Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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' Gln .922 g Sept. 20. Had our hrst class meeting this afternoon and managed to elect our of- ficers without the help ofthe Seniors either. Mr. McDowell suggested all our motions and Floyd Cullison made them so we got along pretty well for the first time. March 3, 1916. My! Diary, it has been a long time since I have written in yo.u and so much has happened that 1 don't know where to begin. Today the Fresh- men issue of the Filgrim came out and every one says it's the best one that has been published. Are we proud of it? My! Goodness Yes! The upperclassmen are treating us fairly decent now. Once in a while they even say nice things about us, say we have lots of pep, pretty lively bunch, and wait until we're Seniors and then old P.ll.S. will wake up. If it wasn't for the excitement and thrills furnished by some of our members, that H. S. would be as dead as a door nail. I'ifer has been playing on B. B. team all year. Mighty good for a freshman to make first team and be considered second best player too. Garn and Cullison are playing in the orchestra Two good players so Miss Scott says. April 4. Oh! Diary, I'm so excited I can hardly write. just think! we won the tournament. Against some of those two hundred pounders and experienced players too. My, but wont those upperclassmen be jealous now? lVe're going to celebrate in school tomorrow and Oh! yes we're to get a banner out of it too. May 28. All over. Now to wait for next Sept. Sept. 7. Back at school again and it seems good too. I am a real for sure Sophomore now. Had more fun than a picnic today laughing at the Fresh- ies. They're surely a hopeless bunch. Our class didn't make half as 1nany blunders. and we were bad enough, goodness knows. 1 lctober 2. Athletics!! Thats where we shine. XVon the tug-of-war this after- noon. Isnt it great? I thought No hopes at alll' when I saw those big Senior and junior men. Our men looked like pin heads beside them. NVe won it just the same. Making some name for ourselves in Athletics. May 30, 1917. Today was my last day of school and I am not one bit sorry eith- er. Those awful finals they are making us take this year drive me crazy. This last semester has been very dull. Of course our class not going backwards by any means. Two of our fellows won points in Track, live are in the Orchestra this year, one in High School Play and etc.--See? NVe haven't missed a thing. TVVENTY SEVEN

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.922 Wt? Her Dial' 'i3. , An old lady sat knitting by the tire-side listening to the steady patter of the rain on the window pane. Presently a boy of perhaps seventeen or eighteen bounded into the room. She looked up at him proudly and lovingly as he called her Gramsey.' Now the patter of the rain could scarcely be heard above his boyish laughter and hilarity. He had just received his Mayflower' and he sat by the old lady showing her the pictures and talking excitedly about this and that. As he showed her the picture of a splendid new building, the new l'. H. S. her mind wandered back to 1919 and she thought of an old red brick building her dear Alma Mater. He showed her the pictures of his gym and swimming pool. She could make no compari- son now between the old and the new for she had none to compare. But there was one thing in which she could excel the boy-her love for her school. He was not old enough to appreciate his school days but she cher- ished every moment of hers. She did not speak any regrets because she had not had the advantages her grandson was having. She loved every inch of the old building too well to find any fault with it. She listened attentively to his stories of school life but all the while she was thinking of her own so many years ago. A f'W'ould you like to hear the stories of my school days? You will find my diary in my room in the bottom of my old trunk.' She had scarcely finished speaking when the boy returned with the book. lt was a small green book bound in gold with the word Diary engraved on its cover in large golden letters. She had prized the book especially because it was the colors of her class, green and gold. She' glanced at the familiar pages a moment and then asked the boy to read them to her. lle opened the hook and began reading: Sept. 13, 1915. 10:00 P. M. My! but this has been an eventful day. So much has happened and so important that 1 scarcely know what to say about it. This morning I en- tered P. H. S. with eighty-eight class-mates. You should have seen me strut past the eighth grade room but when 1 got up-stairs the upper-class- men took that out of me. Oh! its awful! I'm afraid lim not going to like High School if every day goes just like today. XYe made so many blunders Zlllfl those naughty upperclassmen clapped their hands every time we moved. A big fat Senior girl bumped into me accidentally on purpose, then said: Oh! pahdon me! 1 was tired and meant to lean against the walls. I do wish they'd tint those walls some other color beside green. It's so hard to distinguish them from the Freshmen. Don't you know ? Oh! I was mad! But you just wait Seniors, we'll show you. You'll be sorry some day. TVVENTY SIX .

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-LV' Oo QKTQ I5 are Se ut. S. I Oh! I wished this wasn't the first day of my junior year because I don't Ieel like writing in you tonight and I know my junior year will be so im- portant that I ought to start it out right. Today was just like all first days. Speeches! l Advice l! Resolutions!! October 16. Something new--Mr. Dutter has a bright idea. Intends to read the number of honors and failure in each class before the assembly in order to stimulate class rivalry and thereby get better results from the pupils. That would be .all right if our class was flushed with honor students but as it is we're always rather embarrassed. But then anyway we're always sure of our one, Chauncey Goodman. Even if our clas did fall short on the honor list the members seemed to take a certain pride in the surplus on the failure list so I guess they didn't feel so badly after all. May 28,9 1918. Don't be so surprised Diary because I am writing in you once again. You know I always managed to think of you on the first and last days of school anyway and today was another last day. so see? that accounts for it. I've lots to tell you tonight. First of all I have been promoted so now I am a Senior. Dignified Senior isn't that what they say? Junior- Senior recep- tion was the big affair of the year. XVe certainly gave the Seniors a wonderful reception but some way they did not seem to appreciate it or at least they did not show itQ I guess they were sort of dis- appointed because it happened to be a reception instead of a banquet. It wasn't our fault though. Mr. Hoover wouldn't let us-war times you know. I hate to begin on school activities for there's so much to be told about our class. lfVe furnished more members for the events and organization than any class. Oh! yes, and Harold Pifer won a medal being the second best athlete in the county. Best of all, a member of our class, 1VIildred Lemert, was chosen to represent the H. S. in Northern Indiana Declamation Contest. Next time I write in you I will' be writing about my Senior year. Doesn't seem as though I've been in I'. II. S. three years. Does it? Sept. 9. Seems good to be back in school this year. More fun being a Senior you know. By the way we have almost all new teachers this year. livery- one was as good as gold today. Trying to get in good, See? March 1.4, 1919. ' Gave the Senior program this morning. Best one of the year so everybody says. All kinds of compliments on our class stunt XVhy XYe Never Mar- ried. March 19. 12 P. M. Here's the best thing our class ever did. XVon another Inter-class Tournament. Been up to school decorating ever since 9:30. My! won't 'IWVENTY EIC IIT