Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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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).

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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

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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.