Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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Class We Seniors have a tale to tell, Of our High School days in old Lowell. The Freshman Class of 1911, Surely was not sent from the realms of heaven, For we were as mischievious and as fresh as any, But not as green and backward as many. And as Sophomores we stood a good show Of being Juniors, don’t you know? And so we were Juniors the very next year And faced our troubles without a fear. But as Juniors we stood the test. And now we rank among the best; We’ve worked this year with brain and hand And scon will leave for an unknown land. Every one knows of the work we’ve done But no one knows of the fights we’ve won Except those who have endured our fate And wait for us at ambition’s gate. Our High School days have been “pecks of fun” But who can know till the race is run How enjoyable the days have been And that they would be glad to live them again. And now jolly Juniors we leave to thee The realms and reins to supremecy; And in so doing you leave your stand And the Sophomores take it at the wave of your hand. And to the Freshmen we give up sway And hope that nothing will them dismay, It ever was a giggling class— But that’s the kind that always pass. Here’s to the teachers of our four years! Here’s to the School we leave with tears! Here’s to the Class so tried and true For they were found to be true blue! “Let us then be up and doing With a heart for any fate Still achieving, s till pursuing Learn to labor and to wait.” Garnette Foster, ’15.

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In When I was in “Bosting” in 1920 with a company of Ly¬ ceum entertainers we were requested to give a few numbers at the World’s Exposition which was being held there at the time. While waiting for the afternoon’s performance I visited the Indiana building in which I met Fay Hoshaw, celebrated artist and designer of the building. Fay led me to the liter¬ ary department and there I found the article on “The Soul of a Woman” by the great journalist. Fern Hayden was ex¬ hibited as first prize. Henry Poppe was also enlisted in the hall of fame as “0. Henry” the second. With the opening of the programme I observed a pro¬ cession of fine saddle horses headed by the owner Joe Little on the winner, parading around the track but it was soon cleared to give the Athletes room for their feats, especially the runners. My attention was diverted by a handsome man who had joined our party and whom I recognized as Hal Weaver, now a wealthy man who had made his fortune in em¬ balming. When I again directed my attention to the track it cvas to give myself up to the excitement and eagerness with which the crowd was watching the swiftness and gracefulness of the runners. The prominent one who led the race and was the object of the crowd’s cheers seemed strangely familiar to me and as they neared the grandstand I was delighted to see in him, one of my old schoolmates, George Hayden. 3 en¬ thusiastically lent my cheers to the crowds as he reached the goal an arms length ahead of any one else. On going to perform my part of the programme I was informed that my accompanist had been taken very suddenly ill, but that a substitute was being sent in her place. When she appeared I was very much surprised to find that she was Miss Neva Tanner. While giving one of my selections I rec¬ ognized in my audience Miss Garnette Foster seated with about twenty-five children among whom she had been doing settlement work and a very aristocratic looking lady whom I knew as Lila Schmal. I was told later that she was a great benefactress, giving large sums of money to further the work of Garnette. On seeing so many of my friends I determined we should all meet in the evening and have a class reunion. We joined our party again before the races and were in¬ formed that Ed Minninger without doubt would be the win¬ ner, due to his skill as a driver and to the car he was driving which was a “Lambert” manufactured by Floyd Lambert, judge of the supreme court. Also I heard that Cecil Minnin¬ ger was entering the race since the Basket Ball season in New York was over. Cecil had established a world wide rec¬ ord as a Basket Ball star in that city. During the races a California driver was seriously hurt and taken to a hospital. While inquiring as to his welfare we met Lucile Dorris, a Red Cross nurse that had at one time been presented with medals by the kings of Europe for her noble work in the “War of 1915.” That evening Mr. Weaver announced his engagement and as a treat took us all to see “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” during which Ed fell in love with “Little Eva.” —Glen Pletclier, ’15.

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19 16 Just One More Year