Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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First Row—Delpha Sisson, Florence Nichols, Evelyn Nomanson, Kara Postlewait, Madalene Hamacher, Madge Vinnedge, Marion Nichols, Bessie Petrie, Virginia Berg, Mildred Wooldridge, Dorothy Iddings, Eleanor Miller, Pauline Smith, Helen Gragg, vice-pres., Hazel Karst, Viola M. Booty, advisor. Second Row Walter Childress, Earl Belshaw, Irene Hadders, Bertha Burnham, Sec.. Maurine Schmal, Helen Hamman, Esther Schilling, Eleanor Dahl, Helen Slocomb, pres., Ruth Ebert, Wanda Childers, Anna Duncan, Melvin Strickhorn, Paul Nichols. Third Row- Justin Viant, treas., George Rosenbaur, Garold Bruce, Gerald Dickinson, Glen Kelsey, Elmer Grossman, Edgar Stuppy, Maurice Miller, Elwyn Belshaw, La Verne McNay, Castle Brownell, Harold Pelton. Harold Reeves, Clifford Jones, Harvey Howkinson (absent)

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L O W E L L I A N- ANNE DUNCAN “Oh, how I love to giggle.” Athletic Association, ’22-’23-’24-’25. O O CLIFFORD JONES “I’m a great little boy, just as ouiet as can be.” Athletic Association, ’22-’23-’24-’25. O O WANDA CHILDERS “Study has made her very lean.” Crown Point High School, ’22; Athletic Associationt, ’24-’25. O O WALTER CHILDRESS “Never do to-day what vou can leave for to-morrow.” Athletic Association, ’22-’23-’24-’25; Basketball, ’23-’24-’25; Glee Club, ’25; Op¬ eretta, ’23-’25; Itaretil Club, ’24-’25; Base¬ ball, ’24. “Don’t have more secrets than you can carry yourself.” Twenty-four

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LOWELLIAN CLASS POEM Four years ago we entered high. Then most of us were very shy. We seemed to be just terribly green, And not one of us was ever seen Sassing a teacher or talking back, Somehow we lacked the manner or knack Of bluffing the teacher and getting an A, We knew that the best thing to do, was obey. Then we became Sophies, took Caesar and plane, We began to grow bolder and look with disdain On the Freshies, whom we thought were not fit To be seen with us; we sure thought we were it. The third year however, with one more to go, We began in earnest our knowledge to show. We looked up to no one, not even the Seniors, With the awe that should have been in our demeanors. That year quite a few found a steady girl, With hair like the raven and teeth of pearl. That’s how they describe “her” when they fall in love, And when they get near “her” they coo like a dove. In doing hundreds of things our time was spent, Then finally to us came the great event In our lives. We were Seniors at last. All commonplace things were for us past. We at last reigned supreme in old L. H. S., Dignified we became on meeting the test Of our true worth, to ourselves and our school. We had come to the jump into life’s whirlpool. In our journey through life while we live and thrive, We’ll always remember good old twenty-five. —JUSTIN VIANT, ’25 “And, we’ll tak ar right guid willie-waught, for a aid lang syne.” — Burns. Twenty-fix