Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1908 volume:

VALUE FOR YOUR MONEY - AT - Bergman’s Tailor Shop FIT and WORKMANSHIP GUARANTEED. oui Ice Cream Soda 5 Cents. Why buy stale candy packed in boxes when you can get fresh High Grade for the same price at Kooser Kandy Kitchen. THE PLYMOUTH STEAM LAUNDRY. THE HOME OF GLEAN LINEN. Call or Phone When in need of Staple or Fancy Groceries. Give Us a Trial. The When IF YOOU WANT MYERS BRYAN Good and Staple Groceries Go to the Trade Palace Grocery Clarence M. Slayter, Proprietor. Livery and Sale Barn, ALL CITY CALLS PROMPTLY ATTENDED. TRY US. PHONE 121. PLYMOUTH. INDIANA. DR. E. R. DANFORTH, DEN TIS T. •qROOM 2. STATE BANK BUILDING office hours: g2 Sraduat'0 9 ort ituosiern TELEPHONE 116. 9 niueraity Dcnta Sc A 00 . If you need 'lowers or I duals for special oc- casions, see : : : : FORBES. DON T FAIL TO VISIT THE Coolest Spot In Town THE VAUDETTE Change of Prograrnrne ev- ery night. D. W. DeWitt, Prop -THE- City Meat Market All Meats First Class Prompt Delivery a Specialty. M. A. Pesch, PROPRIETOR. PHONE 13. You Will Only find them Here New and Exclusive Novelties In : : : Summer OUllllllvl Necessities Shirts, Ties, Panama and Straw hats, Half-Hose, Underwear and Shoes. BALL £ COMPANY, The Home of Hart, Schaffner C Marx Fine Clothes Glass flftotto: Render to All their Dues. A X Glass ©fficevs. President Fred Henry Kuhn, Jr. Vice-President —Raymond Earle McLaughlin. Secretary — Mary Amelia Scott. Marshal - Orlando Johnson. X Glass Golovs. Green and White. A A Glass Jflower. Bridal Rose. School Board. Theodore Cressner. George H. I hayer, Jr. R. A. Randall. Dr. T. A. Borton. Faculty. F. B. Carey. Emma Chesney. Laura Benedict. Evangeline Morrissey. W. R. Tows ley. A Monthly «Journal Devoted to the Interests of the Plymouth High School. The Students of Plymouth High School, Publishers and Proprietors SUB5CKII TI0N. 30c A Yl-Ak. SINGI.K COPIES. 10c Vol. II. Plymouth, Ind., June, 1908. No. 4. Class ipropbccy Delldora Deioney ‘08. I was on my way from the West to New York City and as familiar objects met my view 1 was seized with an irresistible longing to sec once again the old High School and hear of form- er classmates. Twenty years before in the month of roses we had all stood in our caps and gowns and sung. “Wc are waiting on the threshold” During those twenty years I had heard of but two mem- bers of the class and one was Orlando Johnson who by his cour- age in a recent battle with the progressive Chinese had become famous. I had heard Fred Kuhn play one of his matchless com- positions on the violin while he was on a western tour. 1 asked the conductor for a stop over and he kindly granted my request. After leaving the train 1 walked up the street in the direction of the school house. As 1 drew near 1 noticed that a new building had been added to the old one and I conjectured that this was being utilized for the increasing High School. 1 entered and wandered about until 1 discovered the assem- bly room. A tall, severe looking teacher came forward to wel- come me and to inquire whether I sought any one of the pupils. Her voice sounded strangely familiar and when I told her my 8 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE purpose she asked with what class I had graduated. I answered, “1908.” She uttered a little scream and wanted to know who I was for she was of that class. So had twenty years changed us. “Lottie Schroeder, she told me after I had given my name and asked her her's. She had taught in Plymouth five years and latin was her specialty, she told me, and I was not surprised for was she not an expert in the old days when but four out of the Senior class had the courage to read Virgil. Cyrles now was principal. Lottie began to give me the biographies of the whole class. “Mary Vinall is in Pekin with her uusband,” she remarked. “Who is her husband?” inquired I. “You ought to know.” I smiled. Yes, now I knew and I was not surprised. “Grace Bussard is president of Southern College and Ralph Rinard is property man of the great Vinkim Binkim Theatre,” my informant continued, after tapping her pencil at a small group of Senior girls. “Lester is an evangelist. Frank studied to be a minister but gave it up and is now ‘pitcher’ for the White Soxs. “Nestor Rhinehart became a trained nurse to aid her brother in his work but later married one of his professional acquaintances. Glen Worthington runs the Weekly Chronicle here. “But what about Ruth Leonard,” I impatiently broke in. “I am not sure about her but I will find out in a second.” “Charles”, she called. A young man plainly a Senior came to the desk and in answering Lottie he said: “Uncle Robert and Aunt Ruth are living in Chicago.” I know he must have marveled at my smile and at his Latin teacher’s giggle. Here the dismissal bell rang and after shaking hands with the principal I asked Lottie to walk back to the station with me. My companion continued her biography. “John,” said she, “is a well to do farmer. Lyrel the year after we graduated visited her brother in California and there met her affinity. Dessie Easterday is not married; she was dis- appointed in love. Mae Scott is a widow but her husband left her a great deal of money and she plays the character of Lady Bountiful.” Here we passed an imposing looking house and naturally I wished to know whose the residence was. And here I never thought to tell you,” Lottie exclaimed. “Judge Goodrich lives there. “You don’t mean Allen?” “Yes, and he is considered the greatest jurist in Indiana. He married Hazel Adams,” THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 9 I was speechless, and before I regained my composure 1 nearly ran into a very slender woman. Lottie seemed acquainted and I also for that matter for 1 was nearly deafened by the slender woman screaming, Why Dell, wherever did you fall from? Don't you know me? 1 am Frances Thayer that was, but now Mrs. Adomeit. But tell me of yourself—and won't you come home with me?” 1 thanked her for the invitation, but declined stating my reasons and also briefly describing my life and after affectionate farewells we parted. Did Grace Roberts ever teach? I asked after we had walked some distance in silence. One year and then she married Orlow Leonhard. Glen Scybold is editor of the Flying Machine,” in St. Louis. Earl Me contracts for all the big bridges being built. Vera Suseland died an old maid.” We drew near the depot as the train pulled in and after bidding Lottie a hasty goodbye 1 was once more on my journey. THE SENIORS’ CHIEF OCCUPATIONS. Grace Roberts 08. Grace Bussard—singing lullabys. Mae Scott—giggling. Lester Zumbaugh—tooting a horn. Earl McLaughlin—strolling out to Nada's. Ruth Leonard—dreaming. Mary Vinall—smiling at Orlando. Vera Suseland—giving tickets for a concert. Lyrel Morris—writing letters. Cyrles Greiner—looking pious. Glen Scybold—using big words. Nester Rhinehart—thinking of her sailor boy. Francis lhayer—eating ice-cream. Lottie Schroeder—standing before the mirror. Dessie Easterday—attending ball games. Glenn Worthington—bluffing. Frank Martindale—watching Flora. Ralph Rinard—catching flies. Deldora Deloney—writing stories. Grace Roberts—curling her hair (t) Orlando Johnson—trying to be a soldier. Allen Goodrich—holding Hazel’s hand. John Eckert—holding on his green cap. Fred Kuhn—planning a trip around the world in 1 is bran new car. 10 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE E. E. Fry. THE STUDENTS' VOICE 11 Fred Henry Kulin Jr.— Freddie” Thesis: Progress in Automo- bile Construction. President of class 1904-08; Member of Base Ball team '05-0. How oft. when thou, my music, music play’st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds.” ('.race Imogene Bussard; ittle TTcy” Thesis: The Dignity of Silence. ('.iris Quartette. Treasurer M class. 1907-08. Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low. an excellent thing in woman.” Raymond Earl McLaughlin— Soup.” Thesis: The Spirit of Democ- racy. President Athletic Association. Captain Basket Ball team. Vice-president Senior class. Winner of gold medal in County Oratorical contest, '07. Valedictorian. Nature might stand up. And say to all the world—This is a man.” 1? THE STUDENTS' VOICE Mary Amelia Scott— Scotty” Secretary of class, 1907-08. Thesis: Immigration and Lab- or Troubles. Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle; Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty; Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle; Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty.” ()rlando Johnson— Cap.” Thesis: The Trusts. Marshall of class 1907-8. In peace there’s nothing so be- comes a man As modest stillness and humil- ity; But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the tiger. Vera Lenore Suseland— B” Thesis: The Negro Question. Girls' Double Quartette. What an eye she hath! me- thinks it sounds a parley of provocation.” THK STUDENTS’ VOICE 13 Mary Bovver Vinali. Thesis: Language. “Too modest are you; More cruel to your good report than grateful To us that gave you truly.” Wesley Allen Goodrich— Icha- bod” Thesis: The Government Own- ership of Railways is Imprac- ticable. These signs have marked me extraordinary: And all the courses of my life do show 1 am not in the roll of common Lyrel Gertrude Morris—“Tom Thesis: Class History. Vice-president of class ’04-5; President Girls' Basket Ball team 1906-07. President of Tennis sso elation. Class Historian. Her fingers shame the ivory keys, They dance so light along.” 14 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE Grace Mae Roberts—“Gracious ’ Thesis: Geographical Distribu- tion of Immigration. Four year Latin student. “Gentle thou art and therefore to be won , Beauteous thou art. therefore to be assailed; And when a woman woos, what woman's son Will sourly leave her till she hath prevailed ?