Princeton High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Princeton, IN)

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351151 Dlllnrtem Exintenrr nf Clllmm ,'13--5113115111195 i,iiZf Among these, Percy McClure was found first. It was the 1n- evitable fate of 'Percy to return 'to the primitive condition of' man. Ile had been turned into a monkey and from what the Sibyl said, he surely must have felt perfectly at home. Following this leaf was the one belonging to Kathryn West. lll-starred Kathryn was transformed into a goat and spent her leisure hours roaming around a button factory. . Then a startling prophecy! Levi Ritchie had assumed the form ol' a mouse and was continually frightening the ladies. Even the gentlemen upon the earth at this age were somewhat startled a.nd to give the Sibyl's own words-arrectaeque horrore eoniae, et vox faucibus haesit whenever Levi by his unexpect- ed pranks entered a room full of people. Laura lludelson was said to be always building a home. She was a spider, and as soon as one web was torn down by Y' 5' ,i l-- Z? some hard-hearted person she patiently went to work to build up another. F Then the last of the leaves presented the condition of Arvil Binhach.- Evidently Arvil had been given the largest form of any of the class, for he was a hippopotamus. - 'Asthe destiny of the last member was explained by the Sibyl, a dreadful air of loneliness and solitude seemed to pervade the cave. But the Sibyl was never known to respect the feel- ings of anyone, and now she began in an even, monotonous tone with theseiwords- May you yourself repent many,many times your misdeeds in High School. May you enjoy your existence here at this never-ending task and pay the penance of your laggardness. Let the Fates always keep this Senior class in these forms of lowly existence, that they may truly learn the lesson of being. great, and that The Paths of Glory Lead but to the Grave! . .EW ffef F 22 N 'these days of toil and struggle, am tions, and the immeasurable powe entangling forces, amid the graft and the length and breadth of the land, it is wor upon life's threshold and consider, what Life? Shall we answer this according to ' the world, or shall we answer it in keepiii broader standard, which has its foundz and its purpose and end in the well-being after? l Emerson has truly said: Every gi lengthening shadow of one manf, Hamp shillings tax because illegally levied, we revolution, that established England's 1 ness of hlartin Luther to his own belief ii duced a reformation that established courage of George Washington in helping Views, even though' there was great dz founded a nation, which is now one of thi the world. Life stands before each as a bloci sculptor and we must be content to labc persistently, as does he, chiseling away 'gSculptors of Life are we as we stand before us, awaiting the time, when at life dream passes ofer usf, If we are, in the end, victors in life will be ours through many smaller vict defeat, that defeat will be the culmina leading on to the final catastrophe.

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is kai' was written. w gin still be heard it bug. content to .ns room in the old . ll well-remembercd 'X. by autumn in many fs a peacock. He Q wblet'astle.tl1e lord E- lovely plumage. lin leaf. was destined int career as a school Q the -Xtlantic Ocean. timidly working his 1 mole, and next on a vas said to have been -ially fond of digging next. The Sybil ex- inability to remain in post mortem exist- live upon the ground xt column was begun ,rtal .Xrthur had been lilnai fllllnrtrm Exiztenrr nf Clllaizu '13--Qlnniinnvh known as the Hsocial lion', and it was into a lion he had been changed to spend his afterlife. Naomi McClure on a short broad leaf was described by the Sibyl as having taken the appearance of a duck and was paddling around in Patoka river. - The following name was Fae Trible who, as a black house cat, was one minute favoring one household, the next vainly seeking another that she deemed more beneficial to herself. But on the next leaf a sad event was depicted. Clarence LaGrange, the girlis favorite champion, had been transformed into a whale and was vainly floundering around in the Arctic Sea hunting for Jonahs. Then a sharp breeze blew the unfastened door of the cave open, scattering the leaves that had not been re-arranged and several more of old P. H. S. students names came uppermost. The first among these QI noticedj was Corinne Davidson. She had been given the form of a goose and was still pursuing her favorite occupation-seeing how much noise she could make with the least trouble to herself. Next to this leaf was Ruth Partenheimer's. She had been so quiet on earth, that she had been changed into a guinea and was cheerfully keeping up the spirits of the barnyard. Then Harold Ellison. The fates had thought it propitious to change Harold's gender in the post mortem world and consequently he was now a hen lying around under the bright sunshine-destined to be immortal or even live to be as old as Methusalah because he had not exerted himself and worn out his early life in High School. Erma Sloan as a crow was flying over the corn fields of Gibson County, more content to remain in the vicinity of the High School where memories' were dear to her. Ethel Carithers, the shiest member of our class, still dis- played this characteristic. She had assumed the form of a rabbit and was timidly running through the forests, trying her best to keep out of the way of man. Then a maple leaf, very small indeed, bo1'e the name Turner Lansford. The Sibyl said that Turner, who was accustomed to say pretty strong things about l1is classmates, especially in giving them nicknames, was still in his greatest glory as a bee, stinging all the former members of the class that he recognized. Ethel Dunlap was printed upon the next leaf discovered. Because of constant association with a certain article during her life, she had been changed into a chamois. A girl, well known in the class was changed into a. fawn, because of her timidity. It was said by the Sibyl lhal, she was afraid of her own shadow. The Senior who had descended thus was no other than Ruth Phar. The next leaf had this written upon it: Earl Kolb-a por- cupinef, Certainly he was a harmless one,for did any one ever see him angry in our old High School? The Sibyl picked up the next leaf which had been blown over in a far corner by the breeze. As she read it she seemed pleased and remarked that the Fates couldn't have selected a better transformation of Jessie Jones. She was an owl and now received her wisdom from the oak tree, that whispered il.s secret to her in the night when all else was asleep. The leaves of the last five members were found after a long search among numerous other leaves strewn all over the cave.

