Pendleton Heights High School - Papyrus Yearbook (Pendleton, IN)

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THE PAPYRUS '23 Witness For The Defense I have just read 'What They Think of Us' and I feel deeply insulted -deeply insulted--but only one-twenty-fourth as insulted as the Junior Class! We are not the most apathetic set in school! I could name a dozen Seniors and two dozen Sophomores that sit in class looking as blank as geese without the pep even to get into mischief, and the teachers don't say anything about that. Oh, No! Well, we're not that bad yet! It may be true that We don't talk by the hour about the most interesting facts, that Euclid was a smart man, or that there is a hidden meaning in 'Idylls of The King' or some similiarly enlightening subject, but it cannot be said that we are a dull class. It is only that we are exercising our brain in a different quarter. And as for us laughing and crying over stories-why it's too im- possible for Words! Laugh at a story when Oliver Loy turns a somersault in his seat? Cry over a story when we have the trials of the girls trying to court Edwin Swain, to weep over? Well I should say not! It takes something to move us. Speaking of Oliver Loy, it is not to be expected that a mere teacher could get ahead of him. In fact-it takes a mighty good one to even keep up with him. And if any of the teachers can do that I don't see Why they should worry about their dignity. The other can be cashed for a good deal more value with the Junior Class. Besides he gives excellent advice. Every- thing he utters is fraught with meaning. You do him an injustice-you do indeed-when you say that his remarks are simple. They're not simple -they are subtle. So much so, it seems that the teachers, even, do not perceive their true meaning. And since it is so evident that Oliver has a very original, very master- ful mind doesn't it seem that a teacher should be proud of the opportunity cf teaching him. At least, that should be the logical conclusion, and here this teacher. is searching for sutlicient cause to send him out of class. We begof ycu. Miss Elvin Cfor we know, by experience, that this has come from such a sourcel-do not. If not for your sake. then for ours. How would we ever get through a recitation Without him? Pity us! Don't send him out. If you have to send some one out, send Irvin Palmer, or Horace Mingle, or me, but not Oliver. We need him, you need him, the girl who sits beside him needs him. I don't think it will do any harm now that school is so near over, to explain that situation to you. Surely, you didn't think it was natural. Did it never occur to you that they might be partners? Did you never wonder how Oliver could deny things so realistically? Did you never question the unsmiling face of that girl? Don't you understand how they work things together and hold up just on the self-control of that girl ? Lastly, we ask you not to think of your associations with our class as troubles. It is the only really uncharitable thing that has been said. How- ever, we are glad you made the confession and we hope that you, have been brought to look at the situation in the right light by this time. fMost of this has been addressed to Miss Elvin not because she is the most important, but because she is the littlest. Tell Miss Hector that she is answered above where it says, 'It takes a mighty good one to even keep up with him' and tell her it's a complimentj David Ireland Page 25

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THE PAPYRUS '23 li-1 THE soPHoMoRE CHRONICLE FLORENCE FRANKLIN, President HERSCHEL MEYERS, Vice-President MARY BROWN, Sec'y-Treasurer A long, long time ago the class of '25 first entered the realm of peda- gogical sway. After frequent--almost daily- lectures about talking aloud or about acting wrong generally, the class, leaving a few poor mortals, per- haps, behind, left that room to enter into the realm of the second reader. Here the poor ingredients of the class suffered sore punishments. Here they felt the honorable presence of a yardstick and of bandages which were to be used over whispering mouths. Here our dear friend, Pork, first had such an implement used to curb her very large demerit-making ability. How she does wish she could have felt that, this year! Twenty-three de- merits! And so they went through school, nothing of moment occuring. They had good teachers and bad teachers. One year they even had self-govern- ment and alas! how the truth was stretched. This year, too, inaugurated the privilege of exemption and ah! the sad hours that attend it! At last they entered the High School building as lowly seventh grade pupils. There was much confusion. After a year observing behavior, they settled down into partially respected, eighth grade pupils. But their cup of joy was filled and running over when they really became Freshmen. However, that joy was soon spilled when they were hazed by the heartless Sophomores. Some escaped by a miracle with no hurt except fear. How they longed to be Sophomores, to revenge themselves fittingly. Not long ago-at the beginning of the year-they did enter the Sopho- more class and also not long ago they did have a Weiner roast and thus for- feited their parties for the rest of the year. It was decided that two- thirty was too early to get in. Also not very long ago the Sophomores gave a play entitled the Alphabetical Romance. suggested and coached by Miss Wilson. The applause and testimony seemed to declare that they had passed all others on the road to the heart of their appreciative audience. And so, as far as it has been revealed to us, thus far have we told it. Geneva Vernon iF. H. Si THE BABIES IN THE WOODS Did you ever hear about the babes in the woods, That were lost from their mama's one day? Did you ever hear what time they got home, And what each one had to say? The weiners were fine, The marshmellows brown, They didn't care If they never reached town. One said go this way and one said go that, The teachers were tangled all up in a trap, So over almost two counties they traveled with glee, And didn't reach home until almost three. So poor little Sophies, That was their first and their last, Next year they'll obey, The ones in charge of their class. Grace Alley '24 Page 27