Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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COMIC SECTION Old Doc Yak, Jr.—Wheeler. Mama’s Angel Child Grows Up—Lucile Miller. Monkey Shines—Seth Little. Bobby Make-Believe—Chester Sanders. —Elsie McConnell. Junior Class History “Noble Juniors,” Ah! that’s the word that we have been looking for these three years and at last the lost has been found. In the years of thirteen and fourteen we were Freshmen, numbering thirty-three. The Freshmen in those days were self- governed and had to put up with a whole lot of slams and un¬ believable compliments, such as “smarties” “uneducated” and “good for nothing.” In fact everything was a burden upon our shoulders but our winglets were unharmed and we flew merrily along to the Sophomore year. Here things seemed to brighten us. Our class numbered twenty-eight and whether the few that were missing got lost or were homesick is still one question that is unanswered. Par¬ ties were started galore but finally our funds were somewhat exhausted and then we started “weinie” tours. Many good times did we have in the Sophomore year. Almost before we realiz ed it we were Juniors. “Noble” Juniors. “‘Noble’ Juniors!” Fancy! Fancy I say, we calling our¬ selves “noble.” But it is a true word and one that is fitted in its right place. Why it is sweet to us, but “bitter sweets” to the other classes. What we lost in the Sophomore year we gained in our Junior year. Have our caps come yet? Yes, they came. The old gold and blue. The gold for bold and the blue for true. The Junior Literary Society is an exception and other class¬ es should receive much inspiration from it. We strive to work and please, so onward, Noble Juniors, to the sea of life. —Trueman Klein, ’17.

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Junior Class Prophecy The Chicago Sunday Tribune, Feb. 8, 1928. WEALTHY WOMAN DEAD BY POISON Police Mystified. Mrs. Floyd Yinnedge, formerly Elizabeth Miller of Lowell. Ind., died suddenly at her home in Los Angeles, California. Her husband is a wealthy orange grower. It is thought that she was given drops for the purpose of robbery, as she was known to have carried a considerable amount of money. Miss Natalie Trump Plans Vote Campaign She says that the New Suffrage Drive will begin in Chicago. Miss Natalie Trump, president of the National American Woman Suffrage League, outlined her plan for a great national drive for suffrage at luncheon at the Hotel La Salle yesterday. It will start at Chicago and attack the Republican National Con¬ vention first. Sporting Section. McKay Arrives to Coach Squad at Bloomington. Milton E. McKay, new coach of the Indiana University base ball squad arrived this week from his ranch at Fair Oaks, Indi¬ ana. He was delayed by a severe snow storm, his train stalling in a cut thirty feet deep. Landis Enters Golf Finals. Rivals as cubs to resume fight! Fate makes Klein and Korth managers of coast teams. HOUSEHOLD PAGE Fashions Blue Book—Baughman. The Tribune Cook Book—Thelma Hill. Vera Bess, Love Specialist says: “If you were born this month you are changeable.” Nellie Brooks—Helping Hand Real Love Story—“How I Won My Mate,” Violet Hoevet. Health and Beauty Hints—L Hathaway. SOCIETY NEWS The engagement of Della Wagin and Dilwyn Nichols was announced last evening. The wedding will take place in June. The bridesmaids will be Hilda Dahl, Lillian Goddard, Rubie Hayhurst; the maid of honor, Beth Haskell and the best man, Charles Tanner. DRAMA, AUTOS, WANT-ADS. See Miss Lucile Brownell, in “The Lady from Indiana,” and Miss Ruby Mitch in “Rolling Stones.” Art—By Gladys Cleaver. “Latest News from Movie Land,”—Mabelle Feely. Astronomy—Max Ragon. Tabloid Book Review—Etta Lee. WANTED—Maid for general housework. Apply to Har¬ riet Clark, 3729 Cottage Grove. News and Gossip of the Auto Trade—Clayton Davis.

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Junior Class Poem I. And who am I, that I should write a verse? I—dare I deem myself so clever To pen lines to such a class as ours Don’t laugh and I’ll endeavor. II. My mind is as a misty haze, My Carter’s ink is blue, My pen is a Spencerian With these, kind Juniors, I write for you. I wish you well—you know it! So why should I say that? I fear that as a poet, I’m going to fall quite flat But remember this little lesson, That our—teachers—dear, have taught, If vou cheat in “’zaminations” Good luck! but don’t get caught. Au revoir! the time is hastening, That I can spend with you. So long drawn rhymes, like Ford cars Must have an ending too; But as jitney busses olden, Probably, being used in war, Still bring back memories golden Of summers faint and far. So may this little masterpiece, Altho it too must die, Just sort a make ye recollect Our happy days in Lowell High. —Truman Klein.