Princeton High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Princeton, IN)

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0112155 ill Edna E McAfee '13 NE dreary day, as I was Sitting at that I was to write the class p , ' ' E, the members of the Senior Class, '13, do hereby be- W lie Woods to Ch. l tt T f' -l . l 'S . - ' 1 ' of my own, I detefmined To Visit the VV queath to the following generations at the close of our High School life, our love for P. H. S., our admiration for the Faculty, and their leniency toward us. The Senior class, also, individually Wills the following attributes to the under classmen of said High School. Erminda Clarke, to Harmon Gamble, her power of con- centratlon. Helen Woodburn, to Gertrude Spencer, her neatness. g Kathryn West, to Cleo Watt, her art of copying. i Hugh Harris, to Wilma Noble, his seat in the assembly for an inspiration. - Corinne Davidson, to Semira Duncan h k'll ' 1 ' for the Virginia reel. - i er S I In p aymg Erma Sloan, to Catherine Parrett her translat' I f , , ions o Caesar. neSS.Arthur Twmeham, to some meek Freshman,Ahis perverse- Edith Ervin, to Ada King, her dimensions, Carrltglffy Stewart, to Winona McReynolds, her love for Mr, Joe Hensley to Ella W1'io'ht ' .1 , f , proper c d t d ECPIH Churchman, to Eiiiwyn Jorda1imhe1rCPiiIysiiis1 Elglsii' a eyer, to Olga Ford, h ' ' i ' D' her beauty in particular. er Opinion of herself in general, y , 'tr o e umc iam, ns seat in Phs SICS, that she may make at least one credit in her Senior year. D Bessie Agar, to John Gorman, her favor with the teachers. Marguerite McRoberts, to little Dorse Allen, her temper and self-assurance. Clarence La Grange, to Morton Parrett, his good disposi- tion. Naomi McClure, to Gertrude Ritterskamp, her English grades. Laura Hudelson, to Isabelle Grigsby, domestic tendencies. Harold Ellison, to Alvin Woodburn, art. of bluffing teachers. Fae Trible, to Fern McGuire, her love for the opposite sex. Ruth Partenheimer, to Oliver Greer, ability to speak only when spoken to. Turner willingness. . Ruth Phar, to Lawrence Wheeler, her ill-luck. Ethel Dunlap, to Sam Hall, her commencement shoes. IEGFCY McClure, to Vesper Morrow, his sense of humor. arl Kolb, to Raymond Ixolb, lns mental capacity. Ethel C 'tl Lansford, to Oscar Anderson, his popularity and gr d arl IGFS, to Maurice Borah, her dcportment a es. grvil Bmhack, to Lester Morrow, his freshness. LZSSfe1g0nCS, to Lewis Carpenter, her intense love for books. 7 , - , pe oi Ql0NXll1,, . . V1 itchie to Esther Xochum reci f ' 0'f'1ll Ralph Wheeler, to Helen Morrow, self-in1poii'tance. f----V - .4,- Y .A visit, more anon. This.w-itch as you Sion the fate of every living creature. my way to her smoky underground her cave stood a huge caldron, b magic potents. The witch herself muttering the prophecy of some distant time kept her eyes fixed on the kettle. 'L At last I addressed hcr with 5- have come in behalf of the Seniors of P. . throw back the heavy curtains of the fut the destinies of my classmates. Suspiciously the old witch eyed 1116 bling the roar of distant thunder, thuS S be as you desire. But while viewing th' mates, the Witch of Endor shall attenduj mortal eyes save thine own, I shall be 11 With that a blinding flash of light f appeared and there in the middle of th 1925 model bi-plane. Now, if you would behold your hence, come with mef' croakedthe old No second invitation was needed, if the aeroplane. Soon we were gliding tl' of a hundred miles an hour. The airship dipped near to 21 large one until the prophetess pointed 21 10115 someone in the field. I is vt 1 Yon mortal, she said. NT 1 J 11 'I 'W -. x - your old schoolmate, A. l. 1xxmth.1n

