Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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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.

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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

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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?