“ Cyrles Ray Greiner—“Dad” Thesis: Indiana. “Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.” Lottie Ellen Schroeder—“Lott” Thesis: Unification of Italy. Center, Girls' Basket Ball team, '06-’07; Four year Latin student. ‘Tf I should speak, vShe would mock me into air; O, she would laugh me Out of myself, press me to death with wit. i THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 15 Raymond Glen Seybold—-“Ben” Thesis: The Press and its Rela- tion to the People. Editor of Students’ Voice. Class treasurer ‘05-7. “Vet I was mortally brought forth and am No other than I appear.” X e s t e r Rh i n eh art—“ X cs. ’ ‘ Thesis: The Price of Industry. “Forward, Girls’ Basket Ball team '0(5-7. “If she be made of white and red. Her faults will ne'er be known, For blushing cheeks by faults arc bred, And fears by pale white shown. Lester Nelson ' . u m baug h—• Zumy Thesis: Pathogenesis. Boys' Quartette. Member Base Ball team. “What’s in a name that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called. 1G THE STUDENTS’ VOICE Andrew John Eckert Jr—“John- ny” Thesis: What the United States has done for Cuba. Track Team representative, In- terschoteistic Meet, Ham- mond, Nature has framed strange fel- lows in her time: Some that will laugh like par- rots at a bag-piper: And others of such vinegar as- pect That they’ll not show their teeth in way of smile.’’ Ruth Abrenda Leonard— Bub” Thesis: The Panama Canal. “A maiden never bold; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blushed at herself.” Frank Elijah Martindale— Bar- 99 n ey Thesis: Government and Civil- ization. Treasurer Athletic Association. Captain of Base Ball team. “I must have liberty, Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 17 Delklora Deloney—“Dell” Thesis: The Church of Eng- land and Henry the Eighth. Four year Latin student. “She is young, wise, fair; In these to nature she’s imme- diate heir, And these breed honor.” Ralph Marsh kinard—“Richard Mansfield, Jr.” Thesis: The advancement of Commercial Electro-Chemis- try. Boys’ Quartette. “All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts. Dessie Margaret Easterday—• “Dess” Thesis: The American Army. “She has a sunny face where’er she goes, A laugh as from her bed she crawls, And yet a smile, as off to sleep she falls.” 18 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE Francis Arietta Thayer—“Ton- de Thesis: 'Die American Navy. Vice-President of class ’06-7; President. Girls’ Basket Ball team ’06-7-8. Four years Lat- in student. “Her virtues, graced with ex- ternal gifts. Do breed love’s settled passions in my heart.” G len Cove Worthington— “Worthy” 'Phesis: Forest Preservation. Business Manager of “The Students’ Voice.” 1907-8; Boys’ Quartette. “Look here, upon this picture. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion’s curls; the front of Jove himself!” THE STUDENTS VOICE 19 SPIRIT OF DEMOCRACY Earl McLaughlin ‘08. There has been no time in history when the necessity for government did not exist. There has been no time in history when some form of government was not known to man, for the relation of man to man necessitates government. The form at times has been crude and undeveloped, yet always in harmony with man and his stage of advancement. As we look back over the past we find social groups num- bering countless thousands. From the very beginning the po- litical institutions of these social bodies have been undergoing an evolution. The development has been due to slow and deliberate human effort. From the dawn of history when men were formed into bar- barous tribes subject to despotic rule until the modern age of civilization when nations stand forth free and self-governed, the law of our fathers that In union there is strength has suf- fered no amendment. Governments are the living exponent of these social conditions; they are called into existence by the people and maintained by them for the benefits which the power of government confers. Governments are not of spontaneous growth. They arc not found by philosophers and lawgivers. Such institutions are the works of human effort directed toward promoting the wel- fare of the people. In the primitive age society was weak and incapable of rul- ing itself, therefore submitted to a despotic rule. But during the progress of time society advanced, increased in power and in- fluence and the governments were forced to change their forms in compliance with the thoughts and feelings of their subjects. Since the progress of the governments from the beginning has been due to the advancement of society, the growth of govern- mental system, as a consequence of social, moral, and intellectual development, must be accepted as a natural law. Our life is one of progress. Men in all civilized lands, im- pelled by the same feeling of humanity, influenced by a common welfare are gaining independence, extending the domain of pri- vate rights, making laws and advancing toward a more perfect state. Since society emerged from the primitive state, since it began to improve, democratic principles have advanced and dem- ocratic institutions established. Since the rise of popular educa- tion in the last century, the advance of this democratic principle has everywhere been ’marked. A few generations ago the ruler was supposed to receive his power from God; now he receives it from the people. Then the people served the ruler, now the ruler is the servant of the people. 1 he idea of the so-called Divine Rights of Kings ’ has been destroyed. Now almost every nation in the civilized world recognizes that governments must be con- 20 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE trolled by the people. No political question of the present day excites more profound interest than the advancement of the the- ory of self-government. It affects the welfare of society and determines destiny of nations. Man is by nature speculative. While it is true, in a measure, that some would change the forms to which they are accustomed, still to be dissatisfied with the present condition and continually desirous of a change seems to be born in human nature. Man is constantly living in dreams of what is to come, in ideals of what ought to be. Were this principle otherwise, humanity would still be groping in the darkness of the past ages. It is owing to this spirit of progress, these dreams of ideals that we are enabled to live in the exhilarating atmosphere of civilization. As society has improved the spirit of Democracy has made rapid progress. It grows with the growth of knowledge. It strengthens with the strength of reason. Its power and influence is advanced by the advance of man. Under it man feels in his inmost soul that everything should be free. When visited by its spirit, he is actuated by a nobler resolve, he kindles with loftier aspirations, he performs deeds more heroic, he speaks with an eloquence more sublime. The star of democracy first appeared on the western horizon ; but so dense was the fog of conservatism and doubt that the peo- ple living in the eastern countries failed to see its glories. But since the fog has been dissipated its glories are reflected from England's shores. It has tinted the sunny fields of Spain. It has reached France. Piercing to the south, its rays of light have penetrated the monarchical gloom ami slavish ignorance of south- ern countries. Brazil, Chili and Mexico have thrown aside the cloak of royalty and are wearing the cloak of democracy. If the visions of the prophets are ever to be realized, if the nations of this world which arc yet lingering in the gloom of ig- norance and superstition of the primitive ages, expect to attain self-government it must be through the education of the common people. Contrast United States, the home of freedom and culture with Russia the home of bondage and ignorance. In Russia the education is only for a chosen few. here it is for everybody. Rus- sia is the home of confusion and strife. Men who try to educate the lower classes forfeit their lives. Would Russia but educate her people and give them voice in the government she would soon stand forth as a far more highly civilized nation. Now we see that with the advance of democracy and democratic prin- ciples that the world moves to a higher elevation. Therefore, as we go farther tonight let us not stop with the education which we have received in our short school career, but push on and on striving to reach a higher plane and to promote the cause of ed- ucation. Since with advancement of education will the state of democracy shine brighter and clearer over this world. To you, sir, the superintendent of this school, our first words of THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 21 parting art- clue. In the name of the class of 1008, I tender you our sincere gratitude for your helpful and sympathetic relations with us in the years now closing. You have been to us as only a true friend can be. For the advice and deep interest which you have taken with us during the past four years, we wish to thank you. Your influence among us has been to stimulate us to higher ideals and inspire us to higher aims. To the members of the faculty let me extend our sincere thanks for your efforts in our behalf. To you has been given a task to impress upon us the truths which shall make our lives a success. How well you have completed this task the future alone can tell. We arc filled with doubts as we leave you. for here we have relied upon your wisdom and guidance; here we have sought advice and assistance from you. who have always been ready to bestow it. Now we launch our little craft away from the shipyard and the master’s hand. We go to