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

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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

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THE PAPYRUS '23 i..L WHAT CHANGES TIME MAKES Of course, we are only Freshmen, but we feel years older than when we first came to this dreadful, horrible building, commonly known as the Pendleton High School. Three years have made some wonderful UD changes in us since that memorable time. Let me describe to you the pitiful condition we were in and if you have any sympathy in your heart at all, you'll certainly sympathize with the seventh graders now and all the seventh grade hereafter. It was cn a beautiful September morning falthough for the lives of us we could not have told whether the sun was shining or the rain was pouring down in torrents, we were so bewildered and so terribly frightened at that mammoth school buildingj After finally getting up the steps four knees knocked together so loudly they must have been heard a block awayb we walked through those halls to the assembly. Many of us had never seen such a big room before. But, patient readers, the worst is yet to come. We thought we had passed it already but what we had experienced was nothing to what we saw when we came to the assembly and siw those tall. dignified, fierce looking teachers. Oh, how we did wish the earth would open and swallow us! We tiniidly sat down in the seats nearest us, for we were afraid to walk very far. We sat there and talked but scarcely above a whisper until the bell rang, at the sound of which we nearly died with fright. Mr. Amick made a very pretty speech about us all feeling at home and of course we all listened attentively. Then he told us about the various rooms and we were surprised, but thankful when ne said that the other classes didn't know any more about the rooms than the seventh graders. He told each class to go to their respective rooms and we all fell over each other in getting there. To our horror and chagrin a sour, crabbed man, the one that had been introduced as Mr. Miller, was looking into our faces We felt right then that we were doomed to be martyrs. When we met the rest of our teachers they were just as bad. The following days were not as bad as we had at first anticipated and after we had gotten accustomed to the ways of the school, things went along fine. Before we realized it we had gone to the High School a year and school was almost out. Soon we marched out of the building feeling very glad that we had gotten out of the grind and the awful lessons that the teachers had persisted in giving us. We started in the eighth grade with an entirely different attitude than had been exhibited the previous year. We marched into the assembly feeling rather important for no special reason at all. We were anything but timid. In fact the the eighth grade was known for its mischievious- ness. School went along fine with one or two exceptions, once when a girl dropped a sack of candy out of her desk, and another time when several ink bottles rolled gracefully and noiselessly UD down the aisle from the eighth grade section. This year ended at last, peacefully and naturally enough: with us very glad to escape the cruel looks of the teachers-espec- ially of Miss Wilson-and the torturous blue slips. And now this is the last year of our experience in school-but not the least. So far, nothing exciting has happened in the Freshmen Class. Everybody else says we're green and don't know anything, but that's just one time they're mistaken. The real trouble is that people-especially the Sophies- don't realize how important the Freshmen are. We know it wouldn't be much of a High School without us Freshmen. Of course, the Seniors, the Juniors and those Sophies don't appreciate us, but one consol- ation is, that we appreciate ourselves.-Deborah Lantz. Page 29