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

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what Mg Bug Saih Ahuui Glam It seems to me that things like cats Have no more business here than rate, Said my dog Shep to me one day, Wlieii we were lying on a bunch of hay. If they were gone away, you see, Thereid be more room for dogs like me. But they are always in the way, And I guess they'e here to stay. I know what I'd do if I could, I'd chase them all to Kittywood, So they never, never could come back And growl at me with bristled back. It's my opinion fget that?j There oughtn't be such things as cats. But still it is great fun for me To chase the mean things up a tree. G GB111' Elraining No pie, no cake, no pop, no cream, These are the rules of the basketball tcam. Early to bed and get lots of rest, F or it takes much training to do our best. Lucille Lovef' don't be angry with me, For Wediiesday we practice. Now don't you see We'd like to be there and sit with the rest, But it takes much training to do our best. -Ioe's place is forsaken by the basketball team, And of all his good eats we only can dream. We canit have dates with the girls down west, For it takes much training to do our best. Keep up in your classes, for it's sure to tell, If all these things are not done well. Obey all the rules and don't think them jest, For it takes much training to do our best. T17 ? J. C.xA 5 Page Twenty-six

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awakened with a dull, heavy aching in her own heart. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes in order to awaken and convince herself it was all a dream. What if jack should come back some day and tell her he was sorry and that he cared? She would be married to.Bob then. Oh, she wished she had not promised to marry Bob so soon. Should she break the engagement? Yet how could she? No, she would not do that. Bob, poor boy, loved her so, and she did like him a little, but- Here her glance fell upon a yellow envelope lying on the table at her side. She reached for it, tore it open and wonderingly read its contents. Postpone the wedding for one month. VVhat could it mean? A friend. Who could it be? Could it be Jack? Ah, nog he would not do that. Perhaps he would stay away for years. Nevertheless, the wedding should wait. Bob would be disappointed, of course, but one month was not long. This was her bridal morning and she had forgotten it until now. Bob must be called at once. With an almost light heart she reached for her 'phone and explained about the mysterious telegram. After many remonstrances and much fuming, Bob dc- clared the wedding should take place one month from today, telegram or no tele- gram. just one day less than a month had passed, and again Barbara was looking forward to a happy wedding on the morrow. It was twilight and an early August moon was just peeping over the trees. Barbara was sitting in the garden near a fountain where Bob had left her but a few minutes before. His parting words were being mingled with the bubble of the fountain. Finally she spoke the incessant echo aloud, Yes, tomorrow will be my wedding and- V -'fAnd I will be the bridegroom, spoke a well-known voice in her ear. jack ! she cried, springing to her feet. jack took her outstretched hand and smilingly asked, And may I be the bridegroom tomorrow P M. F.P N. ill. 15. Sv. Alphahrt A as for Alex, our basketball star. B is for Bun, always ready for war. C is for Carrie, a sophomore girl. D is for Davy,', whose heart's in a whirl. E is for Edna, in search of a man. F is for Frank, who will please her if he can. G is for Gaylord, a white-haired lad. H is for Hinton, who is Moore than glad. I is for K'Ira, who is Dunn with the girls. J is for Jessie, who is fond of curls. K is for Kirkpatrick, a bright sophomore boy. L is for Louise, a forward's great joy. M is for Maud, who says isch gebib. N is for Nellie, who never tells libs. O is for 0ppy, who from VVingate did go. P is for Pierce, who likes to have beaux. Q is for 4'questions we have all the time. R is for Ruby, who is inclined to pine. S is for Schlemmer, our dear ladies' man. T is for Tommy, who is some B. B. fan. V is for vacation, which has flying feet. VV is for Walts,,' a freshman lad sweet. With X, Y and Z we bid you good day, For your high school days will soon be passed away

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An firming Spent Nunn in an 09121 Hunan , Y grandfather's house was deserted, no one had stayed there since his death, two years ago. I kept telling myself over and over again I wasn't afraid. The place belonged to me and I had a perfect right to E964 stay there if I chose. It was late, the night was bad and as no other place offered itself, there was where I made my way. I confess I felt a little nervous as I groped around in the dark for the keyhole, but once inside and the lights on, I began to feel comfortable. After making sure that all the windows were fastened and the door locked I went upstairs to bed. I must have been asleep several hours when I awoke with a start. I re- mained quiet for a few minutes, trying to divine what had awakened me, but I felt sure it must have been the wind. The wind had sprung up while I slept, and was now slashing the floor and rocking the old house in a terrible manner, banging doors and rattling windows. I was almost asleep again when there was such an awful crash, that I sat bolt upright in bed. The crash was followed by a death- like stillness, and then very faintly to my straining ears I caught the sound of some one slowly creeping up the stairs. What could I do there all alone in this big house? Silently I crawled .Jul of bed and hid behind an old chest and waited breathlessly. Still that slow monotonous tread on the stairs. Why didn't it either stop or come quickly. That slow, ghostly, continuous step was maddening, and yet it was coming nearer and nearer all the time. Now it must be at the top, yes, the door was opened inch by inch until it was opened wide enough for a man to squeeze through. I could only feel his presence in my room, for it was still too dark to see distinctly. What could onyone mean wandering around there in the pitch blackness of the night, for he made no effort to make a light. Surely, it was now coming in my direction, for I could feel its hot breath on my cheekg still I didn't move, I was as one who had been petrified, and then-- all was blackness. VVhen I came to the daylight was streaming in through the open window and my dear old friend Carlo was licking my hands and face in joy. Carlo, not liking the baggage room, had gotten loose and followed me here. By breaking in the window and coming up the stairs he had caused me to nearly die of fright. ' N. L., ,I7. Uhr 1352115 Hear Ed Hinton ring the bells- Rusty bells! What a world of servitude their jangling foretells. How they jangle, rangle, twangle, In the school house old quadrangle, VVhile the fiendish eyes that vie us Watch for sluggards than the pious. Countenanced with burning ire, Looking holes, holes, holes Thro' our cringing, quaking souls, While our timid little hearts, Beating, swelling, aching In the palpitating bosoms of us boys. H. M., '15. Page Twenty sei en