fight our own battles with the waves. Our own eves must now watch the compass and our own hands guide the rudder. We realize now when we sav farewell that in the hour of our successes, we will look back and say that to you we owe a great debt. To members of the board of education, let me extend our sin- cere appreciation for the interest which you have taken in ur school career. You have worked and are still working to make this school the best school in the state. Through this effort on us hope that in the future our school shall still continue to rank- first among the others. Classmates: Our school days are ended. During the oast four years our friendship has grown to mutual affection. For four years we have been together, sharing the same thoughts, little dreaming that our school days were closing so quickly. Tt will be hoove us well to step cautiouslv as we cross the threshold and emerge into the dazzling sunlight and into the deafening din of the busy world. Think not as you go out into this world that success will come at vour bidding. “He who would win must labor for the prize. To many of us the education we have ob- tained here will be just a beginning and whatever of the world’s wealth and honor we share, we shall be indebted to our school. Classmates, this may be the last time our class shall meet unbroken. Let us forget the heart wounds of class rivalry. Let us, as we say farewell bear away from this place the pleas- ant memory of our school days and may you all share in that spirit of democracy which makes for life success and a higher civilization. One day Mr. Carey expounded a new theory to his arith- metic class, viz—that there are thirty-one gallons in a pint. He also said that his experience in the past had been that one gal. equals two quarts (of ice cream). 22 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE MY DREAM. Fred Kuhn, ’08. One cold winter night I heard the door bell ring and upon answering the call I found that two of my classmates had come to pay me a visit. At first it was very hard to get the boys interested in the amusements I suggested until I thought of an original game which remains unnamed. Each of the boys was given a plate with eight pieces of cake or dough on it and were asked to stand one on each side of the piano stool. I then sat down and began to play the scales from low do to the corresponding note one octave above, and then told them that when I played do on the piano they should put a piece of the cake in their mouths and sing the note sounded: doing this in the best way they could on up the scale, until all eight pieces of cake were used up. I had announced beforehand that the prize should be awarded to the one who could sing the last note the most clearly with the eight pieces of cake in his mouth. I perceived that when the fifth note of the scale was reached that it sounded more like a growl than sol. the correct tone. It was now time for me to play high C and the boys at once put the eighth piece of cake in their mouths and tried to make the corresponding one: but alas bv this time their mouths were so full that upon singing the last note, all eight pieces of dough flew out of their mouths and struck the piano keys, bouncing around hitting them at the correct intervals and playing that beautiful and most loved of our high school songs entitled: “There's Music in the Air.” I kicked the bedpost and found myself sitting up in bed, going through the motions of playing the piano, but have since decided that I was trying to get out my second lesson in type- writing. THE STUDENTS' VOICE 23 THE DIGNITY OF SILENCE. Grace Imogene Bussard. Dignity, «is defined in that recognized authority, Century Dictionary, is “the state oi being worthy. It is stated more poetically, but just as truly, by Wordsworth in these words,— “True dignity abides with her alone, Who, in the silent hour of inward thought. Can still respect, can still revere herself, In lowliness of heart. Consider first the silent forces of nature. Have you not wandered in the forest when all was silent? When, not a bird sang, not an insect buzzed, when the little brook flowed on so softly and so noiselessly, you doubted if it really ran at all? When not a leaf stirred, not a breeze blew, and when e'en the owlets had ceased to hoot? Ah! then you would fain have stood mute and lifeless among Mother Nature's other children. While walking along a deserted beach with only the mon- otonous splash, splash, and roar. roar, of the waves as company, have you not longed to open wide your arms and be swallowed up in the depths? Traveling alone through mountain passes, the sun high above, massive stone walls rising on either side, and o'er that precipitous edge, far clown .from the very depths of the chasm you heard a faint gurgle, gurgle, as a mountain stream glided on to the sea. Were you not tempted then to let yourself fall from your lofty ledge and perish in that silencer Was it a tempest in the forest, a fierce storm upon the sea. the screech of eagles in their downward flight, that cast this spell upon you? Ah no. my friend. It was the silence, the dead, ap- palling silence, the dignity of silence in Nature. Observe the influence of silence on mankind. Look around you at the lives of vour companions,—silence in old age. in the prime of life, and in childhood: silence in grief, in anger, and in joy. There is a mother, bent, wrinkled, careworn : with watery eye, withered hand, and weary feet: watching, waiting, listening. When the news comes that her boy is dead, her last son. dead upon the field for his country’s sake, we see her calmly turn and resume her duties, till her Father shall sec fit to call her also. Behold the young man coming from work, tired, vet happy, knoiwng that a warm fire and cherry smile will greet him at his hearth. Rut soon. alas, a shadow casts a gloom across that face. A fe w short days and we find him with bared head and tightly clasped hands, beside a freshly dug grave. He too turns,—face pale, set and determined, to fight on in this cold, wide world alone. The tiny todger seated by a sand box. busily engaged in making mud cakes is disturbed by his mother. She tells him of 24 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE tlie death of his shaggy-haired playmate, Gippy. The little man drops his lialf-made cake, looks at his mother with oig, round, incredulous eyes: slowly slips his hand into hers and goes with her to bury his dead doggie. A proud sweet-faced young lady is stopped by a coarse- featured. flashily dressed woman, who cpiestions her honesty and her womanhood. At first the proud face becomes an angry red: but knowing her accuser to be wrong she holds her peace and goes on her way. A Chinese girl in a mission school is given an American doll. She expresses her joy, not in laughing and in dancing, but her almond eyes sparkle and such a happy flush o’erspreads her little yellow face that no other demonstration of her great pleasure need be made. Look back! Was it the broken-hearted sobs of the mother that made you appreciate her grief? Was it the angry retort of the voting lady that made you resoect her? Was it the exclama- tions of ioy from the Chinese girl that told you she was happy? Rather, the inner-feeling written on her face. These are but a few of the numberless instances which exemplify the dignity of silence in human life. Tn the realm of nature we find the silent forces, electricity, sunlight, and frost, to be the most effective. Tn the world of man it has ever been the silent men of all times who have made his- tory. Rut, transcending all other evidence, is the life of the Man of Galilee. At one time putting forth to sea. exceedingly tired. He fell asleep. A great storm arose. The sailors, frightened and dis- mayed ’roused Him with the reproach. “Carcst Thou not that we perish?” TTe arose, stretched forth His hands to the ranging ele- ments. and with—“Peace, be still —all was calm. Only a glimpse of Him in Gethsemane will suffice. Here, after having endured agony beyond the expression of words. He faced the cross. Yet we hear Him sav. “Father. Thv will be done, not mine.” and returning to His slumbering disciples, so gently bid them—“Sleep on.” To His false accusers of the Sanhedrin. He offered not a word,—“He was oppressed, and He was afflicted, yet He opened not His mouth. He was brought as a lamb to the slaughter; and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so He opened not His mouth.” Tn His last hour of suffering there upon the cross, the laugh- ing, mocking, jeering crowd below Him. He lifted up His voice to’rd Heaven and pleaded.—Father, forgive them tor they know not what they do.” Is it because He angrily reproved the sailors for disturbing His sleep; is it because He rebelled against His Father’s will there in the garden; is it because He hurled curses down upon THE STUDENTS VOICE 2b the heads of those misguided people, that His name is now uni- versally loved, adored, revered? Ah no! it is because He bore His trials, His pain, His suffering—all—in silence. We have considered silence in nature, in mankind, and in the life o Christ: nature—the creation of God's hand; man, His creature; and Christ, His only begotten bon—silence in the realm of God. Is there in all His world aught more worthy, more dignified than silence? JUST IMAGINE— Allen without Hazel. Cyrles ‘'playing hookey. ’ tJessie reaching a stately height. Delldora with a diamond Earl as a member of a Bachelors’ Club.” Fred wearing a blue uniform. Frances walking erect. Frank not teasing. Glen VV. not “bluffing. Grace B. playing basket ball. Glen S. having a good time, not working. John as an orator. Lottie wearing a white belt. Lyrel wearing nose glasses. Lester without a pipe. Mary singing a solo. Nestor not blushing. Mae looking serious. Ralph as a minister. Ruth working. Orlando going courting. Vera with light hair and blue eyes. Grace R. with straight hair. cup. in Glen Worthington, in Physics recitation—“'fake a glass tin fill it with 11-2-0, and carefully place your heliotrope there- Latin Teacher—“How many horns has a cow. Francis?' Francis (absent-mindedly)— One. Lester Zumbaugh had great difficulty in getting a gown to fit, as he is either too broad or too short. 