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-t 1. in xxork to build the condition of 'i given the largest lgti X,tN 1tllltlS. explained by the t- seeuied to pervade E bl Q lt v., it .K Xlay to respect the feel- -veu. monotonous peut many,many you enjoy your all pay the penance of keep this Senior class -y in ay truly learn the :is ot' Glory Lead but Q' , Qlififn Hirtnrivz Erniinda. Itentoul Clarke. N these days of toil and struggle, amid the many tempta- tions, and the iimneasurable power of money and its entangling forces, amid the graft and the greed throughout the length and breadth of the land, it is worth our while to pause upon life's 'threshold and consider, what are the Victories of Life? Shall we answer this according to the usual standard of the world, or shall we answer it in keeping with a higher and a broader standard, which has its foundation in righteousness and its purpose and end in the well-being of man here and here- after? Emerson has truly said: Every great institution is the lengthening shadow of one man. Hampden's refusal to pay a shillings tax because illegally levied, was the beginning of a revolution, that established Englandls liberty. The faithful- ness of Martin Luther to his own belief in what was right, pro- duced a reformation that established a new religion. The courage of George lVashington in helping to carry out his own views, even though there was great danger and opposition, founded a nation, which is now one of the first in the history of the world. Life stands before each as a. block of granite before a sculptor and we must be content to labor slowly, patiently and persistently, as does he, chiseling away day after day, for: Sculptors of Life are we as we stand, our lives uncarved before us, awaiting the time, when at God's command our life dream passes o'er us. If we are, in the end, victors in life's battle, that victory will be ours through many smaller victories, but if we suffer defeat, that defeat will be the culmination of many defeats, leading on to the final catastrophe. iVe are sometimes prone to think that with our limited capabilities and our meager opportunities, we can do nothing, but this is a mistake. God has a plan for each life and while we may not be called upon to do the great things, as the world rates greatness, there is set before us the opportunity of gain- ing a vietor,s cr0wn,,if we are willing to pay the price of the victory. It is not great wealth, great learning, great genius, or great power that makes one a victor, but it. is using to the very best advantage the gifts within us and the opportunities scattered all about us. ltlake it a life rule to give your best to whatever passes through your hands. Stamp it with your manhood, let superi- ority be your trademark, let it characterize everything you touch, for this is the standard that the world demands. It indicates the best kind of brain, it is the best substitute for genius, it is a better Capital than cash. Remember the saying, Hlvhatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well. Then let us do well today's work no matter how lowly it seems and perhaps the morrow will offer a greater work. High on the roll of honor will be the names of those who have faithfully performed the humble duties, the unknown workers of humanity, the heroic souls who have bravely 'taken their burdens and made the most of life. Success lies in an alert energetic, wisely directed, conse- crated self, not in surroundings. In Shakespearels 'Julius Caesar, Cassius says, It is not in our stars, but in ourselves, dear Brutus, that we are underlings.', lVe read of a poor, impoverished preacher being hooted and hounded and east into Bedford jail. The next we hear of him, he has given to the world, the immortal, Pilgrims Progress. In the early part of the nineteenth century we see a homely, awkward boy in one of the humblest homes in Illinois study-