Rensselaer High School - Chaos Yearbook (Rensselaer, IN)

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= CHAOS = Senior Class History Class Colors Old Gold and Blue Class Motto “The End Crowns the Work” Class Flower. Aaron Ward Rose To the incoming Freshman, High School usually seems the embodiment of all that is dark and mysterious. Teachers are usually looked upon as ogres, always ready, figuratively of course, to snatch from their necks the heads of the innocent Freshmen. We, the Seniors of 1921, when we entered High School were at the bot- tom of the ladder of graduation. Now we are on the top round, and shall soon have left the ladder. As Freshmen, we were forced to endure the taunts and jeers of the upper classes, because of our many blunders. But we had mounted the first step of the ladder and nothing could turn us back. Consequently we contrived, by fair means or foul, to pass the cruel exams thrown at us, and with glory and great joy found that next year we would be Sophomores. At the beginning of the second year, the majority of the previous Fresh- men were present. During the entire year we were very quiet, turning up later as a “dark horse,” as it were. We often wondered what made the Freshmen so carefree and kiddish and gay. We, following the examples of others, forgot that we had ever been beginners. We then mounted the third step of the ladder. Whenever the word “Juniors” was heard, we were all attention and were very proud indeed. Forrest Osborne, our president, had the support of the entire class. We wer e very enthusiastic over athletics, and engaged in several contests, always managing to be the guests at the banquets given for the winners. We watched with envy the Seniors, however, knowing that the next year would bring to us the fruits of toil. We now stood on the last step and gazed about us. We looked at the first three steps we had already climbed and sighed with relief. Imagine us Seniors starting four years before as verdant Freshmen! Although it hardly seems possible, it was nevertheless true. But now there are the exciting days of Commencement week to look forward to, and then we will bid R. H. S. goodbye forever, and go out into the world — Freshmen once more. ESTHER ZACHER, ’21. 19 2 1

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CHAOS Senior Class Poem Listen, my friends, and you shall hear The ta le of the Seniors who graduate this year. In the month of September, just four years ago, Our class numbered 71 ; Green Freshmen? Oh no! But I will not dwell on our High School flight, ’Twould take too long to tell it just right. So I’ll skip lightly o’er our three years of glory And unfold to you the Senior story. A stands for Arnott, in Athletics a star, You will remember him wherever you are. B stands for Bever, each spelled a different way, Izzy’s with an “e,” while Sylvia adds an “a.” C is substitute for Clark, and also for Comer, Please don’t forget Collins, in sports he’s a Homer. D means Dayton and Dahncke so slim, And also Dunlap, overflowing with vim. E begins Energy, displayed at all meetings. F is Friendship, extended with greetings. G of these we have but one, and that is Grow, When Billy’s in his Essex, he’s not a bit slow. H is for Hudson, Herath and Hoover, Also for Hemphill, the Chaos chief editor. I means Inclination, and many we had, Some were for good, and others for bad. J is for Judgment; there was lots of it in need, Especially in themes, you’d think so indeed ! K stands for Keenness, as sharp as a tack, In school activities, Keenness didn’t lack. L means Lynge, who’s never out-of-sorts, Lambert and Larsh, the bright lights in sports. M is for Merritt, guardian of our gold, N means Nonsense, or Nothing, all told. 19 2 1