Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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History of the Cla ss of ‘21 Four years ago the Class of ’21 sailed from the port and entered the troublesome sea of studies in L. H. S. Vivien Kayden being at the prow, steered us safely through the first year of our voyage. During the year a few of our members grew sea-sick and were safely transported on a homeward bound ship, but a goodly number remained faithful to the end. During our very first year on the sea we did not lack the art of entertaining. About the thirty-first of October, 1 917 the Class of ’21 appeared at the High School building rigged out in costumes and prepared to enjoy the evening behind masks. Later a fair was given at which everyone was highly entertained. A few more months passed and ’21 again met at the High School to perceive with pleasure the entertainment given by our own classmates. At the beginning of our second year’s voyage a few of the members of cur crew were missing. We sailed through our second year with Marion Nelson at the prow, who guided us safely through our trials and troubles of school life. In the middle of the September of 1918 the entire High School was invited to attend the “Get Acquainted” party which was given at the H. S. building and at which our class was distinguished from the rest of the classes by wearing caps and bands of our class colors. A few more social events were given during the year and thus ended our career as Sophomores. Our third year found us still on our seaward voyage with Marion Nelson again at the prow steering us straight toward “Success.” That year there were five new members added to our crew. When the Basketball season came it found Vivien Hayden and Russel Burroughs of the Class of ’21 fighting for the Red and Black of L. H. S. A “Fete des Lanternes” was given by ’21, March 6, 1920 at which the mirth of all bubbled over. Then came the zenith of our social functions of 1920, the Junior-Senior Banquet at which the whole crew assembled to entertain our “higher” classmates. The refreshment committee must have thought we were “Acrobats at the Banquet Table” as they served “solid” head lettuce to be eaten with forks. The sea was unus¬ ually rough, the lettuce unusually slippery, and the forks un¬ manageable and as a result the lettuce slipped off the table and into the lap of an embarressed guest. One of the guests happen¬ ed to have retained a knife and everyone envied him. Thus our Junior year came to a close. In the fall of 1920 we could still be seen sailing among the High School Rocks with Hughe Hayden at the prow guiding us safely onward. The Basketball season opened; Vivien Hay¬ den and Russel Burroughs responded to the call for Basketball players. Later in the year a new member named Myron Born was added to our crew. He was not with us long until he became a Basketball star.

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■a CECIL MURR “Pete” “God sifted a Whole nation that he might send This choice gain over into this wilderness.” Maine Township High—Desplaines, ’18. Glee Club, ’20-’21. Athletic Association, ’21. Skyrocket Staff, (Sports Manager), ’21. Annual Staff (Advertising Manager), ’21.

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As Seniors we had not quite forgotten how to entertain, so we gave a Fair at the High School building, October 16, 1920. The building was filled to it s capacity as there was an abundance of laughter in every room. Then on February 11, 1921 the Seniors gave a box social and picture show at the Grand Theatre. The picture was Shirley Mason in, “The Flame of Youth.” There were about forty beautiful boxes placed at the auctioneer’s disposal, one box bringing $17.50. When the time came for ’21 to bid the ship and dear old Lowell High farewell the girls appeared on the scene with white middies and skirts and black ties in true sailor fashion. And now we wish, to those who are still sailing on the troublesome sea of studies, a great success and urge them to remain faithful to the ship. Clara Roorda, Julia Stenerson ’Tis Life When to our Freshie year we passed The breath of Fall was on the grass, And gladsome voices in the air, Told us that care was not known there. But oh, the Sophie intellect, When Freshmen year had its effect, The teachers and the professors, too Alike did on our knowledge view. The Junior year without a tear Did bring us naught of frozen fear, Our castles soared so far mid air It seemed a shame to keep us there. Then to our good old Senior days Our life and joys with music strayed, And now that they must surely cease, We bring this tribute to their peace. Farewell sweet life, we hate to go, But ’tis only fair, it should be so; You have your cares, your trials, your joys, You surely do our years alloy. Julia Stenerson, ’21