Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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by Mr. McDowell. Sinc-e then they have been content to stand cn the upper deck and cheer the boyls in the conflicts with our ancient basketball foes. All too soon the deep seas of the Senior year opened up With ani experienced crew' skilled in all lines! of Higih S-chool achievements, We enterd upon th last stage of our journey with proud elation. Our captain now was Lauren Sult: first mate, Maude Marks, Vera Sanner, the log-b-ook and Donald Stephens-on held the keys to the chest of our class coin. Among our crew of experts of whom we as a class are especially proud, there is Walter Bowell+oulr all round man-the managing editor before us. of the 1013 Annual, mighty warrior in basketball battles on the High Seas' of Juniordom and lover ideal in the Class Play. There is Donald Stephenson, who, on account of his voice and popularity, was chosen yell master to cheer our men- to victory in hard fought battles. Don is also orator with eloquence profounld to soulnd our triumlphsl in every ear. Elmer Wait is our self made man. There is Grace Stephenson, our star of learning: Barton Rhinehart, the genius of th-e Chemistry Laboratoryg Helen Armstrong, whose sweet voi-ce has charmed all our voyiageg Knight Hougihton, our actor and charming gentleman of society: Ira Mischler, our modest blushing star of athletic powers, on whom: the girls, the teachers and principal looh with fond glances: Kathryn Switzer, our regal beauty: Agnes Jfones, our graceful girl behind the foot-llgihtsg and Gerald bvermyer, the basketball, throer invincible, ' , As we sailed- into the harbor of Commencement, we cele- brated the glorious close of our voyage with feast, dance and. palgieantry of the stage. As a crew who have weathered every' storm, with treasures aboard and gifts for these halls we love so well, we gather on deck tonight to lift our voices in fond farewell to the ship of state. We shall go ashore bearing' in our arms a cargo of precious memories, of friendship-s that will last forever, of 'triumphs won, that must inspire us to continue this history in individual chapters, far apart they mai' be and written in various keys, but throurgh them all will run our loyal faith to Plymouth High School. ' MAUDE MARKS. K x f r ,EE ' ak 3 Q 5 x , , I Gil IA Nl, . I? 0 lil f ly r it m u-M tv. l XEKE: ls Tllllll l Tgelhax oven yi MEYER Q' 1.:1?::::::3:.'L 5 lg, A :A - QiL'fl'E, f' 2227 ' St. Peter-Did you buy an Annual? Frcshie-No-o-o. St. Peter-Show the man below. What care we for wind or wcathcr So long as Keith and I are together. Sopli.-Did you ever take Chloroform? Freshie-No, who teaches it?

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CLASS HISTORY After struggling through the throublc-d waters of four years of High Slchool life, the ship of state of the class of 1913 tonight comes triumphant into port. The memories of that voyage across the sees of our Freshman, S-orphornor-e and Junior years will remain forever with us and no matter h-ow rough the waves, there is not one m-em-ber of hor crew that wishes' the journey unbegun. Some of our fellow sailors turned back, or dropped anchor in mid ocean seafbut the majority' are safe aboard th-e ship tonight. ' Four years algo on that September morning, sixty strong, we set sail i.n the perilous deops of our Freshman year. How s'ma.l.l, how insliginiiici-ent we felt. How .little we dreamed that we sho-uld over be of sufficient fame to deserve at czlasvs' history. The first rock our stout bark struck was that of cl-as-s organization. Piloted by Mr. MicDowIe1l into the quiet cove of the Latin room, we lay anchor several hours listening with awed faces to the pilot makle all the speeches and all the nominations. Mfaylbe we voted, although the act of voting quite failed to leave any impression of the terrified bland of our innocent rnindxs, We have a dtim recollection of hearing that Henry Hnmrichouse-r was to be our captain. A little blank was brought for our funds and put in the care of Helen Armstrong. We presented Vida Kebert with a black log-book in which. to keep a record of our voyagiesl. Wh-en we brought our first 1nonth's cargo to port, the prices We .got on our cards were starvation wages' and We then and' there set ourselves to work t-o ascertain modes of raising marks in the easiest and quickest way. Our valuable experience in this line we .guard with the greatest secrecy. Then we ran the photographers battery on our way to the Senior Annual receiving the applause of all the High School wlorld as we boldly sailed out of