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-P-.pil llaul ll0Yx'l' lsfgix. lluil .Yl'lll'. loo. nc -luuiors was .cat Nlr. lliucs ws ilii. Do you Lillvs he used to Une of the most T lxllCXY until we be like. One ri. where there was M: bs gone and we 1 .1 iuused platform, lfu :Fiat room. house- E .1 great success in alztiqilai' debate idea. zvzuifiiiber the bean- : jniroilies have been uecessziry to be said. is-iizlwei' the eXams.', iii-inet we gave to the ml .lid as we would be -Xud we had a ru' Twiueliain used to We half expected, this Senior. For at last we and dignified after all. -hould, lywe suppose er the whole assembly. we live in dailv terror, miss a credit, and fail uf: fun in school hours, Glluaz Thiainrg 1513--Qlnntinurh so we have been driven to class parties and picnics. We haven't time to count them up, but we certainly had some good times- and good eats too. Speaking of eats, reminds us of the clubs-that's a new thing this year-a Science Club, Domestic Science Club, Latin Club, Qthey like to call it the Classic Club or Classy Club, we have never understood whichj the German Club and the Eng- lish Club. The Seniors take a good part in these. Among the triumphs of our Senior year, first comes the triangular debate. Of course the victory was not wholly due to the Seniors, for Miss O'Hair's teaching really was what enabled them to win. Even those who did not debate felt that they have a fair smattering of the principles after outlining the whole of Burke's Conciliation A Speaking of triumphs, those who make their Physics credits this year, will count that quite an achievement. This class always was a great trial for Mr. Carrick. One shameful thing our class has done. Allbut nine of the Latin Seniors threw over Virgil for Freshman German. They certainly missed the best part of their high school course when they did that, too. If you don't believe this, ask lVIiss Harsha. Still, it wasnit their love for German that caused it, Miss Hoffman. If you'll carefully review the history of the Senior class you'll find that There's a reason. Mr. McReynolds, our steadfast friend, teacher and princi- pal for three years has led us through the toils of U. S. History and Civics. We always liked to complain to Mr. McReynolds about our hard work and long lessons, but they have not killed us yet, have they, Mr. VMae? VVe surmise you knew they wouldn't, all the time. A few of the Seniors are even taking Grammar this yea1', for they are going to be school-1na'ams. Some have already made license. The longer they teach, probably the better they will appreciate the justice of the teachers who seemed so strict, the rules that seemed so hard, and will enjoy the good times we have had during these four years in dear old P. H. S. VVe are the last Senior class to attend the old P. H. S. building and the first to be graduated from the new. May we all be famous by the time our class roll is removed from the corner stone of the new.P. H. S. ff- sri- ' , a

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ii. his seat ia Physics, N-mor year. wr with the teachers. we Xllen. her temper ru-tt. his good disposi- erskamp. her English fy. domestic tendencies. art of bluffing teachers. we for the opposite sex. 2 ability to speak only am. his popularity and her ill-luck. mmencement shoes. his sense of humor. Q mental capacity. Surah, her deportrnent his freshness. ar intense love for books. ecipe for growing tall. self-importance. 0112155 Hrnphrrg g B. Agar, '13. NE dreary day, as I was sitting at my desk, I was informed that I was to write the class prophecy. Having no ideas of my own, I determined to visit the VVitch of Endor. Of the visit, more anon. This witch as you know, holds in her posses- sion the fate of every living creature. .VVith difficulty I made my way to her smoky underground den. In the middle of her cave stood a huge caldron, bubbling and seething with magic potents. The witch herself was .deeply absorbed in muttering the prophecy of some distant king, and for a long time kept her eyes fixed on the kettle. At last I addressed hcr with these words: O, Wfitch! I have come in behalf of the Seniors of P. H. S., to ask you to throw back the heavy curtains of the future and let me behold the destinies of my classmates. Suspiciously the old witch eyed me, then in tones resem- bling the roar of distant thunder, thus she answered: It shall be as you desire. But while viewing the careers of your class- mates, the IfVitch of Endor shall attend you as a guide. To all mortal eyes save thine own, I shall be invisible. VVith that a blinding flash of light filled the cave. It dis- appeared and there in the middle of the cave was a beautiful IQQ5 model bi-plane. - Now, if you would behold your classmates ten years hence, come with me, croakedthe old witch. l No second invitation was needed, for in an instant I was in the aeroplane. Soon we were gliding through space at the rate of a hundred miles an hour. The airship dipped near to a large corn-field, but I saw no one unltil the prophetess pointed a long crooked finger towards someone in the field. Yon mortal, she said, with a microscope at each eye, is your old sc-hoolniate, A. P. Twineham, Jr. Just now, if my eyes deceivehme not, he is examining the soil to see what pro- portion of nitrogen it contains. That is .the way all scientific farmers become famous. Without delay we .sailed onward. By this time, my hair had become quite disarranged by the wind. The sorceress thoughtfully suggested a descent to the city just beneath us, Cit happened to be Indianapolisl, to have my hair dressed. Very 'soon we were face to face with the hair-clresser-lVIadaine Corinne Davidson, P. H. S. Business was so rushing that we did not detain her by talking. VVe had no sooner entered the aeroplane than, Presto! change, we were in sight of Boston. While sailing over a large telegraph office, so close that the buzzing of the wires was audible, I spied to my great surprise, K. West. She was seated before one of the instruments. VVho mightn't have guessed she would turn out that way? For even in P. H. S. she knew the telegraph alphabet. Not stopping even to say Hello to Kathryne, we drifted on into the business district. of the same city. That, said the old crone, motioning towards a huge sign, marks Ralph Wheeler's place of work. Looking in the direction towards which she pointed I saw: R, Wheeler and Co., Farm Implements and Harness a Specialty. Stand- ing in front of the establishment was a prosperous looking gen- tleman, unmistakably Ralph himself. VVe left him staring after us in opened-mouth wonder, as we flew onward toward New York City. By this time the after- noon was well advanced but we did reach the metropolis in time for a grand opera. The old witch proposed that we should go in without buying tickets. I thought this a strange pro- cedure, but said nothing for fear of exposing my ignorance. The opera ha.d already begun when we entered. Instead of