Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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that one of its members has become a poet. CPress buttonl. Here we have the characteristic view of the poet, Earl Schroeder, who like all geniuses revealed his .gift while still young--in the English VIII class, I believe. Nowi he lives in an attic, 3 flights up and 3 flights back on west. Polk street, Chic-ago, whence fly many tender little poems each week to our best newspapers. Earl is as tall as ever, and oonsi-dwerably thinner, although the negative duoes not reveal this very cloairly. Now you are about to see in th-e dress of a trained nurse of the Red Cross societyi, Miss Helen Armstrong. In the war with Japan Miss Armstrong played a helroinefsu part in far away! Hawaii, mrlniisrterinig to the wounded soldiers and cheering them with tho sweetest of songs until a certain dashing lieu- tenant saw her, since then! I hear she has returned to Am-erica to become a. St. T'h-omias bride. I present to you a picture of her as she sings, 'Home Sweet Home' to the dying soldier. Q'1'El8.l'S alnud sobs heard in the audiencel. Pasmnig reluctantly from this sad, but beautiful scene we come to the chemical laboratory of St. Liukeis hospital in London. lPress buttoinl. The .gienitllemam facing the bottles of strange liquors is the class chemist, Everett Shirar, who is here dis- covered preparing the famous serum whereby scientists die- clare he ils able to cure anyl disease from cancer to general insanity, Out of the 10100 patiienrts innioculated with the drug, over one-thi-rd get well, In the case of the other tWo-thirds no report as to its effect could be secured, as they all died shortly after the adiministration of the cure. Before throwinigi oni my next View let me recall bo your minds the polite and dapper figure of Knight Hlowghton, flitting about the High Slcfhool as idle and gay as a summer moth. Here, ladies, is Knight, dean mow of an exculsive seminary for young ladies, and professor therein of elocution and fancy diancingt Now we jump to San Francisco. Walking along the sea' shore early one morning, I came upon Ve-ra Sanner. I asks! her to let me snap her picture. She consented and while . 30 she was posing as you see her now, I askcdi her what she was doing out here so early in the morning, and, she replied that she was not married yet and that 'the early bird catches the worm! With your permission I shall now pass on to my' next picture, and I shall have to ask' your indulgence while the new film is being adjust-ed. Life is full of suvrprlsesg the stupid little dunce with the snub nose twrns out to be a trust magnate, while the star of the class, the marvel of the scolarship, turns out to be an illspai-d clerk in his office. Now, apropos of these moralizinglsl, there are few of us who will recall the mild, re- tiring, timdd girl, Fern Reisch. Yet there was such. a girl in the Senior class. Today when I show you Miss Reisch KPiress- button! the most accomplished woman aviator of North America. Notice the skifll with which she works the prop-eller of her aeroplane. Miss Redsch was performing with Wallace Bros. Circus when this picture was taken and while waiting for her car to go up inuto the air I strolled around: the big tent. In front of one of one of the little sildie shows I heaird a familiar vioice: Step night this way fellers, only a dime, see the smallest and the largest ladlies ever scen together on one stage. Going on all the time! Ten-n-n-n cents! ! Well, said' I, if there isn't Lewis Kepler! We ,shook hands an-d he I-et me in free. Insiidie on a platform, just as you see them now!-lPress bottom stood Coral Gibson, and Florence Copp. Coral told me that she WHIS to resign, as a better job had been offered h-er as agent for a hair-pin factory. Florence seemed' satisfied and only asked me what had become of Doni Stephenson, Allow me to change the scene. We here have the chaiple of a County Poor Farm down in Inid'ia.na. The two saintlyl spiiinsrters on either side of the chaplain are th-e matrong of the institutio-n-Erma Cummins and Clara Sec. The chaplain is the Rev. Lauren Sult, whose pi ty audi bearing are nobly' de-voted to these paupers. Now I am ready to throw on the screen a picture that will raise fond memories in the hearts of us all. CPress buttonj Tho lady you behold in the immediate foreground, adidresfsing H

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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

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streetsgang on woman suffrage, is Maude Marks. Since to appreciate this picture is to hea.r it, I secured Mir. Edi:son's new appliance, the talking machine, in order that you might hear the speech. Please turn the crank C To his assistantl. Fell'owmen: My noble opponents have said that the place of Woman is in the ho-me. I wish to- CC'ries of protest in the audiencei. Did some one request that it be turned off? Turn off the machine, some one objects to the noise. I forgot to mention that the worried looking, slim gentlemen in the background, doing the wash, is her husbanrd, Arno Cullison, who stays a-t hcme to take care of the children. 'lhe film now being adjusted begins with a charming little view of none o-ther than-fPress the buttoni, Gerald Overmyer, Miichigan avenlue, Chicago. His grace- profelsfsor of dancing on ful dancing and elegant bearing have mad-e him a favorite cotil- lion leader i.n the social circles of that city. The next picture is one of the 'little red: school house? I was returniing by motor from Argos, wlhen my tire was punctured and I stopped at the school house for aid. I entered at an ex- citing moment, just having: time to recognize Flo Tracy as the energetic school ma'am, and to take a snap .shot of the scene which I novw put before you fPress buwttoni. The urchin being so soundly whacked is the only son and h-eir of Lauren Sult. In Paris, wihither I was summoned unexpectedly, I had oc- casion to visit the establishment of the renowned dressmakers, Paquin Sr Son. There I foundl as a model, Lulu McCoy, whose pilcture I now present to yofu. Hier ability to wear a gown handsomely has made here services in high demand wherever stunning creations are to be di.slpl:aye-dL Picking up the Atlantic Monthly on my return voyage I came upon a story that seemed! to carry me back to my youth- the scenes it described were so familiar. I glanced at the navme of the author. My heart thrilled for it was Helen Johnson. She has immortalized us all in her great novel- The Plyrmouthitesl' . 31 I dropped down to Washington to be present at the opening of Uongress and there I -struck a number of the members of 1913. The filrst picture is taken in the U. S. senate. The figure in the foreground is familiar to us all-in the person, though il is, of a senator of the U. S. Miss Grace Stephenson's brain and integrity long! agro marked' her out as' worthy of the highest honors .ini the gift of her sex. We see her now in the days of Woman Suffrage, delivering an address before the Senate im behalf of the feminine constituents in Indiana. The bill she is presenting is entitled A Bill Looking Toward The Government Ownership of Bon-bon Faictolrie-s and Ostrich Farms. The gentleman at the table talking short-hand notes so frantically is the highest paid newspaper reporter in the world -Elmer Waite-of the New York Sun. Waite is a power in politics, being conversant with all the deals put over, in Wash- ington, or out. From the senate chamber I proceeded. to- the Supreme Court arriving just in time to hea.r the now famous decision in the Standard Oil case of 1950, whereby the U. S. government took ofver that corporation's vast operations to run in the interests of all the people. I trennbled'w.i1th awe and pride wh-en I beheld in the cheif justice chair the Roman countenancwso stern and judicial-of Edgar Flozenzier. Andi now I come to the rarest of all these views-that of a peeress of the realm. Behold, you members of the class of 1913, her grace, the Duchess of Leeds'-Miss Agnes Jones, that waist Her story is a romantic one. Slhe went on the stage, became a star over-night, and two week'sI later became the bride of the riche t of Englanld'sI peers-a. position she nows holds with dfigvnit-y to us all. I thank you. ' KEITH RICHTER. World-fam-ed Traveler and Lecturer.