Rensselaer High School - Chaos Yearbook (Rensselaer, IN)

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We first began to think of trying our hand for athletics. We didn't have a chance before liecausc Freshmen are. by silent consent, almost shut out of such things; they must learn more, you know, and get sort of fitted into the groove before they arc allowed to have a sthare in any important enterprise. We were getting smart, too; that is. in our own opinions. We had learned that x and y were unknown quantities, and, if you wanted to know what they were, you would have to find out for yourself. Emerson says something to this wise: “That if you arc great ami build your house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to your door. We found out that the old proverb was true. Hie door, in this case, was the door to the old physics lab. the beaten path was the right hand side of the south stairway at the old High School building, and the world, be it known, was a certain high school girl. N'uf said. Is it any wonder then, that we l cgan to have the fever”? But when we received our pass” to become Juniors, we could well afford to feel proud, and say luck had followed us. for then we felt that we were just a little bit better than the common people, meaning, of course, the Sophs and Frcshies. And one. especially, seemed- to be different from all the rest, maybe not any smarter than some, maybe no better looking, but at all events, he of all the class, was marked out by Fate as being the one to depart first from the narrow, stony jraths of school life. And consequently, he threw off the old rules of the pursuit after knowledge and entered into the blissful IhuhIs of matrimony. Then. too. it was that we moved into the new building and took upon ourselves the burden of keeping the walls free from pencil marks, which is extremely hard for young folks, especially when it is too warm to close the windows, and the sun shines brightly, and the birds sing merrily. One wants to be up and a-doing with nature. But NOW the aforesaid white walls, those upon the stage, arc beautifully decorated with blotches of black, spattered artistically here and PAGE NINETEEN Ammunition and powder there (during the Minstrel show at the County hair) showing some darky's inability to keep upon his feet in the exhausting intricacies of the cake-walk. At the close of the year, we did just what Junior classes done since the beginning of time; we gave a Junior reception. Everybody enjoyed it, of course, but we most of all; we were privileged to pay for it. out of the kindness of our hearts, and rejoiced in the paying. It is more blessed to give than to receive.” But now we are Seniors, it is spring, and almost time when we shall graduate. We now number thirty-three, and we think we are the nicest, pleasantest, and most learned class that has ever left this good old R. H. S. as graduates. We have always lent a helping hand in all school activities and it is largely through our efforts that our High School has attained the glory that now is hers. Altho we occupy but two rows of scats on one side of the assembly, we think that our name will go down in history in some manner thuswisc: The Senior Class of '14 is the ideal Senior class and it is the ambition of every successive class to endeavor to reach the fame and popularity that we have attained. We feel that by so doing they will be benefitting themselves and have some hope of being recognized as our followers. But I suppose we have our faults as well as our merits. Occasionally, one of us gets the so-called spring fever, which, according to our opinion, means that we would like to play hooky” for a day or two. and fish all day or sleep beneath the shade of an apple tree; or. in other words, to be knee-deep in June.” And it is said that it will not be long after we graduate l efore one of the girls will-------, but perhaps it was just a rumor. Thus, we members of the Class of 1914. arc preparing to graduate, proud that we have been students, and now are Seniors of the Rensselaer High School. FF.RNE F.. TII.TON, ’14 room.’’—Ladies’ Rest Room.

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Mentor Distort) MOTTO—Nulli Secundi FLOWER:—Dark Red Rose COLORS:-Light Blue and Maroon (£1.108 £ flucr0 PAUL MILLER MARJORIE LOUGHRIDGE LURA HALLECK EDWARD HONAN FERNE E. TILTON Seniors! The fourth and last step in Rensselaer High School wc have at last gained, that for which we have been working so hard, the ceasing of hostilities, che battling against the N. P.’s (the favorite monogram of the faculty) and the struggle and effort to get an A, even if wc are dubbed “teacher's pet. and sometimes wc have to be satisfied with a little A—. the minus accidentally (?) added by the nervous twitch of our teacher's pen. But as wc look back, and think of the good times we have had. the notes written, and the whispering behind books, we k not care for the disreputable red marks that go down in the teacher’s grade book, or the pretty little C‘s and D's that show up so plainly on our report cards. Wc think of the time when wc were freshmen, in the zoology class, how comfortable the tables looked, with two on each side, and what “circuses” wc had. regardless of how many times we were bawled out or sent to the office.” Wc were freshmen then: little insignificant, know-nothing Freshmen, the target of all the jokes, and the laughing-stock of the whole school. Thick-headed, too. you know, especially when it came to learning the conjugation of a verb or the declension of a noun. But Oh! Wc were proud of ourselves, for then wc were Freshmen, in the first year of high school: and we were . . Prendent Vice-Prwident . . Secretary . . . Treasurer . . . Historian going to have a class party just like all the others did. Wc had it too, and were served with baked beans for refreshments. And if some of the boys did not get their hair cut it was l ecause they had relieved themselves of a quarter and had it cut the day before. But wc were just little then, and didn’t know the ways of the world. We couldn't understand what was meant when the speakers told us wc would some day have to tight the stern battles of life ’ No doubt wc pictured ourselves as old scarred veterans, with knapsack and musket, marching to the fray to the tune of Bola Bola. If this actually had been the case wc would have, without hesitation, “left those fellows so far behind they wouldn’t wanta fight ( ?) us any more.” But all this training ami search for knowledge only made us soft heads,” or so-called Sophomores, just like wc had been only a little more so. It was then that we began to have the idea that the college (St. Joseph's, you know) ought to be. without delay, made a part of the High School, and we were firm in our convictions. Wc were reading Caesar, and were very much interested in that chapter in which. Caesar, having came to the Rhone, proposed to Bridget (wondering how he proposed). Maybe that inspired us ami made us dream dreams and sec visions. At any rate the halls began to be employed very regularly by certain persons. Many girls arc 'capacious'. —Carl Eigelsbach. PAGE EIGHTEEN

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EMIL WILEY MANLEY Stormy Thesis— Greateal invcmlniu ot Our Tlm». Treasurer Lincoln Society. Yoviif and Innocent. EBay coin No maid need amlle at mo. CATHERINE LOUISE WATSON Kate Thoxta— Klorrnev NIkMIkkuk and the Ked Oroaa Society. Vice-1 Ten Ido nt Lincoln Society. Serene. Hyxterlca. Good reader. May I Kovern my r salons with absolute sway. and grow Winer and hotter a life wear away. EMILY THOMPSON Em Then la—• lieethovon.'' Chairman Lincoln Proaram Commit roe. 80 expressive. Inquisitive. Graceful. Ic't the world elide, let the world ko. a (Ik for a care, and a Hk for a woe. MARIAN ALTA PARKER Mary- Ann Thoa la— Co-education In the I nlted State . President Webater Society. Shark. Surf race tie. Rasy. ‘ She hath blessed and artrnc- live rvM •• LABAN RAY WILCOX Lady The la— Aerial Navlicatlon. Vice- Pmildent Webater Society. Fusaer. Loves life. Gentle. Manly. “He’ll entertain us for hours with Mimicry. PAGE TWENTY Mow is your commencement dress going to l c made? —Senior girl.