26 THE STUDENTS' VOICE THE PRAIRIE FIRE. Cyrles Greiner, Class ’08. It was a warm morning in the early part of the fall of 18—. When we arose we saw a taint smoke away to the west. There were four of us in the family and Jack, being the eldest boy, had to help father till the little prairie farm we called our own. About noon father and Jack came running to the house call- ing to us to come and see the tire. There to the west of us, where there had been but a small amount of smoke, was an immense black cloud and lire coming toward us before a brisk wind. We were in great danger unless we could get help to save our home, for the lire would be upon us in three or four hours at the rate it was then coming. Father thought it best to go to town for help, so he saddled old Molly and rode rapidly away towards Dover, the nearest town, three miles away. We waited anxiously for two long hours, but no father came, while the fire came on apace. About three o’clock we saw the fire begin its deadly work on Jones’ woods three miles away. Another half hour passed but still no father. The smoke shut the sun from our view and burnt leaves began to fall near us. We saw no means of escape. At last Jack rushed from the house to the barn. One horse had been left when father went away. This horse Jack hastily hitched to a plow. Then out in the field he began to plow around in a circle, calling loudly to mother to bring out the heavy binder canvas and wet it in water. Still he plowed around and around until the horse became frightened and ran away dragging the plow after him. Earth Vas thrown over the canvas and when the fire came nearer we crawled under this poor shelter. On looking out we could see our home burn. It became very hot and our shelter caught fire in several places and would have burned, had not Jack rushed out and wet the places with water from the buckets. It seemed hours but it was really only a few minutes before we could leave our shelter with safety. Where was father all this time? He had been delayed in getting to town and had failed to get help. On his way back the horse ran away with him. He then hid himself from the fire in a well seven miles to the east of us. Our home was completely destroyed, but the family circle was unbroken and that is worth a dozen homes. Mr. Towsley broke up a meeting of whispering Senior girls, the other day. In an animated discussion over graduation dresses they became quite loud; hence the attraction of Mr. Towsley’s attention. Earl McLaughlin, short hand class—“Mr. Carey, don’t you spell took, t-o-a-k?” Mae Scott likens her class pin to a turtle. How about “gold bugs,” Mae? THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 27 “A GHOST STORY.” Lottie Schroedcr '08. A man coming to a small town one night and seeking a room, was compelled to go to the house of an old woman who lived quite a distance from the town, in rather a secluded place. The room to which he was shown was cut off from the main building, and its entrance was from the outside. 'Phe man was tired and sought sleep early. While sleeping soundly he was disturbed by a terrible noise and the rocking of the house. Soon this ceased and everything was as still as death. Then came a voice through the stillness, singing, “Will they miss me at home? Will they miss me?” and after it had finished, silence reigned. The man lay there trying to solve the problem and at last, coming to the conclusion that the house contained a demented person, he dropped asleep. The next night at the same time he was again disturbed by the same rocking, the same noise and the same sweet singing. This time he began to feel strangely over the affair and deter- mined to sit up the next night and try to find out what and who it was. So on the third night, almost asleep, he was again aroused by the same noises. He didn’t wait for the singing to begin but seized a revolver and set out to seek an explanation. He knocked on the landlady’s door; she. seeing the revolver, threw up her hands and cried out, “1 didn't kill her. 1 didn't,” and fell dead at his feet. At her death the house was given to the city authorities. This man bought the house and set carpenters to work to tear it down. An enclosed room was found and the man ordered the carpenters to let him break a lath and look in the room first. Upon looking into the room he saw the beautiful face of a young girl reflected in the mirror and as lie stood gazing it slowly crumbled from sight. The explanation of this is that an old woman becoming jeal- ous of her son’s wife, shut her in this room and after her son’s death she sealed it. This beautiful girl was left here to die and none of her entreaties or promises moved the old woman to save her. Ruth Leonard—“How does it come that your hair has not turned gray, Mr. Fry? Mr. Frv—“I suppose it has not been exposed to the weather long enough to bring about that state of affairs. It is commonplace to break a camera but that blithesome maid, Lottie Schroeder “was going some” when she broke that mirror in the “lab” with one of her peculiar “looks.” Base Ball Team. Claude Switzer Cyrel Foreman Walter Thayer Paul Thayer F. B. Carey k. A. Randall Lewis i)rake Cuts Kuhn Lloyd Zumbaugh Frank Martindale Miles Price Earl McLaughlin THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 29 THE BASE-BALL QUESTION. Frank E. Martindale 08. fhe conditions, and 1 might say “dope” pointed toward our having a good base ball team lor 1908, but accident, poor support at games and bad weather combined with poor luck, made cir- cumstances adverse to prophecy. The first two games of the season with Culver Military Academy revealed our weak points in the outfields and while we were remedying this important branch of the team, Glen Mc- Laughlin became stricken with rheumatism. This circumstance resulted in the breaking up of our infield. Under such discouraging conditions the team showed ganie- ncss and always went into the game to win. This spring, the weather would not peimit the team to get more than two prac- tices a week, on an average, thus preventing our pitchers, Kuhn, Switzer and Cullen from being in the best of form. 1 can truthfully say that one of the great essentials for the successful maintenance of a ball team was decidedly lacking around Plymouth this year. 1 speak of support from the school and others. )ur team was not supported, financially or other- wise in the proper spirit. There were but few of our rooters pres- ent at the majority of the games, and so we lost money on every game at home. For this reason itself, we were obliged to “call off” a game here with Lal’crte. Without hesitation, 1 will say that there were many who continuously “knocked on us, owing to. the fact that we did not win games. The “knockers never gave one thought about the adverse conditions with which we were contending. We sincerely hope that future teams will be better support- ed. that these teams will be more successful, and that greater enthusiasm will predominate future base ball seasons. THIS ENDED THE FUN. A crowning feature of the commencement week was the picnic of the class of ‘08 at Pretty lake. The graduates were transported to and from Pretty lake in automobiles under the guidance of Fred Kuhn. The day was ideal and boat-riding and bathing were therefore very enjoyable. 'Pile girls of the class con- tributed the “nice things to cat.” Somebody ought to write a eulogy entitled Our Girls of ’08 and What They Can do in Cul- inary Art.'” A few incidents of the picnic are called to mind by our snake catcher. Rinard. It is believed by many that he will ever rue the day when he first learned to charm these reptiles. “Wesley Allen liked to shake ’em up with that ere dinner bell. Vera and Ruth had a real nice time, thank you. Seybold said that he was lazy, but it is needless to repeat the adjective used to describe in what degree he was so afflicted. As the shades of night were falling fast the merry picnic party was of necessity THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 31 JUNIORES VERBIS VIRGILI DESCRIPTUS. possum quia posse videntur..............................Juniors laetissima .......................................Lura Capron nunc placida compostus pace quiescit..............Louis Drake aeguns..........................................Mildred Drake spemque metumquc dubia .........................Frances Dunlap popularis .....................................Florence Foltz turbatus .........................................Elvia Freese excutior somno ...........................................Lloyd Greiner tanti ..........................................Harriet Guilder cithara crinitus lopas personat aurata..........Lawrence Hensel justissimus unus ...................................Ina Hoover demissa voce (loquitur) ....................Gertrude Jackman meis aus piciis ....................................Eva Jeftirs rumpit vocem ...................................Loretta Kruyer viribus audax ......................................Gus Kuhn fidens an ni mi................................Clara Leonhard risere ...........................................Glen Logan o dea certe .......................................Ruth Logan ferit aurea sidera clamor.........................Thomas Love fama seeper aethera notus ......................Tressie Martin multa quoque passus ........................Glen McLaughlin et notos pueri induc voltus .....................Harold North ille regit dictis animos ........................ rthur Palmer rapto potitur ....................................Miles Price studio....................................................Grace Ritchey in melius referet ...............................Reuben Rhodes serenos voltus ...............................Hazel Rosenbury praestanti formo ............................Melita Shoemaker placito...........................................Ada Snyder arduus .....................................Boyd Stephenson jessi rerum .....................................Claude Switzer insignem pietate virum......................Arthur I homson lacrimis oculos suffusa nitentis............Hazel A anVactor ainaus..........................................Leonore Vinall vasta se mole moventem .....................Lloyd Zumbaugh THREE L’S. Leonore is a little flirt Lura is another. Loretta she would like to be, But she’s afraid of mother. Mr. Fry in Physiology—“Do you live on solids or liquids?’ Mary Vinall—“Liquids.’ We presume Mary’s diet consists largely of milk. THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 33 HOT SHOTS. The Seniors of this year, they say, Have the big head in every way Because the vear before, ’tis said, They, the other classes in honors led. But this year they are very weak And when one of us big Juniors speak. They fall trembling to the ground. And wipe up dust for yards around. And what have these little Seniors done, To add to the glory already won? They have only won a small track meet. To heighten their high and lofty conceit. Of course they tried to orate best. But were left behind like all the rest. Then they tried story writing so fine But were found very poor in that great lint. In Base Ball we find two or three. But in Basket Ball only two we see. Which shows into what an awful state. These little fellows have fallen of late. But do not turn away with disgust. For on the Juniors you will find no rust; But look and see what WE have done. And at the many glories WE have won. Our orator is the best in the county, For money and medals were his bounty. Our story teller is simply great. And left'the rest at a merry rate. In Base Ball and Basket Ball WE are IT. And have the men that make the hits. But that is not all T have to tell you. Our great yell master is a Junior too. So, taking it all in all. The Tunions respond to every call— And when they went they took first place, Till now they are the only ones in the race. 34 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE Glen McLaughlin Lloyd Zumbaugh Harry Alexander Basket Ball Team. Claude Switzer YV. R. Lows ley Earl McLaughlin Gus Kuhn Leo Cullen Lewis Drake THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 35 JUNIOR ATHLETICS. Claude Switzer '09. The class of ’09 may well be proud of its rank in athletics in the High School. This class has been represented in all athletic teams for the past three years, and its men have always been found among the first in excellence. Base ball has been the chief sport of the class, and as Fresh- men they contributed three men to the team. In each of the two following years this number has been increased with two other men. As Sophomores, one member of '09 made good in Basket Ball and in the season just past, six out of eight men who made up the squad, were from '09. Track and field work attracts but very little attention in the school, but we have no doubt whatever, but that 09 has men who could win in this line. A brief personal mention of each man will .serve to show that they not only played, but that thev were a strong factor in build- ing up the teams of the school. Beyond all doubt, there are at least three men from the class of 09 that will go down the annals of High School Athletics of Plymouth, as men who were al- ways working for the glorv of the team and school. ’ The first members of this class to make good in Athletics were Gus Kuhn. Leo Cullen and Claude Switzer who became members of the base ball squad in their Freshman years and have been in the business ever since. As a Freshie Kuhn secured a berth on the pitching st-ifif. where he has since worked as a Sophomore and Tunior. The “big southpaw” is a good reliable man in the box. verv fast in the bases and a fine batter for a pitcher. As a Tunior Gus won a place on the Basket Ball team where he “starred as a guard. Leo Cullen, the lankv right-fielder and “general utility’ man. has developed into a good nitcbcT and fine outfielder. He hits the ball hard and is alwavs working for the rood of the team, as those who are acquainted with the bistorv of the team of 190? well know. “Dago” not onlv plays base ball, but won quite a reputation as basket ball center in 1907-8. Claude Switzer played third base as a Freshie and Soph., but in the middle of this season was shifted to short. The “Colonel’s ’ name was found well up toward the top in the batting averages of the championship team of 1907. He played a steady game as a fielder and has shown some form as a pitcher. The “Old Woman” also played basket ball on the team of 1907-08 and made a verv creditable showing. The fall of 1906. found a new man in the class, and this man, no other than Lloyd Zumbaugh. proceeded to make himself fa- mous by winning a position on both the base ball and basket ball teams of that year. As a Junior. “Zumy” caught for the base ball team, in which position the High School has never had his THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 36 equal. Helms of the 1907 team, excepted. “Xumy hits hard, leads the team in batting; runs bases like a whirlwind and “works all the time.” As a basket ball man, he is always in the fiercest of the fight, and can always be counted on to fight for victory until time is called. Glen McLaughlin tried out for base ball as a Sophomore, and won a position easily. “Mac played outfield on the cham- pionship team of 1907 and began the season of 1908 at short, but was compelled to leave the team on account of illness. He was a fine fielder, played short like a veteran and hit the ball all the time, and when he was compelled to quit, his loss was felt by the entire team. “Mac” played sub-forward on the basket ball team of 1907-08 and took part in five of the games where he showed himself to be a grand master of the art. Miles Trice won the oratorical content of 1908 and then just to show that a wise man can do something besides talk, he tried out for base ball, where he made good as a left fielder. He takes fine care of the left garden and is among the best hitters on the team. Little T ouis Drake, the runt � nd net of the class determined to do something besides turning flips. and won a nos«tion on the base ball team, nlavine “sub on the basket ball team of the past year. “Duckv” makes a good outfielder and promises to de- velop into a fast headv nlaver and will make a good basket ball man, if he only grows a little. Last hut not least, comes the “Old Man” otherwise known as Arthur Palmer, who was one of the two men who represented the school at the Northern Indiana Track and Field Meet this fall. Although “Preacher onlv got fourth place in this event, the half mile run. he certainlv deserves praise and credit for his efforts and every one who knows the conditions under which he worked will join with me in praising the “Old Man for his pluck. Monday morning. May 18, the students listened to an en- tertaining and instructive talk and reading by Mr. Miller of Ur- bana, 111. He believes the people of this country should take more of an interest in the tales of antiquated times. Every na- tion, in his opinion, has its one great tale, passed on by hand or mouth, from generation to generation, inspiring all men with its heroic strains. Such was the great national story of the Teu- tons, Danes and Saxons. Seigfried, a character both real and mythological. America’s national story is the one of Lincoln. In two thousand years a halo of mythology will surround the name of Lincoln, as now is around the name and story of Seig- fried. THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 37 CHICAGO TO ST. JOE BY WATER. El vie Freese, 0‘J. On a three-decked passenger boat, one bright day in July, were about 3000 passengers, myself among the number. We were eagerly awaiting the first move of the ship into the beauti- ful blue waters of Lake Michigan, enroute to St. Joe. After thirty minutes delay, the ropes were hauled in and ’’The Chi- cago'’ sped out of the river. All the passengers were very de- sirous of being in the front end of the boat where they might de- rive the full benefit of the lake breeze and procure a full view of the waters. All were light-hearted at the beginning of the voyage, but when we got about one mile from the shore, the wind began to blow and the waves and spray dashed high. As we were on the second deck we soon heard these remarks on every side: Aren’t you getting sea-sick? “Let’s go down into the cabin. My! this wind is terrible. ’ “Mamma, I’m getting seasick. etc. We noticed that the passengers on the upper deck were more eager to go to the cabin than we were. In another hour, scarce- ly three passengers were sitting upright in their chairs; for there on the cabin floor, on the steps, and on rude beds made of chairs, were victims of sea-sickness. I he pleasure boat had been turned into a floating hospital. After a four hours’ ride, we reached St. Joe. The pas- sengers could hardly get off the boat quickly enough, some evi- dently being tempted to jump from the sides of the boat. Just as we alighted from the ship, a heavy rain began falling. Our first task, of course, was to get our dinners. Upon inquiring for a restaurant we were directed to a “one-horse lunch room on the hill. Thither we proceeded. Anything but a palatable din- ner was served—vegetables cooked exceedingly rare, and coffee strong enough to walk off the table, if given the proper en- couragement, a sort of mixture called pudding, a slice or two of bread and butterine (mostly “ine ) and numerous other things too miserable to mention. This, together with the sea sickness, had a depressing effect upon our spirits. After dinner, the rain having ceased, we decided to walk around the town, but as we had only two hours leisure, we soon retreated to the wharf where the boat awaited us. At six o’clock all were on board and ready for the much- dreaded voyage home. At dark the rain again fell, accompanied by wind, thunder and lightning. After a weary journey of five- long hours, we again reached Chicago, one person reporting a good time—the old captain, who had his fun at the expense of the sea-sick crowd. Lottie Schroeder, in Latin class— Miss Chesnev. will you please trans this passage?’’ 