Rensselaer High School - Chaos Yearbook (Rensselaer, IN)

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great aims of the Rensselaer High School, but each time our dear old “daddy” stood before us with a warning look and the old hickory limb. The Sophomore year was uneventful except for the class party, a few interclass fights, and the annual election, when Virgil Robinson was elected President. However, the end of the year came only too soon, and we again parted for our vacation. At the beginning of the Junior year we gathered at the old High School with pronounced ideas as to class politics. The vulgar onsets of the Seniors have been repulsed with a vim, that has characterized the Class throughout its short but brilliant career. The High School Clubs have depended on us for some of their most brilliant achievements. The leading social function has been the Senior reception to the Juniors, which was enjoyed by almost the entire class. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it will never forget what we did here. There is good stuff in the Class of 1912 and we have no fears for our future high school training of the fourth degree. We highly resolve that our efforts have not been put forth in vain ; that this High School under C. F. Bradshaw has had a new gift of knowledge, and that the conduct of our Class shall never perish from his memory. Florence Allman Edna Babcock William Bond Mae Clarke Marie Comer Jennie Comer Orval Crisler Ethel Davis (ClaaB Soil John Groom Herbert Hammond Cope Hanley John Hemphill Angel la Kolhoff Ruth Makeever Lois Meader John Osborne Esther Padgitt Ruth Parkison Edward Parkison Gladys Pierce Bradford Poole Ruth Pruitt Bernice Rhoads Edna Robinson Virgil Robinson Nell Sawin John Shesler Richard Shirer Alfred Thompson Maurine Tuteur Grace Waymire Hazel Webber

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nylumtiUT liistimj in ElnmtP Class Colors: Red and White Class Flower: Red and White Carnation (Officers Florence Ryan President Lee Adams Treasurer Fred Hamilton Vice-President Minnie Iyessinger Class Historian Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the Sophomore Class of Rensselaer: On September the first in nineteen nine, They marched to school all in a line, And by the president were given a pass Into the room of the Freshman Class. And setting to work with studious zeal, Power in themselves began to feel. But not content with the “Freshie” name, And eager to win both honor and fame, They ascended the ladder one step more, And gained admittance at the Sophomore door. Viewing the work before them spread, They plunged into it without a dread. They followed Caesar through his campaigns, And patiently quoted long Latin names. They puzzled and toiled in Geometry, And tried to distinguish similarity; But even now the Class at times, Says similar angles and similar lines. They studied English with a sunny smile, But looking up words was a daily trial. And the way they forgot things learned in History, Seemed to the teachers a very great mystery. But in spite of the thorns that their pathway beset Of the things hard to learn, and easy to forget, They seem to be having a successful career, And we shall meet them as Juniors another year.