Morton Memorial Schools - Retrospect Yearbook (Knightstown, IN)

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THE RETROSPECT Class History In September, 1924, Freshmen, confident that they had developed about as much as they ever would, were given their place in the high school nursery. They were very green and were given great care by the teachers, but the older plants in the nursery paid little attention to the small seedlings, little knowing that they would some day be as valuable as they hoped to be. When the first year ended the Freshmen knew they had developed a little, but also knew they had more to learn. lluring the summer self-pruning took place. Several of the class deserted their niche in the nursery. However, this gave the remaining members ot' the class of '29 a better chance to develop since they had been crowded. At the end of the second year, the sturdy seedlings had developed suc- cessful Ca-sar and Geometry bearing twigs. Again pruning took place. Five boys left because they considered themselves able to get along without the aid of the caretakers. To the grief of all remaining, one ol' the most promising drowned. Another who wished to develop more rapidly left our group and joined the Senior class. As jolly Juniors we qualified as saplings. We had many scars: some left by history which showed development and maturing: some by English which gave us our exalted posi- tion, etc. In the Senior year, now young, but more sturdy saplings, we were transplanted to a new high school and were given new caretakers. The atmosphere was inspiring and today the saplings are to be again transplanted. It is to be hoped that we shall develop and prosper in our new location as well as we did in the old.

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MORTON MEMORIAL H. S HELEN CANAULTY MARGARET KELLEY

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MORTON MEMORIAL H. S. Ten Years From N ofw It was one of those beautiful Spring days in May when one's mind Wants to Wander. I sat in the assembly gazing at my dignified Senior classmates, wondering of their future ten years from now. Then, very strange as it seems, my head nodded, and my eyes were closed in a deep slumber. Arising out of the mists of sleep, I was standing in a deep jungle in Africa surrounded by bushes. All at once a clump of bushes parted and a famil- iar figure stepped out. It was none other than Bob David- son. In his hand he held a large magnifying glass, and he ex- claimed, At last I have found it! Noticing me standing there he said, Hello, Helen, I've found Apqrixyzifgm, an in- sect, for which botanists have been looking for centuries. You would have thought that I had been there with him for these past ten years. He then told me what he had been doing. Just as I Was about to relate my past the mist rolled up again and revealed a huge theatre in Europe. I Was pres- ent at one of the greatest operas in the world, and you could have knocked me over with a feather when I saw Fat Ray- nor Walk on the stage in a gorgeous gown. One of the most Wonderful solos I had ever heard was rendered. As the cur- tain Was drawn and the lights went on, the orchestra was heard playing softly, and, looking in the direction from which the music came, I noticed to my astonishment, that the direc- tor was none other than Lettie Mae Peele. After the opera was over I rushed back stage and embraced my old classmates. Mary told me how Lettie and she had started working as stenographers and had paid their Way through a Conservatory of Music. They invited me to come to their apartment. I accepted the invitation because I was anxious to know what had become of the rest of my class mates. We went outside