Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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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.

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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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A TRAVELOGUE INTO THE FUTURE OF 1913 Especially chartered for this occasion by- the Class of '13. Pictures now for the first time thrown on any screen. No expense sipaire-dl Unique!! Free to r'. I-I. S. and her friends! !! Note:-For th-e benefit of those who cannot co-me to View the pictures themselves, we present below it copy of Mr. Richter's manuscript, from which one mayi obtain a, faint idea of the beauty and unparalleled truth. to nature of the films to be run off on class day night. LECTURE. Ladies and gentlemen:-In th-e course of my travels around the modern world, I have with my magic camera taken picture:- of the thousands of famous scenes from the cloud-capped heights cf the Alpii-ne snow-S to the secret springs of the mysterious Nile. I have shown those pictures on the screen before dis- tinguished audiences, from his Imperial Highness, the Czar of all the Rusisias, to their Graces, the Kinig and Queen of Spaing but never before I have taken pictures with so great pleasure with so great care for artistic dfetail and truth to life as these o-f the future of the class of 1913, nor have I ever before faced an audience so intelligent, so distinguished by elegance an-Cl beautyf as the one I now have the great honor to address. tLoud appla.use.J Ladies and ,gentlemen to detain you no longer from! the con- templation of these remarkable views, let me proceed at once to the first picture of the evening. As' I recalled to mind the class of '13, as it was in those happy undergraduate days 'when all' the world was green and' every' lass a queen,' the first face to rise out of the mcldist of the past was that of our beautiful Kathyrn Switzer, who, you remiem-ber had all the boy.s running her way. I recalledi the haughty mien, her regal bearing. In some couirt of old. Spain, said' I, shall I find her, no doubt, and I set out for the ancient principalities of that kingdom, but all in vain. Thru Paris, London, Vienna and Berlin I sought her. At length returning on my tracks I the farmer discovered her-at Inwood, Indiana-the queen of lads. tPre-ss buttoni, fLou-dz laughterj. Here, ladies and gentle- on the ex- nzen, is Kathryn, in the year 1923. The gentlemen treme right, reading the paper has just composed an original poem, beginning: When Kathryn raked the meadow sweet with hay, The y-oung man on our le-ft, holding aloft his bou- quet is Walter Bowell, the village mayor. Allow' me to pass on now to my second film. We all remember Barton Rlninehart and how he used to make the Honor Roll with the help of his Pocket Essays. tPre-ss buttoni. I now throw on the screen a view of the New York oflice of the great brain specialist, Barton Rhinehart, ln. D., P. R. S. The elderly gentleman wi-th the prominent teeth sitting on the left, waiting his turn to consult the great physician is Theodore Roosevelt. The patient now being ex- amined is our old time yell-master, Don Stephenson, whose arduous labors as editor-in-chief of the Chicago Tribune have brought on a nervous breakdown. I pass now, with your per- mission, to a charming: scene in mid-ocean. It was while returning from London, whither I had gone in quest of Miss Siwiitzer th-at I came upon-well! whom do you suppose? ttPre-ss buttonb. The ship you see before you is the Mauretania, steamiing due east to the shores of America. Passinig over the group in the center, for a moment, allow me to call you attention to thetall, military figure to the extreme right with his back obligingly turned to the couple in the center. This is our greait athlete, I-ra Mishler, now, as you see, captain of the most distinguished: .lriner on the high seas. He is still the same modest, sterling character-always to. be relied on- as in days of old. Tihie interesting couple in the center, star- gazing to the left, are Irene Lacher and Co-nda Boggs-i. e. Mr. and Mrs. Boggs no-w-retu'mi.ng from their honeymoon to Condafs handsome country estate on the Hudson. Now it gives me great pleasure to inform the Class of '13 29