Princeton High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Princeton, IN)

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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

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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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Gilman 1Hrnphrrg--Glnniinurh e watching the performance, I was gazing around at the beautiful architecture and sculpture. Soon I was stirred from my 1n- attention by the sound of beautiful singing. Yes-surely I had heard that voice before. Looking upon the stage, I beheld no other than my old schoolmate, Ida lNIeyer. ' . So she has become a Prima Donna so early in life! Oh, wonderful girl with a wonderful voice. The opera was over. The old witch was hurrying me along. when all at once some one touched me on the arm and said: You are under arrest for entering the opera without licketsf' In an instant my guide had pulled me along with her, and we were running at top speed down the street towards our waiting aeroplane. I But, Naomi, the mounted police, had jumped upon her motorcycle and was speeding after us. Before we had time to dash into our bi-plane, Naomi was upon us. Holding my class ring up to her view, I begged for forgive- ness. This had the desired effect. Her heart was softened and we escaped from her clutch into the upper air. I While flying somewhere in the South, H. Ellison was seen last asleep in a hollow tree. The prophetess sorrowfully ex- plained that this was his habitual haunt when he was not Hshing. . Just on the outskirts of that beautiful old city St. Augus- tine, ldorida, spied a large two story house. I knew that it was too large for a family residence, but little did I suppose it to be an old maid's home. That beautiful' CS't2IlJllSl1111CI1lZ,H muttered the witch, is managed by three fan' damsels, namely: Misses Ethel Dunlap, luthel Canrithers and Verna Churchmanf, Nearby Erma Sloan was keeping a chicken farm to supply the maid's home, By tlus time darkness was descending. Back to Princeton leo spend the lllglltl Early the nent morning the travelin ' was . . ' , , ' . 1:- resumed. Tlus time the airslup, of its own accord tiirned 3 toward the north. Patoka, now grown quite large was the lir.'l'.'l1 ' - ip.. 'W :Q X P, .' . . s s oppmg pl ice. Iluie m Patoka High School, A1-V11 Bm- hack was expounding mathematical equations to wondering students, while his friend, Levi Ritchie, presided at a desk as History teacher. ' . Q We sailed on and on until now we were in the midst of White River bottoms. y Here nestled a lovely frame cottage surrounded by large fields. On a clothes line near the house hung several small red calicodresses. Soon out bustled a woman, whose figure looked strangely familiar. She was no other than the brightest pupil-of the 1913 class, Erminda Clarke, now a pros- perous farmer's wife. ' Not far from Erminda's home, Clarence La Grange was holding forth as a champion wheat grower. For a long time after this we drifted through the liquid air. At last we came to Chicago. Here we attended a play-not a grand opera, but a musical comedy. In this, Marguerite McRoberts performed beautifully as a ballet dancer. Her movements were graceful and supple, but that is to be expected, since in P. H. S. she re- ceived much practice in. moving and twisting about. Going a little farther and into the slum district, we came upon Edna McAfee, engaged in the Missionary work of teaching the slum children to read and write. K V ' Just at the edge of Chicago, a very tall tower came into view. H f'lVhat is that? I asked of the crone.- The answer was: It is the observatory of the great scientist and prophet, Dr. Earl Kolb. While he keeps apart from his fellow mortals in R1'CParat1on for the priesthood, he also makes wonderful scien- tific ihscoveriesf, t was in the State of Wisconsin that I looked down u on the City of Milwaukee, and saw people streaming into lihe court house. 'N ever having been present at big trial, I urged a descent. In an immense court room, the trial was in progress. Turner L3USf01'd, wildly beating the air, stood in front of the Bulge. cThen he said Conly of course in profound expressioul. Jessie Jones has spent five yea.rs in writing this famous book and now to have the 'copyright basely stn fit only to be punished by life impi pleading Turner won the case for Jessie When I learned that we were going Pole, I shuddered at the very thought c found that Professor Ohm, Jr., had di Warming the whole Polar region. GI when I looked down from my lofty vel Ervin training bean vines up the Pol' toothless grin, turned to me and said, pation for your friend is it?,' And I wa even in P. H. S., Edith had shown tel keeping. Changing our course and sailii direction, so swiftly did we cut the air, hours before the State of Nebraska app down, down, I beheld Ruth Phar and driving claim stakes. They were dress cow girl suits. Every once in a while, If to give a cheer for the Democrats. In San Francisco, Ruth Partenheimi on account of her lightning speed as a f hand writer. Now at the Pacific Ocean. Here Electrical Engineer, superintending th across the ocean. He was climbing so as he reached the top, a bright light b not discover whether it came from Wlyl or from some are light. But were we to stop here? No,