New Richmond High School - Yearbook (New Richmond, IN)

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time. XYe reached home about six o'clock, but no doubt would have arrived earlier if Professor lirnest Kirkpatrick had not stopped the horses to inquire of a little boy if were were on the right road to New Richmond. NVC linally reached home tired but happy. This being the night of Commencement we girls were to help in the singing. On account of our sunburned faces and blistered ar'ns, whicli were covered with cold cream and powder, we were compelled to siand in the back row to avoid the close inspection of the audience. Now that I have finished one-half of the volume. l know that just one-hall of 1ny high school days are over, bringing me to the brink of one of my happiest years when l was a junior. The first event of this year was a marshmallow toast. .Xfter we had enjoyed ourselves toasting marshmallows and telling stories, eight of we kids decided to wall-1 to Linden and come home on the midnight train. XVell, we walked over and we walked back again! They would not stop th etrain for less than ten people. XYere we tired? Forinformation just ask Ruth or Lora. Un Thursday, Mav 7th, I remember as being the busiest of m yschool life. ln the morning at S o'clock we ha dour ,lunior breakfast at the home of llarry Nlchlillen, the president of the class. The Seniors and Faculty were invited to the spread. The menu consisted of strawberries, shredded wheat, cream and sugar, rolled bacon, sun dried cherries, asparagus tips, buttered toast, coffee and cocktail. ln the afternoon we had our junior tea at the school building. That night, the junior lil'Ol1l, which was held at Bug's Hall. The last chapter of the book is entitled Conclusion O! this l realize to be our last but best year in high school. The first happening was a hay-ladder ride to Linden. l can see Mr. Schlemmer yet as he said, It is all right to play a joke, but entirely out of the question when you have to walk three milesf, The head, Seniors lfntertain the Facultyf' instantly reminds me of the time when Mr. Schlemmer and we gave a winner for the teachers. The menu was splendid, but cannot remember what it was now. Next comes the time when the Seniors enter- tained the lfreshmen. llow well l remember those polite but bashful youngsters. The last week of school l remember as being my busiest week. lfirst came the Senior class play, followed by the baccalaureate sermon. Last, but not least, was the commencement, where we girls were dressed in white sailor dresses with black ties. The book slipped from my hand and I thought of our last act, which will be remembered forevergthe issuing of the annual by the class of 'l5. R. lf. O. LIGL1 Il.XNAW'.lL'l'. 'l'0nlmy. ll4'l' tlioughls are too deep for ht-1' tears. Vlass 1'l'l'Si4I4'Ill. 153 'itl't'ilSIlI'l'l'. 'l4: Debate T4-alll. 'lip Assistant l'l4llllil'-lll-flllil'f N. ll. ll, S. Page 'l'h irtc

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Ollazu ihiatnrg nf '15 Outside the wind blew noisily, causing mournful sounds as it whistled through the stately pines. As I sat knitting by the fire-place, listening to the patter of the rain on the window, and the sound of the branches swaying against the roof, a feeling of sadness came over me. Somehow my trembling hands would not work, so I lay aside the knitting and decided to read awhile in order to pass away some of the lonesome hours. VVith tottering steps I reached the bookcase and drew forth a book which bore the title f'My .Happiest Days. Like a flash it came back to me, 'amy high school days. How well I re- member that first day of school, when we, a class of twenty-seven, filed into the assembly room, sinking into the first seats to which we came. When the dignified Seniors or vast number of teachers would turn their eyes in our direction, we turned pale and trembled in our shoes. The following week, having become better acquainted, we decided to have a class meeting. After several attempts we finally got rounded in Room 6 and Mac Davisson was elected president and Lora Hinton secretary. Everyone took the oath, We shall be a social progressive classf' At last in October we developed enough courage tolplan a hay-ladder ride to Elmdale, where a box supper was given. By ourselves there was never a jollier bunch of boys or girls, but when in the presence of a junior or Senior we would vanish in the background. Now, that we were alone, a bunch of Freshies with no one to laugh at us or make fun of us, all enjoyed ourselves. My thoughts go back to the time when our class went on a marshmallow toast. Three of the crowd, Hinton, Curley and Squire, walked to a near-by farm house and took a fat old hen, thinking the rest of us would enjoy a roast, but our hearts, as all Freshies, grew tender toward the poor, innocent thing, so they let her loose in the woods to find her way home. The night after the first snow we secured a bob-sled and started to the home of Edith Hall. Everyone had a swell time, even though the majority of us walked both ways. Time rolled on and I remember that as spring advanced we threw aside that horrid green look,-having worked all winter industriously, we had changed wonderfully. The other classes would look at us with wonder, unable to realize that we were the same green class that had entered high school as Freshmen. The class meetings this year were at the homes of 'fCurley, Lengthy and Davy.,, How we would fuss and quarrel, each one determined to have his own way. Turning over to another chapter, there appears before my eyes a cartoon of The Soph. How that one little picture brings back the work as well as the fun we had that year. The girls had changed from sweet young things with big bows and short skirts to young ladies with long dresses and no ribbons. There were twenty-one in the class now. Amy Bunnell was the only one who had embarked on the matrimonial sea. We had a class meeting. Ethel Dunn was chosen president and Lora Hinton secretary and treasurer. Glancing down a little farther I read the big headline, The Sophomore, which brings to my mind the play which we gave to take the great burden of the piano debt off the high school. It seenied as though many functions were our lot this year, for a progressive hay-ladder ride was given to the home of Afota Mon- roe. The wagon-wheel mysteriously came off and we were compelled to walk a mile or so, but aside from this everything was fine, especially the eats. On the evening of April ISt our class went on a marshmallow toast. Even though we were Sophomores we could still be fooled, because when we started to eat' some of the marshmallows we, thought they tasted rather queer. I can see Ethel yet, as she jumped from behind a tree and cried April Fool. How cheap and foolish we felt when we found that the marshmallows were nothing more than cotton covered with powdered sugar. Here is a group picture of the class sitting along the banks of a creek. I know this to be the happy bunch who went to the Wea Leaving town about six o'clock we reached our destination at eleven. After eating the contents of a well prepared basket, we spent the remainder of the afternoon in having a good Page Twelve

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I u JAMES ALILK XNDER, Ah-x. Love's like 'lm lwnsles-ull the worse when it -'wines 1.11, '-n life-. Business .XlfillillLfF?1' N. Il. II. S.: Captain Ilns- kotlmll Tezun, '15: T1'9ilS1l1'01' Athletic Assu- L-intiun, '14, '15g Iizlsketlmll Tt'Zll1l, '12, '11S. '11, 15. MAYBE FOSTER, 1VIaudie. 'iAlwz1ys in :1 haste but never in a 111II'l'y. C1'z1wfo1'dsvi1le II. S., 'liig Class Prophet N. R. II. S.: Class '1'1'8i1S1l1'0l', '153 Ilulmtc Teuin, '15, Rl'TH OPPY, 0ppy. Simple beauty and rustic' 11k'il1fll. Class II1St01'12ll1 N. ll. II. S. FRANK MYER, l l'ank. The fave of xxnxnzln lives in his soul. Ifillgfllillll II, S., '12, '13, '14, Balsketlmll TCIYII1, '15. Page Fourteen