Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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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.”

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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?

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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