Delectable Mountains were reached, where they passed three happy months of rest. Now they entered the Land of the Sophomore, a country hilly and rough. A new pilgrim, Renton Blackman, joined their company, but the dangers of the Hill of Difficulty caused Edward Gloyeski to turn aside to the Land of Agriculture, and William llanrahan to the Field of Electricity. Two growling lions. Algebra and Geometrv. lay in wait for them by the side of the path, but as they came nearer they saw that the beasts were chained so they could pass without harm. When tliev reached the Land of the Junior, they found many things of interest. They saw strange sights in the House of Drama: a trial for Mr. Carlson and “The Perfect Little Goose. George Shooter became so frightened of Giant Despair that he made his escape to the Land of Jackson. They acquired a new Interpreter, Sti,„soi,. Their association with Mr. Talkative continually got them into trouble. ml now finally, they reached the Land of Senior, a rolling irountn that from its heights nffonle.1 a wonderful view over the limits of the west. One pilgrim, Dorotha Gustafson, was always looking at a distant field, and ere long she stepped across the stile into the flowery meadows of Matrimony. Of all the pilgrims that had started from the City of Ignorance, but seven remained. As (rmttiiined on Page Fifty-nine) Then liere’s to our class of Seniors That have struggled through four long years To make every day the best day I’ntil Commencement time should appear. No more shall we gather in September When Liberty’s doors open for you, For our task here will be ended With these books and classes we're through. No more shall we have these dear friendships. No more these glorious days; For us new paths will be opening Showing life’s various ways. So we bid farewell to school days, As Commencement eve draws near; And we write on our hearts, dear classmates, That “each day is the best in the year. — EDITH DRAKE. -------------o------------ Miss Stimson can run, by golly, ’Cause she tore like heck for the trolley. She’ll die like a martyr For snap went her ---------- shoestring. We all think she’s some baby dolly. ! Renton (entering Physics class): “May I shoot this period, Mr. Carlson?” -j- y- .t • . ■» Mr. Carlson (in Physics class, looking for the cat’s fur): “Where’s the cat’s flannel?” PAGE SEVEN