the Assembly' room. All of ns got safely through the Maelstrom whirpools of Botanyt which was a. much more difficult passage than either Physics or Chemistry, because we were not on such intimate terms with the Professor In the course of twelve months steady sailing to the east- wardr, we struck the Sophomore Sea in the Assembly Room Ocean. This was in th-e year 1910. We had our sea. legs by t--.s time and- ,greatly enjoyled the sea-sickness of the Class of 1914. In the year 1911 we sailed I'18jOilCfll'11gi into the beautiful b.uo waters. of the Juninnd-om and saw in the distance the sun- kis-sed land of the Seniors. Our captain was still Henry Hum- riicnouser, first mate Water Bowell. Vera Sanner now kept th-e log-book and Donald Stephenson was in charge of the money chest. The world began to take notice of o-ur voyage now andz wie saw our names' i.n print. We appointed Barton hnnehamt to edit the accounts of our voyage. So good was our news that Knight Houghton audi Donald Stephenson were chosen as the comic and athletic ed-itors of the great Senior Annual. The Seniors began to beckon to us from the shore. They' invited! us to join them in their class parties and even let us share the receipts with them. In return we gave aboard our ship a sumptuous. banquet at which Donald Stephenson presi-ded in jolly fashion. In the cours-e of our voyiage through the Junior waters we met with pirates from Culver, Argos, Bremen and Bourbon in the .narrow stxraights of the Track Meet. Here Keith Richter single handed put their hopes to flight and brought back a golden treasure to the amount of the gold medal, as the best track athlete in the county. Earl Schroeder sunk the third ship and covered himself wilth glory. It was i.n this stage of our voyage that the .girls in the crew took a little side trip into the realm of basketball, but were chased out of the region

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HEEDING THE SUMMONS This is our Comlmlencement Hour! With our feet already on the highway of the ,great wlorld, we turn for a little while to look hack dlown the sheltered' lane thru which we have come As we toil-ed on over the little ruts and stones how far distant our lgoal seemed to be, b-ut now' we have attained it, how short the way! Years that seemed ages, now shrink to short sweet days: We have sought sincerely for learnin-g, we are wiser triumphs in scholarship, in now than when we started forth: arts and ini sports are now in our knapsacksg inspirations. have been fond-ly' fostered all the way: our ideals are brighter than he-foreg the friendships formed in these years are ours forever- they can never be broken. Gaiety and delight have sprung up in our way: care has not molested us. In fine fellowship we have traveled together. So that now as we gather together tonight to blild' farewell to these high school halls, we are re- luctant to speak the word good-bye. Andi you, our faith-ers and mothers, we recount in our hearts the tale of your goodness in the past: your sfacriticeg your days of toil: and? your prayers tor our sake-and as we look into our fathers proud eyes, or see the tremulousl lips of our mothers, a. deeper understanding comes' to us more than words can express. If in times past we seemed to forget, we answer now in humble graltitude to those who have sacrificed that we might have the See the mercury --B. R. Yes, I see it. grace of culture and the wisdom of knowledge. To you, our halve led us thru all our teachers, who, like good shepherds d'iflizculties, our farewell can be b-ut a prromise. The interest on your investment shlall be paid in full. Tonight we stand upon the threshold of the worldl. We rejoice and ex.a.lt in a strange new freedom. The bonds of school. and childhood cast behind' us, those of the world not yet felt. It is the mounltalin-top of our youth, when isolated from the dim world below us, we stand close to the heavens of our dreamns. It seems wie might almost reach up and grasp the stars with our hands. All the soul alwakens now and thrills to the mlysteriolus surnlmons from beyond, the class room. The ,gates of endeavor at lenlgth swin.g open, and we crow-d thru ilnto the purple land of promise, where spring in- Cle-ed has come, the mirlky days of winter are over: and though they may come again, to us there are only green fields teeming wilth flowers. The classic towers of richer l-earning, the hum of great cities, the lure of life is on us and bidding farewell to old scenes and pleasures, with Ulysses our purpose holds, to sail beyond the sunset, and the paths of all the western stars until we drie. CONDA BOGGS.