Lutesville High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Lutesville, MO)

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 Freshman Class Top row (left to right)—Fern McGee, Viva Jones, Ruby Francis, Eula Cole, Alta Crites. Bottom row—Leonard Miller, Alma Crites, Myrtle Miller. CLASS HISTORY FOUR years ago, three eighth-grade students entered Lutesville High School. They arose at three o’clock with trembling hearts and prepared themselves for the unknown dangers of that fearful day. After having ornamented their person with divers articles, such as hand mirrors, powder puffs, two encyclopedias, together with an almanac, and a “Who’s Who’’ in 1915, they ascended the hill and entered the building from whose walls ignorance is secluded. During the four years that followed, they played quite a bit, ate a great deal, and perhaps studied a little, though I am not quite sure. Though I am sure they flirted with the Nebula Hypothesis and exchanged chewing gum with old bionomial theorem. They also made the acquaintance of Julius Caesar and his somewhat doubtful friend Brutus, who loaned them a pony to ride to Caesar’s funeral. They also became quite learned in law, that is, I think they learned Mendel’s law. They then browsed into the fields of economics where they found that people drink whiskey because they like it. They studied history, too, and discovered that George Washington discovered America in 1492, and Ferda Navdo De Mississippi discovered Desoto in 1886, the same year that Grover Cleveland circumnavigated the globe for the first time. They also found that Bill Hohenzollern started to carry out a little program in which a house or two were burned and a few people got hurt. After learning these facts they were permitted to receive their diplomas. By MAUDE MYERS.

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o • o o Junior Class Trilla Englehart Frank Phelps William Butler Sophomore Class Top row (left to right)—Floss Lutes, Clarence Miller. Elbert Croft, Sarah Hawn, Lillian Miller, Bessie Taylor. Bottom row—Inez Reck, Mildred Henry, Virginia Abernathy, Theckla James, Thelma Hickam, McMinn Berry.

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V aledictory IN compliance with a custom as old as the school itself I come tonight to deliver this address which is the closing effort of the four years of work done by this class. As the representative of the graduating class of 1919, it is my duty to speak for the class certain sentiments. First, we wish to express our sense of appreciation to the citizens of Lutesville for their considerate efforts in providing a place of instruction and thus placing a High School education within our reach. Second, we wish to express our gratitude to the Board of Education for their painstaking efforts to maintain our school on an approved basis, a task not easy in a small town. Third, we wish to extend our thanks to Mr. Abernathy, Mr. Welker and Mrs. Riley, who have now gone from us, but whose kindly precepts and good example we still cherish. Friends of the class of 1919, it is our privilege to live in a great age. The world is not the same world as it was when we first entered High School. Since then mil- lions of men have died at the hands of their fellowmen amid the strife and turmoil of war. Billions of dollars of property have been destroyed, nations have been swept away, and the world has gone down to the valley of the shadow of desolation, despair and death. But from this toil and suffering, from this care and sorrow, a new civili- zation has has been born, conceived in liberty, fraternity and equality, crowned with the diadem of brotherly love and dedicated to the proposition that every man is his brother’s keeper. The path civilization has been a long and toilsome one. Slowly with torn and bleeding feet the human race has struggled towards that lofty mountain of perfection whose summits are crowned with the light of everlasting day. As I speak tonight I have a vision or dream in which I see that long journey which our race has made. I see man in the beginning a puny creature, clad in skins, scarcely more civilized than the wild animals by which he is surrounded. I see him hiding in caverns amid the rocks or in the thick foliage of the forests as he hides himself from the wild forest prowlers. Then I behold him again; he has learned to make the bow and arrow and the rude implements of the chase and war. He now has a place of abode which he has built with his own hands. Once more the scene changes, and I behold a civilization of ancient times. Great Babylon and Nineva have become centers of art and business, while the banks of the Nile are studded with pyramid and palace. I see Moses lead the chosen people towards the land of their forefathers and from Sinia’s lofty summits receive the commands of Israel’s God. I see beautiful and artistic Greece give to the world its wealth of beauty in poetry, sculpture, painting and literature. I behold martial Rome send out her invincible armies and humble the entire known world and bring it under the direction of the Eternal City on Tiber’s banks. Once more the curtain lifts, and I see a being on the shores of Galilee teaching peace and good will to mankind and pointing the way to that true perfection which mankind is struggling to maintain. I witness the terrors of that intellectual night known as the Dark Ages, and then the coming of that dawn known as the Renaissance. I see Christopher Columbus give to Europe a new world. I see that world grow and prosper through four hun- dred years of development, and then I see standing before the world that greatest of all nations, the United States of America. I see her prosperous, free and happy in the full vigor of her young and healthy growth. And then across from the sea, borne on the eastern winds, comes a cry of a world in distress, and I see my country and yours give her blood and treasure to make the world safe for Democracy. Friends and classmates, the world has been made safe for Democracy. It is our duty to make Democracy safe for the world. Let us think more of others and less of ourselves. Let us hasten the progress when we can say with the poet: “Out from the darkness of night, the world rose into light. Now ’tis daybreak everywhere.” ESSIE COLE.