Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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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.

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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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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