Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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The Pilgrim, 31 LIL' SAL He was black and old, bent and gray, and he carried a cane. He was sadly hum- ming, Old Black joe, and seemed to be in other days. He sighed frequently. I asked him if he was sick, and his answer was, Yes, Suh, home sick. Ah'm thinkin' of Lil' Sal. He seemed to want to talk, and I listened. It wuz in the wah time, an' ah wuz 'way from home. Marse wuz a Union man, an' wud with de Union ahmay, and Ah wuz with him. De rebels knowed dat he wuz a Union man, an' treated his fambly bad. But on dis night de rebels made a raid on de house, and set it aftah. We saw the blaze from whar we wuz, an' hurried to the plantation. When we got dah, de big house wuz all aliamen, an' de niggah quatehs wuz beginning to burn. De fust ting Ah do, wuz to dash in to mah own house an' see whar my fambly wuz. Den Ah went to the big house to help put out de fiah. It was no use, but we wuked hard all de same. Well, Suh, eberything went, niggah cabins and all, an' aftah de fiah, Ah went an' set down on a box near to whar my own cabin use ta be. Den Ah remembered my lil' Sal, an' Ah rushed all around de place, but Ah found no lil' Sal. Ah wuz nigh crazy an' Ah made a fool ob myself genely. Den Ah camed back and set down again on dat box. Den Ah thought ob lil Sal. an not ob helpin' Nlarse. Ah could see mah lil' gal in de flames a burnin' an' chokin' to def. Ah heard huh call, an' strangle. Ah saw de look ob terror in huh face, and saw huh tumble an' fall, an' de flames eatin' her. Ah felt de chokin' an' de gaspin' an' de smoke, an' Ah could hardly breathe. Huh soft lil' Hesh would be all buned and roasted, and Ah felt de bunin, Suh, jes' like it wuz reahly me. Den Ah thought ob de time Ah tuk huh to de new big house, an' we went up stairs, an' on de lanin' whar de stairs tun' round, she hollered, 'Well, a nodder stairs,' an' how Ah laf at huh, and den she laf too, -but she won't laf no more, foh she is undeh dem ashes, a sleepin'. The old man lowered his voice almost to a whisper, as if in fear of waking her, then he continued: Ah thought ob de time she put peppah in mah coffee an' Ah slap huh for it, an' now it 'bout kill me, wen Ah tink ob it. Den Ah tink how am Ah goin' to do anything wifout Sal aroun' to look at me. Ah can't stand to be happy an' wa'm in wintah, w'en mah lil Sal is cold. An' Sal nevvah chattah to me no more, foh de smoked choked huh. Ah look aroun', an' it wuz dahk, and de rain wuz comin' down in big drops. An' lil Sal would get all wet, an' den Ah bust right out cryin', an' Ah wuz jis' about crazy. Naow, yo undehstan' Suh, why Ah'm homesick an' sad. Lil Sal's mothah is daid too, naow, an' Ah will soon be dead, but den, Suh, Ah can see mah lil' Sal, an' heah huh sweet lil' voice again. The old man broke off and moved slowly down the street. As I watched him, his song rang in my ears, Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay. Russiau. AMES, 'I6. ' The Engravings in this Booh were fnade by The Indianapolis Engraving Company, Indianapolis, Indiana

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0 The Pugwim JUNIOR CLASS ROLL Russel Pericles Ames - our historian. Nellie Stout Armantrout - cookery her art. Charles Homer Buck - How he talks! Esther Saharg Cavendar - blushing her virtue. Raymond Racing Cook-What l will, l will. Lowell Jane Collier - the glass of fashion. Chester Patrick Henry Cleveland - hear his speech. Emily Mariejane Davis - assistant geometry teacher. Opal Melba English - That voice! Fred Woodrow Grolich - a fellow of jests. Threasa Mollie Grolich - Goddess of Beauty. Honor Sallie Gibson - joy unending. Russell Ina Gibson - three-mile runner. Ella May Gerald Humphreys - divinely tall. Juliet Annie Hess - wisdom. Kyle Leopold l-lamkins - speed king. Nita Mable Jacoby - never in conversation. Earl Greenleaf Jacox -- Hercules the Mighty. Josephine Nina Johnson - fashion is all. Charles Oxford johnson - no bad habits. Erma! Elizabeth Koontz - a bashful girl. Llovd Wadsworth Kvser - our vell leader. Rena Havana Lawrence -- Oh, that history! Beatrice Cleo Lauer -I love autos. Marvel Short McDonald - Where's my Sunbeam? Marjorie Pearl Morrow - jail keeper. Boyd Irene Morcombe - love is sweetest. Lena Silence North - Oh, to be South! Walter Violet O'Keefe - great violinist. Frances Amelia Pomeray - I never argue. Louise Annetia Pomeray - cats are dear. Dewey Admiral Reynolds - the soldier. Hildred Hank Rothenberger - the pink of courtesy. Reathel Flint Siple - such happiness. Lucy Lawrence Sour - wants a Cook. Ruth Lawton Snyder - always studying. Chester Pinkerton Thompson -- bid me discourse Britomarte Oliver Van Gilder - Foreman Charles Little Weniger - still a baby. The engraving in this bool: was done by the lndinnulmlis Engraving Co., Indianapolis, India

