Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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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

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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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Senior Cla ss Prophecy It was just twenty years after the graduation of the Sen¬ ior Class of ’21 that I sat thinking over my High School days; wondering what had become of my classmates. Suddenly a happy thought struck me and I ran to get my Ouija board. Then I seriously asked my old friend, Ouija, to put me in com¬ munication with some of my old school friends. At once the board began to move, rapidly directing me to the address of a certain spiritualist Medium. This rather puz¬ zled me, but as I was in a mood for adventure, I threw my wraps around me and started. After a time, I came to the place, a tumbled down old house on the outskirts of the city of Grasmere. Summoning all my courage together, I went up the rickety steps and knock¬ ed. After what seemed ages to me, sounds, as of shuffling feet came up to the door, and after fumbling around, someone finally opened the door. There I stood, staring into the fea¬ tures of an old white bearded, long haired man, who looked familiar. I eagerly made known my errand, then gave him my card. He looked at it curiously, then said, “Well, well! Is that you? Don’t you remember me, your old friend, Russell Bur¬ roughs?” This astonished me, as he looked very different from when I had seen him last; though his hair still held that beau¬ tiful wave. After recovering from my surprise, I asked him what he was doing there. He sighed regretfully, as lie ans¬ wered, “I’m laid up with the ’riieumatiz,’ so my wife earns the living. She is one of those Spiritualist Mediums, maybe you re¬ member her, Edna Powell. No, don’t ask any questions, but come on in. She saw you coming, so is now getting ready for one of those meetings. So saying, he opened a door and ushered me in. There, seated on the floor, was my chum of former days, now almost unrecognizable, looking like a gypsy hag or witch. “Oh!” she shrieked, “Come on in, Ethel, and sit down. Quit talking to my husband, I’m not dead yet. Russell! Will you hustle and hurry from this room? Or shall I come over, ana beat you with this broom.” At these words, poor Russel fled. I shall not attempt to describe Edna’s motions, mumblings, and horrible cries as she summoned a spirit to speak to me. Finally, with her glassy eyes fixed on the wall, she com¬ menced in a low monotonous voice, “The spirit of Leslie Schultz is here to communicate with you.” He says to tell you that he was lately sent with the U. S. troops to punish the profi¬ teering Eskimoes in Alaska. But was killed by an unapprec¬ iative native, to whom he was reciting poetry.” I was about to interrupt when she continued, “Hughe Hayden went with him, as a minister. He remained there