Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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Th2 Freshman Class Left to Right Back Row— Elvah Spry Rosa Buckley Ora Zartman Rubie Surprise Mary Little Bessie Stuppy Bertha Stuppy Ernestine Belshaw Vessie Mahler Velva Moxell Violet Hayden Gladys Buckley Mildred Foster Ruth Berg Georgia Baker Imogene Strickland Fern Tanner Remonia Strickland Lucile Hepp Hermenia Kimmet Mabelle Thompson Grace Rudolph Irene Barber Mildred Surprise Rosalind Fidler Front Row— Stanley Peterson Allen Black Loyd McVay Ernest Bahr Glenn Surprise Dorsey Right Fred Minninger Wilfred Weaver Ralph Cable Cecil Kelsey Lyle Trump John Bruce Wade Maxwell Virgil Scritchfield

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FRESHMEN. Like a fish out o’ water, Like an auto out o’ gas, Like the first day of school, Is the Freshies’ Class.

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History of the Freshmen Only a week, no more, Had passed in the bright September, When Lowell again opened her High School doors, To welcome each new member. From the north and south, east and west, Came boys and girls so gay; Brave in ribbons and ruffles and dressed in their best Were these forty-six Freshmen that day. Every seat was filled and still There were more, about four or five, Who had to sit with others, until More seats could arrive. Also the hooks in the halls Had to be multiplied, Whereon to hang their scarfs and shawls, And bonnets with flowers beautified. The Freshmen of course must organize; So they elected as if in law, For their president Glen Surprise, And as his vice Ernestine Belshaw. For secretary and treasurer, Wilfred Weaver and Bess Stuppy. In meetings to quiet the noise, So’s to hear our President’s voice, Virgil Scritchfield one of the boys, With his contortions and charms, Was chosen sergeant of arms. First a wieny roast and marshmallow toast, Was given to get acquainted; But it increased their desire for parties most, ’Tis queer they like pai ' ties ain’t it? In basket ball, boys their muscles did strain, Until almost lifeless and lame; In buggies from Belshaw, from Gary on the train, Other boys came, to help in the game. The Christmas Carol, Dickens’ tale, We dramatized, and five, the best Of these were sent one day by mail, To San Francisco in the west. So, through the year lived the Freshman class, And although ’twas of a happy duration Almost every lad, every lass, Was glad when came vacation. —Rosalind Feddeler, ’18.