Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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4 THE SENlOR ANNUAL A tale begun in otiher idamys, When Autumn suns were glowing- A simple chlifme, that serveid to ftime The rhythm of our rowing- Whose echoes livve in memory yet Though envious years would say, forget, And though the shadow of a sighi May tremfble through 'the story For happy autlu-min days gone by, And vanished autumn glory- It shall not -touch one breath orf hale The pleasance of our fa.iry tale. The house was so well hiidden, one might almost stumble against it before one became 'a-ware of i't. All around, thie trees stood tall and stately, trees of oak with here and there greaxt spaces for the glistlening sunlight to wailk through. For the 'mo-st part these monarchs of the forest of by-gone days see-med to jolstle one an-other so closely that one almost ffanlcied thley must be uncom- fortahle. But in one spot they fell baok and standing in the midst of them was the house, a fhloluse so deftly rear-ed and so magically situated as to charm the wanderer. Tihe vsfholle structure possessed that self satisllieid, self-enchnanted 'beauty that made even the very leaves on the trees inquisitive as to vwhait was going on within. To this end -they looked in at the windows, whiclh stood open in pleasant weatiher, and salw many tihiings which must have 'sur- prised thfem. The army of i'nhabitaLnts went in 'boldly several times a dlay and all came out looking pleased with themsellves and with things in general. So there was necessarilly sometihin-g or somebody pleasant iinsidie the house. As the years rolled on, the giamt oaks Wl3'lS'Cl'lC'fCl with 'deepening interest the bands off pygmy work-ers come and go. They often had animated conversiadiions with the leaves, their sentinels, as to the marvels wroughlt within this wonldroufs place,-4this Hall of Minerva. ,lust toidfaiy the oak 'was ov-e'rhe'ard to ask,- 'What day is this? Why all this stir and excitement? Has the Ruling Rajah come to take the pygmies homie to the City of 'dheir Desires? ' ' In awed tones caime from the topmost lleavesz Four short years ago a ibaxnd of fifty 'six smalll pygmies fresh from the 'Land of Knolwedge Gre1e'n,' sought refuge here among the Great and Wise of Minerva's Hall. A slow but cautious Freshman band they were, whose courageous Chief, Arthur Thomson, lead them 'ever onward toward ia pinnacle of dlalme. His steps, as 'well als those of his followers, were Weill 'directed hy a code of ltaws. The older pyg- mies found in them many an advantage for sport. In the darkest days of toil how oft we have 'l'1'Cl3I'lCl this cry- 'We should like to know why The Seniors think they know what they're abo-ut, While the Freshies alll 'Uhlink thley're left out.

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lb E 5256? is 6 - :L 4 1 T: f ,' . A V53 -- W' fm Z T M6 Qu 'xgS2,. a'u Q ! 7, N B i , f Ubi t'gv mw1eallmrfM ag i 1 1 M 3 ,4iilLvl1'i! 5 0 'E XW , 'T 1 .Tl-3 . H- r A Yearly Journal Devoted to the lnterests ol the Plymouth High lgehool. The Students of Plymouth High School, Publishers and Proprietors Editor, -.------ BOYD STEPHENSON. Hsslstont Editors, . . . EVE JEFFIQS, VIELITA SHOEVIAKEQ. Buslnex Managers, - - V AIQHLIR 'I'H0MSONLCLRLl-DE SWITZEE Plymouth, Indiana, June I909. Q Glass 'Ibistory Harriet Gunder. '09. Dear frienfds of ours, you now l greet VVittl1 GlQrH'l11lIl'g eyes of womlcrl For you wand I tl1b'ugl1 time be Heet An, halllf a 'life asu-uder, Your kiudrlty Smlile I trust will hail, My love-gift of .a faliry tale. Not 'often Slraye I Seen your fa-ce, Nor thearcl your pcals of lauglmter, Yet thouglhvts of you s'lm'll tinlrl a p1'a'e'c ln efach- young li'fe s hereafter. Enough Hhiat now you will not fail Tb listen to my fairy tale.

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THE SENIOR ANNUAL 5 Albout this time their Ohief waved his magic wand and forth came three spiritely elves, Leo 'Cu1lilen, Gus Kuhn and Claude Switzer to serve on the 'ball team and win. laurels for the band. Of tihiese but one, Claulde, shall tarries to make good his vaunt. 'I wianit to be a Captain- A :brave young freshy sighed' He played ia game of bias-e-ball' And his wi-sh -was gratified. ' Here the leaves paused, rustled as they looked exultanftly upon the glorious plac-e, and again resumed the story with prifde and greagt satisfaction, pride in the 'bands 'history and satisfaction in its crowning glory. One day in thie waning of summer the Ruling Rajah called them back from the sumlmeris tr.ip to vacation Land anld bade t'hem eneter the Halls, as Sophlomores, lforty-six strong. Ten pygmies had wranfdered too fair infto 'the Desert off WIaiting anad did not return. A new Chief was chosen whose colgnomen, Boyd S'tepl1ensoin, l1a,d but to lbe knorwn Ito infsuire a victory. With the loss- of their code a new Constitution was formed an-d 'the colors, Royal Puhple and Cream gave t'hem a idis'dincti'on quite their o-win. Thne second semees- ter tlhe batnmd -re-called their former chief Arthur and made prepara- tions to enter the prelim-ihxary ovratorical contest, vwifth three confteslt- ants. The honor of third place fell to the chief. The 'base-ball team again held 'charms Ifor five off the bland, so Zulmy and Mac claim- ed their sfh-anes of all s-poils. It was basket-ball where they once more foun.d deligihft. I 'lull l'lllv.ai T . llnimll 1 I 'A gophomone, a thing uniqu-e Is surely from the an-cient Greek, A second-yealr -man, a v-ery wise fool Who 'lingers yet in llearin2ing's schoolf The leaves nested. The oafk still attentive anid listening knew that Silence is golden, and 't'h.alt, the windows of lMinerva's Hall being open, his seinftry must be deep in m-elditaltion. Sure -enough for nexlt he hears After a nec'lconin.g in the rthronle-room of the Great Rajah, it wals found 'that 'eight off the former nlumlber lhuad gone to the City of their Desires' beyond fthe r-eallm of the Goidldess Minerva. A-n elfin band of thirty-eighlt stu-rdy Juniours hrailed the imp-erial halls as the -best haunts sinoel their admission. It is hlere we see 'thie mettle of the tribe, lboth in the mlysrteri- ous workings of the Hall anid in the councils of the elfs ltlietnrselve-s. With 'Gus Kulhn as' lc'hie'f, directing all kinldned' souls, everything 'auto' lbe for exoelllence. A thousanld memories :appear as sip-ectrves of 'the mind wh-en the Pin Scrap 'threaltens the 'dissolluftliofn of 'the ties that hind them in unlison. The 'Anti Pins' and 'th-e 'Pins' lfinld ibut the image of regnet in the ,gracious memory now that it is past.