Markleville High School - Arabian Yearbook (Markleville, IN)

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.tm :Pg f vang?-0' . aw-W -'QQ we , Y CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1926, of the High School of Markleville, Madison County, Adams Township, Ind., being thus far advanced, and have withstood the trials and tribu- lations in our light to master the entire curriculum as we have so nobly done, after four years of travel on the highway to education, to reach our determined goal under the guid- ance of our ever-patient faculty, and are now ready to claim as ours the scroll which can be compared to the pay check of a faithful wage earner, better known as the High School Diploma, and after receipt of this we are ready to set sail upon a life-long sea of business, do hereby compile, publish and assert this to be our last will and testament. NVe, the Senior Class of '26, will to the Junior Class the privilege of publishing the Radio next year. We, the Senior Class of '26, will to the Sophomore Class our ability in scholarship for their two years to come. We, the Senior Class of '26 will to the Freshman Class our best wishes of success upon the Highway of Education. I, Myron Hayes, will my ability of recitation in English IV to George Earley. I, Josephine Ebbertt, will my good spirit to apologize and say, I am sorry, to Bob Rector. I, Ralph Blake, will my corduroy pants to Eddie Rector. I, Helen Norris, will my grouchiness to Alberta Hartzell. I, Fred Rector, will my inipudence and ability to talk back in English IV to Jack Gray. I, Mabel Padgett, will my sweet disposition and ability to smile to Olen Dudley. I, Bennie Stinson, will my quietness in class to Arthur Shelton. I, WVilma White, will my ability to be an inipudent little piece of humanity in English class to Luanne Justice. I, Harold Keller, will my ability to write true story letters to Fred Markle. I, Mae De Hart, will my eye lashes to Howard Gale, and my loving disposition to Helen Lewis. I, Ralph Williams, will my quiet nature and athletic ability to Forest Stickler. Next unto God, dear Parents, we will Ourselves to you in humbzle thankfulness. For all your care and charge on us bestowed, The means of learning unto us allowed. Go on! I pray, and let us still pursue Such golden arts the vulgar never knew. CLASS OF '26, 1926

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ve' nf' 'ff Q ' J , 0 The class enjoyed another party at Wilma White's. VVe girls enjoyed ourselves most for the boys had to turn the ice cream freezer. Longing for excitement, the thirteen were seen strolling into the dear old assem- bly one spring morning, the girls wearing hair ribbons and the boys knee trousers. One more incident we shall linger over the fond memories is the birthday luncheon the class gave for Miss Duncan. Mr. Arbuckle and the janitor were chief entertainers. It being our hobby to spring surprises on other classmen, we marched into the as- sembly looking like our forefathers and mothers. lt being what we termed as 'told clothes day. A bunch of uuncivilized kids was what somebody classed us. During the month of April we could look far ahead and see a rugged hill standing in our pathway waiting for us to climb it. This being the Junior-Senior reception. At last the summit of the hill was reached with many hardships and the occasion was a success. During the year we gave our time and help to see the high school Vande- vi1le and the play, Once In a Blue Moon, a hit. On the 18th of April, as the brakeman applied the brakes to the huge locomotive, we regretted to see such a year over. 'Then we made a final stop to prepare for the last lap of our journey. Just a little remembrance to one of our fellow travelers, who stood by us all three years of the journey. VVe sadly parted with Helen Justice, who was called to the nearby town of Anderson. She will ever be remembered by the Class of 1926, for her faithful- ness and honor to her class. On the last day of August, 1925, the Juniors had to give up the name we loved so well and take up the name of Seniors. Again we thought of our motto, Climb though the rocks be rugged, for the crew was weary with three years of hard travel. We were growing older and seemed to lay aside some of our prankish jokes, for we had work before us. This year we had parties at Josephine Ebbertt's, Wilma White's, and Myron Haynes'. Also a few Seniors slipped into some of the other classmen's affairs. Two interesting events that took place were the High School Vaudevil1e under the auspices of the Senior class and our class play. Our boys this year were unusually active in basketball. Bush, Ben, Raw, Ralph, and Mus representing the class. We also have some good students that like to talk and have their fun. Considering us as a whole, we think the daily dozen is a honorable bunch. Let's let Mr. Noland comment on that. Many hardships with great handicaps had to be overtaken as the wave of life roar- ed on. By the encouraging and sympathetic words of Mr. Noland, the daily smile of Mr. Ewing, the everlasting patience of Miss Williams, and the cherry voice of Mrs. McCarty, the twelve finally passed over the rugged rocks. As we approach the end of our Senior year at dear old M. H. S., a feeling of sadness overcomes us. We just began to realize that the happiest days of our lives are drawing to a close, Thus we find ourselves stepping from the train, which took us on our journey to gain a high school education, out into the world. 1926

