Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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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.

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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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