33 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE A BALLAD. Harriet Guilder, '09. In Plymouth town there is a place, A very famous spot, To students and to townsfolk known As Learning’s sacred lot. There youths may go by day to learn, And lovers stroll by dark; It is the student’s chosen spot For many a joyful larK. There Juniors now stray long and late, In meditation deep. Each rubs his hand the while he walks, With philosophic sweep. And there we think upon the world. And life with all its woe. And how upon a certain day. To Seniors we may grow. And though we suffer greviously, We gladly lrail the fate That brings us toils and pains and wounds, Within this High School great. So let us sing, “Long live the school, Long live the sacred halls, Long live the Juniors every one, Who meet within its walls! Dr. Elijah Brown delivered a short spicy talk before the high school, Tuesday morning. May 19th. He is a most pleasing speaker, as was evidenced by the laughter at his many stories. Much of his speech was made up of advice to his audience. He said there is no person who will not. sooner or later, have many obstacles to contend with. These may cause a person great sor- row and cause him to give up hope of ever being successful. In illustrating this point. Mr. Brown said once there were two little frogs who fell into a milkman's can. They both struggled to keep on the surface. One of them, however, was becoming ex- hausted and discouraged and thought it might as well give up first as last ,and so sank to the bottom. The other still struggled kicking right and left. It would never give up. After awhile its kicking had so churned up the milk that a lump of butter was formed and the plucky frog crawled up on top of it, well rewarded for its efforts. THE STUDENTS' VOICE 39 JUNIORS FAREWELL TO THE SENIORS. Tom Love ’09. 'Phe Seniors are now preparing For that clay when they’ll look hack, When all of them were wearing That solemn garb of black . Of course at first they were Freshmen, ’Twas then they began to climb That glorious ladder of Knowledge That prepares us for future Time. While there are only four rounds on the ladder, Each round represents a year. And when three rounds of it are passed You’re in your Senior year. The Seniors are standing on top Of that wonderful ladder of fame. While some are standing firm and sound, Others can scarcely hold their claim. But for them we wish the best success. And in the years to come, We are all hoping that they succeed In the one short life we run. Since we are nearing that one great class, That is—we JUNIORS, few. So this is all that we can say, Here’s a fond farewell to you.” THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 41 SOPHOMORE SIFTINGS. Emmons, our ambitious boy, has of late had the honor of holding down a front seat in the Geometry class. Robert, our society lad, loves to sit by the window in the history room and look out across at-----the green foliage. Kate is still smiling. Turtles brought to class, count 5 per cent, off, especially when the one in whose possession it is, tries to give a free ani- mal performance. Bob E. communicates with Erma II. incessantly. Paul, our big hoy. does not like to read the part of Orlando in Shakespeare’s “As You Like It,” when a girl is reading the part of Rosalind. Erwin, our little Dutchman, is the only one, who always has perfect German lessons. Marc, Bert Lauer. and Foreman have been occupying front seats in the history room for the last month. Marc believes this to he a special honor conferred upon them. Some of the teachers remarked that judging from the num- ber of class meetings we have been having there must he a great number of business-like students in our class. Esther O’Keefe, our former class treasurer, who has been compelled to leave her studies on account of ill health, handed in her resignation a few weeks ago, and Lulu Carey was elected for the place. Four Sophomores took part in the interclass track meet held May the 8th. They were Firestone, and Paul Thayer on the broad jump; and Long and McCrory in the discus throw. Firestone and Thayer did not gain any points but made a credi- table showing. McCrory says the crowd frightened him. or he would have beaten Eckert’s record. But say. did the people gasp for breath when Bob let go of the discus i es. and several beat a hasty retreat, for -- it went the wrong way. Three Sophomores succeeded in making good on the High School base ball team. They were Paul Thayer, and Cyrel Fore- man. Paul has been playing in the right field, Walter in center, and Foreman in the last few games, has been holding down the third sack. Walter has been doing good work with the bat. Irene.Marie and Cccile have been made to move a few seats from each other, in the History room. Francis “dropped” geometry. Thomson Myers, our class president, keeps perfect order in our class meetings. At the address given by Judge Hess, on the afternoon of May 22nd. Fcrrel Shaffer played a beautiful instrumental solo, and Cecile Burkett rendered a beautiful vocal solo. Hattie Smith, one of our class students, will not be with us any more, as she is going to move with her parents to Penn- sylvania. 42 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE “Spring fever” has been making disastrous effects upon our recitation grades. Walter does not like to go near cemeteries after the sun has gone down. THE LOST NOTE. Paul Thayer, Class ’10. One evening as I was with my friend, the famous detective, Alexander Sherlock, a very excited young lady came to us. After she had become less agitated, she told us that her name was Elizabeth Lee and that she wanted Sherlock to find a note which she had lost that morning. He asked her to state the facts of the case and he would then proceed to drop off into that analyti- cal reverie. It seemed that she had written a note to Kathryn Kebert that morning while in the assembly room of the High School. It had been duly mailed by the Students’ Post; but had not been received. If he recovered it she would be willing to give him $.50 as a reward. A few evenings after this when 1 was with him in his rooms on East S-------street, 1 asked him how the mystery came out. He said it was a very simple problem. He explained: I asked her to make a note and fold and address it to look like the one she lost. She had done this. I then wrote a short note on the inside in her own handwriting,—you know I'm quite a penman. I mussed it up to look like an old note, and also smeared some lead on the inside. I gave this to her. trusting that she would not look inside, and. if she did. to bluff it through. She took it alright and gave me the reward. You’re smoking part of it now. That was a very easy way out of a tight place, don’t you think? PATRIOTIC EXERCISES. Friday afternoon. May 22nd, the members of the local G. A. R. and Y. R. C. visited the high school and participated with the students in exercises of a patriotic nature. Prof. Fry gave a short talk of welcome to the old soldiers. The song America”, was sung by the entire student body. Ferrel Shafer. Cecil Bur- kett and the Boys’ Quartette favored the audience with instru- mental and vocal selections. 'Phe address given the old soldiers and the school by Judge Wm. Hess was a fine production and greatly appreciated by all present. He said that everybody cannot belong to the Grand Army of the Republic. 'Phe one necesary requirement before one can enter its ranks is an honorable dicharge for honorable service to our country. THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 43 The speaker said that the purpose of the 0. A. R. was to aid the growth of patriotism. He defined patriotism as a flaming passion and noble virtue. It is a mission of education to instil patriotism in the minds of the young. Patriotism of the noble kind is the strongest kind of a foundation for any government. It was this noble flame that prompted two million men and boys to sacrifice everything by enlistment in 1861-65. The basis upon which our republic is builded, is equality. Our flag should be looked upon by every true patriot as a sacred thing. It stands for justice, liberty, and humanity’s elevation. Europe is politically split up into many independent states, be- cause patriotism in many instances has been cheaply held by the people. In our country, patriotism is so predominate that forty-six republics are combined into one strong country. In the Civil War two hundred fifty thousand lives were sacrificed on the altar of patriotism, but not in vain. We should he patriotic in peace as well as in war. by voting for the right men. the men who will see that the people can live in peace and happiness. BACCALAUREATE SERMON. An eventful week in the lives of the class of 08 was begun Sunday evening. May 31, by the baccalaureate sermon delivered by Rev. Howard in the Episcopal church. His sermon on the text found in Philippians. 