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32 The Pilgrim. THE PASSING SHOW BY CHESTER W. CLEVELAND The school year of l9l4-l9l5 has been a most successful one for the Plymouth High School. The High School students, as well as the Freshies, have had many trying experiences. Our most worthy class president, Earl Jacox has night after night burned the midnight oil in order to perfect his latest invention, which destroys the odor of a bad egg. This is accomplished by burning a rubber boot. Cut the boot into several strips by running over it several times with a lawn mower. Hold eight and one-half pieces of the boot, cut after the fashion of potato chips, between the thumb and the index-finger over a small oxidized oil burner. Place the burner on a small square mat. I suggest linoleum for the mat. Odds and ends of the same may be procured at a trifling cost at any second hand store. In the absence of linoleum, use a cold buckwheat cake. Charles Winegar, another genius of our school has discovered after twenty-five years' study, how to keep his celluloid collars clean. Procure a small size can of Dutch Cleanser fadvtj at any fruit store. Dissolve the Dutch Cleanser in a solution of lye and ammonia and stir. Sweeten with sugar, and serve hot. Then remove your celluloid collar and bathe exterrfal parts of said collar in maple syrup. Anybody's tooth brush will be found very valuable in scouring the collar. Miss Joe Johnson has just written a recipe on How to Become a Brunette. Take two cups, and break an egg in each one. Any kind of egg will do. Add two spoonfuls of peroxide, then add one quart of boiling ice water. Sweeten to suit taste, and rinse your hair in the solution. The judges of the Marshall County Oratorical Contest should be punished for their excellent ? P P ? ? judgment by the Charlie Chaplin method, in which cowardly eggs, bricks, and vegetables are the main factors. Miss Kercher, our popular German instructor, is a remarkable woman. Through her efforts many of the Freshmen have been able to conjugate Ich Ka Bibble. Although Miss Kercher is very busy, she finds time to contribute much to the social life of the community, being a member of the Art Embroidery Club, Civic Club, Needlecraft Club, Catsup lVlaker's Alliance, Indiana Teachers' Association, and the Saturday Club. Miss Eberly, our popular English teacher, first attracted public attention through her brilliant editorials in various poultry journals. i'The World is Pull of Roses is from the pen of Miss Eberly, and she is also the author of several short stories that are somewhere in the East, not having been returned to her. It is always a pleasure to hear Miss Eberly describe the exciting days following the introduction of rhubarb into the United States. Editor Chester Cleveland, of The Hicksville Bucket, has come out flat footed for the saloons, as he says a fellow will sometimes pay for his paper after he has been drinking. Mr. W. W. Dutter, our popular principal, was raised on a beautiful and productive farm near l.aC-range, Indiana. After exhausting the facilities of the common schools, his mother sert him to Indiana University, where his football playing was the envy of all his classmates. Mr. Dutter developed a hatred for agriculture early in life. and was promi- nently mentioned twice for county assessor, three times for recorder, and once for road sup- ervisor. Professor Dutter has shaken hands with William Jennings Bryan forty-eight times, and narrowly averted hearing I-lenry A. Barnhart speak in Plymouth two years ago. During the summer months, Mr. Dutter sells the Little Hercules Churn, he having the agency for this churn in Indiana and Ohio. Miss Johnson, our popular history instructor, hails from Michigan. Miss Johnson is a student of the drama, and boasts of having seen Uncle Tom's Cabin twenty-four times, and of once spending the whole afternoon between trains in South Bend, Indiana. Al-