Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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1 9 2 3 T H E L O W ELLIAN SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY It was circus day. And as circus day is a rare day in the wheat belt of South Dakota, I decided to go, even though I was a bachelor, and rather old at that. 1 arrived early, and having to wait some time before the performance was to begin, 1 wandered about among the side-shows and refreshment stands, look¬ ing at the crowds and talking with acquaintances. At last I found myself in front of the Wild Man’s tent. At short intervals deep groans and sullen roars could be heard issuing from the tent, and at last, drawn by curiosity, I entered. There, squatting in the center of a steel cage, was the wild man. He was clothed in fur, his face was covered with his hair, which was long and coarse, and hung down over his eyes in a ferocious manner, and his feet and hands were large and rough. As I walked up to him he wiggled his ears and glared at me. I thought he looked familiar, especially the ears, but far be it from me to make friends with a wild man on such short notice, so I only glanced at him and passed on. But I could not forget him. Where had I seen those ears? Oh! At last, Claire Futhey, or my name was mud. By this time the circus had started, and the crowds had gone from the side shows, so I hastened back to the wild man. I walked up to him, looked him over carefully, and at last spoke, “Claire 1 ” He jumped like he had been shot, reeled backward, clutched at his hair, and slipped. I was looking at a red-faced, bald-headed man, dressed in fur, lying sprawled on a huge wig. “Why, you old son-of-a-gun,” I exclaimed, “what are you doing here?” “Holy cats! Is it Lawrence? How does it happen you ' re here?” “Oh,” I replied, “that’s simple; I live here.” “Well,” he remarked, “my answer’s equally simple. I work here, just at present.” By this time he had crawled out of his cage and we were soon seated in the shade of a wagon outside of the tent, discussing old times. “But tell me about the bunch we graduated with,” I said at last. “I haven’t heard from any of them.” “Oh, Harry Stewart is in California. He married Anita, you know, and is now running a big fruit farm. Prunes, I believe, is his chief crop.” “Good for Harry and Anita,” I exclaimed; “but how about Sarah and Perk?” “Well,” he exclaimed, after a long silence. “Lawrence, women are funny things. Stay away from ’em; they’ll never do what you expect them to. Look Pajre twenty-three

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THE LOWELLIAN L. i i. S As we glance back we see that a wonderful and glorious victory lias been won, for out of the forty-one members who enrolled in the ranks of our army, thirty-five are graduating, the largest class ever to graduate from L. H. S. The places of those who grew weary and fell by the way were eagerly filled by our recruits. As we look forward we all hope with earnest hearts that the same success shall stand by us when we are waging Life’s sterner wars in the battle fields of the world. FABIAN HENRY, ’23. OOOOOO SENIOR CLASS POEM Now eve, with western shadows long. Lingers on Lowell Hi bright and strong. Our class, like a chosen crew. Has brought the schooner nearly through. Our flag o’er the harbor is unfurled, And into the many trials of the world The ambitious workers speed before, To reach the fortunes of the shore; For before us lies spread the way To succeed in professions of the day. Yet we wince to leave Lowell Hi’ behind, Which, though dear, is nearer divine. Our days with thee have been so fair; To leave you now is hard to bear, And o’er our pathway always bright Lowell High School spreads her light. Your memories fair, and very dear, Will be our treasures many a year. SYLVIA RUDOLPH. Pape twenty-two

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THE LOWELLIAN L. H. S. at Sarah, for instance. According to all existing signs and dope, Sarah was scheduled to become Mrs. Love, but instead, about two months before the wed¬ ding, she ran off with Malcolm and they are now living in Buffalo, where he is in the real estate business. Poor Perk, when he heard of the elopement, was heart-broken and went off west some place. Leslie, who is sales manager of a big clothing house, went out in Oregon three years ago on his vacation and while there he met Perk, who was then working as cook in a lumber camp.” “Kimmet is working with the other branch of this show now. He’s the giant since the old giant, Fabian Henry, croaked.” “Paul Berg is living a life of ease, as be invented some new kind of self- operating mustache comb, and lias become very wealthy.” “Neil married some country girl—I forget her name—and is now employed as professional bouncer by Fondelette, who is running a pool room.” “Sylvia Rudolph and Helen Vinnedge are managing a select school for young ladies in New Jersey, and Eudora is teaching Economics at Northwestern.” “Hurrah for Eudora!” I exclaimed. “I always knew she was cut out for a teacher, she was so crabby and sharp. But where is Elliott?” “Oh, he’s our senator now. He defeated Schuyler, who ran on the Socialist ticket, in the last election, by only sixty-seven votes, and there was quite a bit of talk about bribery and corruption. However, they couldn’t prove anything, so Bell is now in Washington. Schuyler is now in Arizona, at some sanitarium.” “Chicken Little married Aline, and is now on the farm. He copped second prize on his seed corn last year at the International, while Archie Childress, who is also farming, got third on one of his Holsteins.” “Louise Miller has married Milford at last. She had quite a job landing him, I guess, and they are now down in Louisville. “Ruth Taylor and Ruby Rudolph bought Queene out, and are operating a thriving business.” “But what about Sherard Henry?” I asked; “he didn’t fall for that Iddings girl, did he?” “Gee, no; he’s no fool. He is a bachelor and is now mayor of Lowell. He is said to be paying quite a bit of attention to Marguerite Bowman, but I don’t believe half I hear.” “Why, Marguerite married Cop, didn’t she?” Nothing stirring. She thought she would become an opera singer, and when she found out she couldn’t make the stage, Cop wouldn’t have her, so she’s now an old maid.” “Manford, after his sensational .divorce case, went to Europe, and he has not yet returned; while Nelda, who never married, is now in Samoa. I hear she is a missionary.” Pape twenty-four