3:12; “Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect, hut I follow after if that 1 may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of C lit ist Jesus.” A main idea in this sermon was that although the Senior had successfully reached a goal in the attaiments of life, he should not stop at this point filled with satisfaction. There are greater steps ahead which should be climbed by those who have already traversed lower ones. The class is certainly grateful to Rev. Howard for his hearty reception to the members and the sympathetic sermon delivered to them. “Your teeth are like the stars, he said. And pressed her hand so white. And he spoke true, for. like the sttars. Her teeth came out at night. —Cornell Widow. Teacher: (very inquisitive) “What were you late for? Pupil: “School. Read “The Students’ Voice. CLASS OF 1911. THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 45 YVe went, one day, with loud applause, With beaming eyes and grinning jaws, To our front steps, where expecting a fuss, The camera-man awaited us. With graceful pose, and expression mild, We sat or stood, and giggled or smiled. Our youngest, JSied, by Ruby was seated. And by the excitement was somewhat heated. Then—“S-t-e-a-d-y, now, —Click!—“That’s all.” All through and no trouble “a-tall.” “And ' said the others, as we came back— “1 knew I heard that camera crack! A QUEER CURE. Jay McFadden, ’ll. In the eighteenth century, a college professor wishing to carry on certain medical experiments and apply them to a sea- faring life, constructed a ship for that purpose. The crew con- sisted of graduates of the medical colleges in the East and were under Captain Jack Lane. Jack was as cool as the proverbial cucumber, at all times, as this incident may show. During the voyage of the vessel on the western coast of South America, a strange looking craft was to be seen on the horizon. At a distance it looked like a whale, without the tail, but it proved to be a pirate ship with rakish masts and wide- mouthed cannon. When the two ships were within pistol shot of each other, the pirates let fly with “canister and grape.” This flew over the ship’s prow without doing harm. They opened fire a second time, using as missiles large books, which they had 40 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE taken from a captured missionary boat. After a conference with the President, Captain Jack gave the men an order to shoot several pounds of morphine and opium at the pirates. After the men had tired, it was noticed that the hands on the pirate craft dropped out of sight. A half hour later, the Captain with his mate and a few others boarded the silenced pirate ship. Every last one of the cut throats was sleeping sound- ly, lying about the decks in various attitudes. Captain Jack had all of them brought on board his ship. A week later they were marooned on an island in the south seas. However, before they were put ashore, an operation was performed on the brains of each free-booter. so that the unneces- sary pressure thereon could be relieved and normal intellectual powers restored. Six months later. Captain Jack visited the island and found the pirates holding a prayer meeting. They had converted a number of savages of the type which other missionaries thought dangerous. Their ringleader welcomed the Captain, saying that the straight and narrow path was better to tread than the blood- slippery decks of captured vessels. SOCIAL HAPPENINGS AT BIRD CENTER. Hazel Sands, '11. My deer A1 miry :— As i hav got my work awl done upp fer this afternoon, i thot i’d rite you a few lines tew tell you about the good times we bin a-havin’ in Bird Center. hirst Mis’ Dobinspeck. the Babtis ministers wife, an Sally Lake that wuz, had a karpet rag sewin’ an’ what dew you think she had tew eat? Well, not a thing butt a kind of cake, that she called “devil’s food.” an’ which wasn’t very approprate. seein’s she s a minister s wife. ell, she had that kind of cake an a sort of stuff that she said wuz ‘‘jellytine. or somethin’ like that. I spose you’ll kno, seein’s you live in town, where they hav sech things. W ell. then, the W'idder Packett. you remember her don’t you? She’s the woman that used to taik a basket around, ever so often, an’ gather up awl the ol’ duds folks didn’t want, an’ then maik ’em over fer her own young uns. Folks dew say that she has got her cap set fer ol Sol YYillet. but law. one can'beer eny- thing these days. W ell, the W'idder Packett had a quiltin.’ Dew you know, people say that she wuz sew crazy tew hav her quiltin’ that she’d cut little peaces off’n her children’s clothes, sew as tew git enough peaces to hav her quiltin'. Well, at the quiltin’ the widder had on one of Celie’s dresses. You know. Celie is the widder’s oldest darter an’ folks dew say Celie wuz ingaged too Tom Mullet, but Tom didn’t like the idee THE STUDENTS’ VOICE 47 of Colic’s acceptin' the big bunches of sasafras that Jake Hop- kins brot her, an’ Cclie told Tom that she’d taik the sasafras if she wanted it. an' for Tom tew mind his own bisness. 1 gues Tom did mind it tew, cuz he’s bin pretty 'tenttive tew Jinny Per- kins lately. Well, let me see, oh, yes, i wuz a-tellin' you about the wid- ders a-wearin’ of Colic’s dress at the quiltin’. The dress wuz tew little acrost the back an' wuz stretched like ever'thing. So when the widder stooped over tew pick up a pin off'n the carpet, the button wholes busted an' the buttons flew awl over the room. I guess she didn’t hav eny other dress tew put on. cuz she kep a big shawl round her (to kiver up the opin plais in the back of her waste), awl evenin’. 1 bet she swot inor’n a pale full, two, cuz the shawl wuz tha grate, big 1 that her brother. Si. sent her frum Filly-delphy. Then Miss Samanthy Dewlittlc. the old made skule-marm, give a “intelecktual intertainment” at the skule house, butt i gues nobuddy injoved itt very much az they awl seemed sew imbar- rased. The boys wuz awl on one side of the room and the girls on the other, an’ when Jake Hopkins stepped out of the line tew git a chair for Celie Packett. he tripped over Mis' Reed’s dress- tail, an' went rite sprawlin’ on the floor. An’ tew to]) it awl olY, Jake had on his brother’s suit an’ they wuz tew little an’ the coat ripped rite up the back, clean up. W ell, we air awl well, except pa, he has got the lumbagy, hope you air injoyin’ the same blessin’ Rite soon, Your'n, Mehitable. THE SENIOR’S ALPHABET. A’s for Alex; who would like to pass. But sometimes gets fired from Arithmetic class. B’s for Bussard, the model for Seniors, you know, Who spoke of that dignity, that in silence doth grow. C’s for class pins, the prettiest of all; Unexcelled in any exhibit hall. D’s for Deloney. who walks much on the streets, And speaks to everyone, who in uniform she meets. E’s for Eckert, a point winner in track meets, And Easterday is another, who paces the streets. F’s for Frank, the yellmastcr of our town. If any get loud he will quickly call them down. G’s for Goodrich, who has grown quite tall. And Griener’s the oldest sage of all. H’s for. hurry and clear the floors When the fire gong rings, we run for the doors, I’s for, I can, if I only will try. 48 THE STUDENTS' VOICE If we get into mischief, don’t run and tell Fry. J’s for Johnson, who wears a big sword; If he comes to a river, he can’t swim, so he’ll ford. K’s for Kuhn, who became great, of late , Because he is the President of 11108. L’s for Leonard, who’s not very tall, But likes to giggle or not laugh at all. M’s for McLaughlin, the winner of our class, And Morris likes to play tennis, for her time to pass. N’s for Nestor, who, in an old debate, Argued the boys’ side in the negroes’ fate. O’s for order, a thing of today; If you are in the high school, it’s all work, and no play. P’s for promptness, duty’s celebrated grand call, With which it shouts to us, one and all. Q’s for Questions you must answer in class, If you want to be sure that you will pass. R’s for Rinard, the clown of the class; And Miss Roberts, without doubt, is the largest lass. S’s for Schroeder, the dignified secretary Scott, With Seybold, on whose pages there is seldom a blot. T’s for Thayer, who one night kept up late This grand old class of 1908. U s for unity, universally understood, Means the strongest power, and always should. V’s for Vinall, our old Aunt Mary, Who like our classmate Vera, on the corners will tarry. W’s for Worthington, the Seniors’ choice To manage a part of The Students’ Voice. X represents the zero on a test paper, And then watch the student “holler and caper. Y’s for yonder, in the month of June, Think of the time, twill be here soon. Z’s for “Zumy”, our nice old classmate, And this is the perspective of 1908. The good folks down at Oyster Bay, They had an awful scare; The President’s clothes were washed away, And there was Teddy Bear.—Ex. Two small boys on the street had resolved to settle a dispute by blows. Professor Towsley offered his services as referee, whereupon the audience, with a mighty yell, fled in terror. How can you spell not enough with the letters used in spell- ing the word enough? Pretty Girl (reflecting)—“One hug. Gbe Students’ Voice. BOARD OF EDITORS: Editor, GLEN SEYBOLD. Assistant Dll tors, BOYD STEPHENSON, ROBERT LONG, LEWIS DRAKE Managers, • GLEN WORTHINGTON, ARTHUR THOMSON. Artist. CLASS REPORTERS: • THOMAS LOVE. Moe Scott, Glen McLaughlin, Francis Marks, Ralph Rinard, Lulu Caretj, Louis Dickinson. Harriet Gunder, EmnKwvs McCrory, Harry Alexander. Remittances should be made payable to THE STUDENTS VOICE. Plymouth, Ind. Advertising Rate made known oo application to Arthur Thomson or Advertising Department. (ilen Worthington, Managers Entered as second-class matter. Xow .7, 11)07. at the Post of lice at Plymouth. Indiana, under act of Congress. March 3. 