Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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322 W cy Goodmann had secured the position of coach, with Forrest Hoover and Bill Richeson as assistants. Then I saw the Inseparables. I was drifting along through the coun- try, when I noticed a large building. As we floated past a window, I looked in and who do you think I saw? jane, Mildred and Esther. They had com- bined their various talents, viz. dancing, music and tatting, and had started lv school for girls. Then I drifted through Hibbard. Here Clifford Drake had started a Model Pharmacy all his own. I guess Earl Parker is learning the trade un-- der Clifford, for I saw him standing in the door of the shop. Hibbard seem- ed to have special attractions for many of the class '19, for I also saw Mil- dred Myers, who has a millinery store and sells all the latest hats direct from Plymouth. And there was 'Hope Gibson too. I don't know what Hope was doing in I-Iibbard, but I have my suspicions. It was only natural that from Hibbard we should drift into Culver and past the Academy. Here Rulo was installed as leader of the Academy handy and I am quite sure that he was a success. Here I also saw Pifer who was, and still is, I guess, the director in the athletic department of the Academy. Harold and Rieta have a very cosy little home near the edge of the lake. Maxey was engaged in directing the chorus class of the Culver High school when we passed that building, hence we didn't linger. Again the country looked familiar, and soon I discovered that we were again in the country north of Plymouth. XVe floated over a field where two girls were busily cutting hay. Sure enough, it was Iris and Lillian, who had completed their agricultural curses at Purdue, and were making good use of their newly acquired knowledge. On a tiny farm, and all by their lonesome, lived Ilo and Esther. Most of the farm seemed to be devoted to raising Howers and chickens. Ollie Wfebster also lives on a farm, but not in single bliss. It was too far to go to Indianapolis, but the little fairy told me that Ruth Nichols was making her home there. As we were again nearing Plymouth, which is still my home, I thanked the fairy for her kindness, and asked to be taken home. just about two miles from Plymouth, I passed the school-house, where I have spent the last four years. q I awoke! Dazed, I glanced around me and was surpised to see that the tiny white cloud had changed to a large black one: and was still more sur- prised to learn that it had all been only a dream. But I am sure that all the members of '19 are successful. THICLMA KYSER, 'l9. THIRTY ONE

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vi v SKNQ We Class Prophecy 'U- It was on a wonderful day in May, 1925, that I came upon a little brook near the edge of a wood. Tired from my long walk, I sat down beside the stream and began to think of the class of '19, Suddenly I was startled to hear a tiny voice call me, and turned around to find a tiny fairy resting upon zz tiny white cloud. Noting my surprise, the fairy explained that she was the Goddess of the Things That XVere,', and that her special charge was the class of '19. Accepting her invitation I climbed onto the cloud, and was surprised to find myself no larger than the fairy. ' As we were in the country, it was only natural that we should first visit a farm. A large part of the farm seemed to be devoted to the raising of every kind of pig, from the Poland China, down to the Guinea Pig, and I knew that Alonzo and Goldie had united their efforts, and were making a success of their chosen industry. The cloud floated on for sometime when we drifted over the now thriv- ing town of Harris. A large sign reading The Harris Herald, told me that the town boasted of a newspaper. XVe fioated past a window, and to my surprise, I saw Cleatus Hahn seated at the editor's desk. Judging from the success of the annual put out in '19, I always knew Cleatus would make :1 good editor. Kenneth Lackey has secured a position as cartoonist. On the opposite side of the street, another window was open. As we floated past this window, I heard the rapid clicking of a typewriter, and upon looking in at the iwindow, I saw Naomi Schroeder seated at the typewriter, while our former President, Roy English paced up and down the room, rapid- ly dictating his next speech to be made at the next merchants meeting of the city. The now thriving town of Linkville was the next visited. The town was celebrating the election of their second mayor with parades and music. A shining brass band rounded the courthouse corner and I recognized the leader, Floyd Cullison. The next in line was a suffrage band, and I was sur- prised to see our former debator Flora Davis, at the head of the procession. Again we were in the country, and directly below us were a large num- ber of buildings. Lots of little kids were playing in the yards as we floated over the grounds, and I knew the place to be an4Orphans Home. And what do you think! There was Vera Mills, matron, and Marie Baugher as as- sistant. I now found myself in Burr Oak. The town had become a large ath- letic center. A large Gymnasium had been erected in the suburbs and Chaun- TIIIRTY

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dw U 1 JWO0, C--4 dh mfxx Class Will 'ij. State of Indiana, Marshall County, Plymouth. Imagining we are of sound mind and memory, wc, the Senior class here- by make and publish this our last will and testament, hereby revoking, any and all other former wills and testaments by us made. Item I. XVe, the Senior class, of the Plymouth High School, leave to the said High School all our trophies, which we from time to time most laboriously obtained, all of the pencil and knife markings, which we have left, accidentally of course, on the desks in the different class roomsg we want to leave with you too, a lot of pleasant memories of us, for you to keep in your minds for ever and ever. The only things we are taking away with us are, legions and legions of learning, gradually and thoroughly soaked, pounded, and slammed, into our heads, and above all the pleasantest memo- ries of our lives, the memories of our four years with you in the same old building which has grown to be so dear to us all. XVe know you will not begrudge us these small things, which could not be taken from us, even if you tried, so firmly are they established. Item II., To the teachers as a body, we leave our sincerest thanks for their untiring efforts in our behalf, and also our sincerest congratulations in turning out from the Plymouth High School such a fine promising, good- looking, enterprising class of Seniors, and we know that the world will ever be indebted to you. Item III. XYe the Senior Class, leave to the juniors, not only our seats on the lfast side of the assembly, talthough we're sure they don't de- serve theml but also our ability to plan and carry out original programmes. of which same ability they are so insanely jealous. i Item IV. To the Sophomores, we leave the seats formerly occupied by the juniors, or rather what are left of them, and our beautiful plan for decorating the assembly, in case they should happen to win the Inter-class Tourney next year. These plans will be left in the hands of Mr. Lauer, as representative of the class. Item V. l,Ve leave to the cunning babies, the Freshmen, the bal- loons which we had left from our now famouscelebration, and the ever pleas- ant memories of child-hood, bobbed-hair, and knee-trousers, and also the dreams of being, .sometime in the future, 'fbig men and womenf' flike usj. To Mr. Steinbach we will one comb, one brush, Cpocket sizej, always on hand, in case he should forget himself, get excited and muss his TIIIRTY TWO