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.ug ' - i - '-,.--... 'tiM1l'mmW Z 'ffZ3?a. ' V - 1 ii I , r CLASS PROPHECY It had just been twenty years since the Class of '26 graduated from dear old M. H. S. How everything had changed in that single score of years. The schoolhouse now covers an entire block. The town of Markleville has grown to a population of two thousand people due to four large factories established. Beautiful were the large stone buildings towering above the street. VVhere the class of '26 had drifted I knew not, for to me it had drifted seemingly as seeds in the wind. I had pondered many hours wondering where all of the other eleven studious classmates had gone. God only knew, I didn't. At last a happy thought came to me. It was none other than to take a tour with the hopes of at least seeing some of them. It was the twentieth day of July when I set out on this rather doubtful trip. Leaving Markleville, my first stopping point was Chicago, Illinois. Upon arriving there my first task was to find a hotel for my short stay. I inquired of an elderly gentlemanlas to where to find the best hotel. He directed me to an eighteen-story structure, advising me that it was the best hotel in town. I walked on down the street to where the gentleman directed me. As I approached the front I saw in large letters, Ralph A. Williams Hotel. My interest was at once aroused, for I wondered if the Ralph Vvilliams I knew was the owner of this fine hotel. I entered the marble hallway, here I found an elevator and was taken to the floor on which the owner's office was located. As I entered the office, I saw sitting at the desk a tall, handsome gentleman. As he lifted his head with a welcoming smile, I soon saw it was my old friend, Ralph Williams. He had grown in height, but had lost those large freckles, being away from the sunshine, but still had the .same jolly ways and a smile as always. VVe had quite a long talk, after which he showed me my room which I was more than glad to see after my long ride on the train. The next morning I awoke refreshed and decided to master some of the sites of the city. I walked several blocks when I was suddenly attracted by a large poster on which was the following announcement: Caxton Theater. Professor Ralph Blake, lecturing on My Experience as a Foreign Missionary. Everyone invitedg 2:30 P. M. After seeing this announcement, I walked about the town until the hour of 2:30 was near at hand, then I soon found the Caxton Theater and secured a comfortable seat. The speaker of the afternoon was none other than the Ralph Blake I knew back in Markleville twenty years ago, After the lecture I talked with him quite a while. He told me more about the missionary work and how well he was pleased with it. By this time it was getting late in the evening, so l went to the Brookshire Cafe where I got my supper. After supper I decided to spend the evening at a show. I left the restaurant, walked down the street to the Beaumont Theater, purchased my ticket and found my seat. One attraction of the evening was The Dancing Maid of The Hoosier State, who I soon saw was Wilma VVhite. She hadn't forgot the Charleston which was becom- ing to be popular when the Class of '26 graduated. As she tripped lightly upon the stage the canarys in their cages upon the wall even commenced to do the Charleston. Another evening attraction was some very fine singing by Mme. Katy Petrovia. With eager ears I listened to the soprano solos rendered, the reason of which was that this great singer was none other than Kathleen Moneyhun. She now has a secretary and treasurer of her own, instead of acting as one as she did for the Class of '26. The next morning being Sunday morning, I decided to go to church so I started out and the first church I came to was the First Methodist Church of Chicago. I went in- side, took my seat and waited patiently for the service to commence. It was not long until a tall, slim, thoughtful minister stepped forth to the Bible stand and delivered his morning sermon, the text of which was: Thou Shalt Not Steal. It was a very good sermon indeed, for the minister was none other than Fred Rector. All during the ser- mon I noticed something bore heavily upon his mind. After the sermon we had a long talk, and he gave me one of his cards on which I read: Rev, Fred Rector, President of the Illinois Swine Raiisers Association, Pastor of the First Methodist Church of Chicago. By this I knew he had taken up the ministry and swine raising both, which we all knew he was interested in when in school. I then asked him what bore on his mind during the sermon. To which he replied: I was just wondering about the black hog I had to suffocate in the straw pile disaster in the woods north of town last night. We then went to his home where we enjoyed a fine Sabbath day dinner. I returned in the afternoon to my hotel room. I decided to leave on the morrow for