1 70. THANKS TO THE ADVERTISERS. Mere words, we think, are but baubles when contrasted with the substantial support given us by the business people of this vicinity in the past school year. Every month, this paper has carried on an average, thirty advertisements from the busi- ness people of Plymouth. Considering the size of our town, this is remarkable from more than one standpoint of view. In a word, it has been shown us that in the hearts of our citizens there exists a warm affection for the schools of Plymouth and the cause for which they stand. We presume that many different motives have prompted people in business to place their ads in this paper. Perhaps the principal one in the majority of cases was that of helping us along in this small enterprise, without looking for return. In behalf of the staff, we will say, that if any who have placed ads on our pages have not received, sooner or later, some sort of result from doing so, we have then partially failed in our original intentions. The Plymouth High School, in particular, is a large body of students who must be continually supplying their wants by buying of the merchants and others in our town. These students, their parents, and friends are readers of this paper. We will venture to say that every advertisement, well written and neatly presented, certainly receives its share of our readers’ attention. Now we can say that every reader is certainly willing to patronize those who enable us by their mutu- al support, to maintain this journal. This may serve to show that we are not dead in advertising circles, but have and always in- .50 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE tend to give value for value received. Hoping you have seen or will see the benefit derived from your ads in The Students Voice and as we certainly appreciate your patronage, we wish to thank you one and all in these columns, for vour hearty support. GLEN WORTHINGTON, ARTHUR THOMSON, Managers. v Jt v Possibly we have been guilty of imposing on the readers of THE STUDENTS’ VOICE by writing short editorials on the progress, conditions and future of the paper. But we could not refrain from doing this, as the facts were too good to keep under our hats.. It is no more than right, in our minds, for the sub- scriber might wish to learn, now and then, something more of the paper other than merely receiving and reading it. We do not care to be boastful, but is the monthly high school paper with two hundred seventy annual subscribers not a sheet about which to talk. However, if we have been prone to patting ourselves on the back” we ask the forgiveness of our readers. v v COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES. ( n I uesday evening, June '2, one of the happiest episodes in the lives of twenty-three boys and girls occurred. The members of the class, led by its president and the faculty marched in and took places on the elegantly decorated stage. It is conceded by many members of the alumni that the commencement ex- ercises of that evening were among the best in the history of the school. The order of the program was as follows: Grand March. “Prophet,” (Meyerbeer)...................Orchestra Invocation...................................Rev. J. II. Palmer Vocal Solo, A Gypsy Maiden I.” (Henry Parker).......... ........................................Grace Bussard ‘08 Overture. “The Benefactor. (Heed)....................Orchestra Address..........I)r. George E. Vincent, University of Chicago Violin Solo. “Legende, (C. Bohm)...............Fred Kuhn. ‘08 “Class History ..................................Lyrcl Morris Waltz, Adlyn, (Hall).................................Orchestra Presentation of Class......................Principal E. E. Fry Presentation of Diplomas.....................Dr. T. A. Borton President Board of Education Class Song.......................................Class of 1908 Oration and Valedictory, “The Spirit of Democracy,”..... •.....................................Earl McLaughlin High School Chorus...................................... (a) “Hark! Hark! The Lark” (Schubert (b) “March of Men of Harlech (Welsh Air) THE STUDENTS' VOICE 51 Selection. “The Jolly Widow.” (Lehar)............Orchestra Immediately after the close of the exercises about fifty couples went to the commencement dance given at the opera house under the management of Kuhn. Martindale and McLaughlin. Prof, and Mrs. R. A. Randall led the grand march. An excellent sup- per was served in the Hoosier Kid’s club rooms. The music was furnished by Prof. Franks orchestra of South Bend. The dance was a success in every respect. ALUMNI BANQUET. A happy feature of the commencement week was the alumni reunion of the Plymouth high school on W ednesday evening, June 3. A large number of the members of the alumni and others thronged the halls of the Wahington building. The banquet too place in the auditorium. A pre-arranged program was carried on as follows: Toast................................Lizzie Boss-Waiters, ‘80 Carmena, (Wilson).........................Julia W. Yockey, ’06 Toast...................................Gertrude C. Soice. ‘08 Legende (Holme)................................Fred Kuhn. Jr.. OS Toast......................................J. ussel Tanner 02 Storm and Sunshine (Buck)...............Howard Wilson ’06 Toast...............................Tressic M. Linkenhelt 07 Toast................................Clifford W. Burkett ’05 Baritone Solo and Chorus. “Italian Serenade. (Stevenson) Ralph J. Leonard, ’02: lulia Yockey, ’06; Bertha Hoover, ’01; Gladys S. Hoover. ’94; Mrs. K. F. Brooke. Toast....................................Grace J. Bussard, ’08 HOW YOU WILL FEEL A YEAR FROM NOW. TO THE SENIORS OF 08. Mayme H. Bussard. ‘07. Would you like to look into the future a year? Just now your thoughts are pleasantly occupied with the present; yet it may please you to be a little ahead of the time for a few minutes. You are willing? Very well. It is the spring of 1909. For a year you have worked on other problems than those presented in the P. II. S. Xow you are back home again. “Home, just now, means father, moth- er. the things mother cooks, Plymouth scenes. Plymouth faces, and old P. H. S. Sounds good, does it not? Kiss the family: fill your mouth, pockets, and hands, and away to the old school building. It seems strange that dignified school teacher, the budding lawyer yonder, the college Frcshie, full of the year’s pranks, or that famous musician (not to men- 52 THE STUDENTS’ VOICE tion our noted newspaper editor) should care to go back to last year’s scenes! Why here are some of you who dearly detested the old place! Oh! just wanted to see what it looked like, and go along with the rest, did you? You notice on your way that those muddy cross-streets arc paved. And the broken steps, approaching the entrance are mended! Well, well! Everything does move on. Those in- significant beings trying to do a pole vault must be Freshies. Where do they keep them all? You wonder still more when you see the crowded condition of the assembly room. The kind, new faces and the dear old familiar ones greet you as you enter. You have the magic sesame, “We once were students.’’ By wireless telegraphy the news spreads over the room. There’s the old greeners. Gee! they’ve ripened some!” You view with pride the second bust on the platform. The college Freshie feels his muscle with a grin of satisfaction as he passes his crowd portrayed in baseball togs. Look at that ref- erence table! You begin to count on your fingers and toes how many pounds of candy the bunch of you ate there last year. Did you ever see such conceited Seniors? Why you didn’t show vour dignity so aggressively. No indeed ! How good it seems to be back. If we could only do it over,” you think. None of us can do that. When you were there, it seemed enough to get through, for some of you. You know now that it did not pay. Some of you put your best effort to play in your work and, have reaped the benefits accordingly. The old P. H. S. has grown another year’s growth, forward. These dignified graduates are better fitted and prepared than you were. How many of you can come up to the school’s stand- ard for 1900? Gazing lovingly on the old and new you realize keenly that the influences of this place have helped and guided you the last year. How often you have been proud to say you were from the P. H. S., because it meant something. New resolutions to be a worthy member of the school come to you. Some of you have accomplished much, you thought. It seems trivial in the shadows of these walls. But another year, please God, you will work a little harder, and push forward a lit- tle nearer toward the goal the dear old P. H. S. has set for you. Teacher:— What animal is satisfied with the least nourish- ment?’’ Pupil: 'Phe moth it eats holes.” Extra copies at Fuller’s for three days. Read “The Students’ Voice. •-USE THE-- MATCHLESS LIGHT Everything Electrical Electricity for Everything Smoke Soot Danger Inconvenience Match Box Plymouth Electric Light Plant “-Zr For the best Lunch 1 1 [fll lirn Short Order Meals see | LLuI mLIi The Riverside Lunch Room (ALSO) Headquarters for the BEST ICE CREAM IN THE CITY. Try it. Telephone orders delivered prompt- ly to any part of Ihe town. Phone 377 J. Q. KlecKner. Don’t Go to Town When you can get your gro- ceries at the South Side Gro- cery. Everything up-to-date and prompt service. Rust Bros., Props. 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