Rensselaer High School - Chaos Yearbook (Rensselaer, IN)

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THE CHAOS A. A. SHEPLER, Principal Chemistry, Physics. ' inona College, A. B., Teachers ' College, Culumbia L ' niversity, N. Y. School spirit ! School spirit ! School spirit ! That ' s what he brought to old R. H. S. Book-stacking days are gone forever ! Dirty school tricks are now forgotten ! And each one of us works together to make R. H. S. stand first in the state. TO THE CLASS OF 1922 My Dear Young Friends: During the past four years, you have, as a class, been intimately associated. With man} ' of you, this class friendship has grown for ' tight additional years — those happy days of childhood in the grades. As a class, now, at the time of graduation from the public schools of Rensselaer, you represent the best that the public school system is able to develop. Do not think that you are a product of the Rensselaer High School, that the school is wholly responsible for your mental and physical being. Rather, Rensselaer High School, as it is today, is a product of yours; it is what you have helped to make it. That indefinable something known as school spirit has grown and developed under your fostering and leadership. An efficient corps of teachers cannot make a school nor can a few hundred boys and girls make a high school. It takes rather, a combina- tion of the two: the teachers with the best interests of their pupils in mind, and the pupils, loving their work, loyal to their school and their opportunities. The class of 1922 has done its full part, and to spare, in the development of the institution so neces- sary in the growth of a school in which all can be justly proud. To the fifty-three individuals of the class of 1922, I wish to express my personal appreciation for the unselfish interest and enthusiasm that you have put into your work during the past four years. Certain individuals of your class have never been excelled in scholarship: to ycur class belong some of the best athletes that have ever worked for R. H. S. I have a feeling of pride and sincere pleasure in your achievements as you approach the time of your graduation. May success continue to reward you for your labors through the years to come! Sincerelv, , . - .

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THE CHAOS 1c 7009847 L. N. Hamilton lieleu W. Hunt Georee Collins THE BOARD OF SCHOOL TRUSTEES L. H. Hamilton President George Collins Secretary Helen W. ] lunt Treasnrer C. R. Dean Superintenrlent C, ROSS DEAN Snperintendent of Schools Indiana University, A. B. Biological Station. ' inona Lake. Chicago Universit}-. Teacher ' s College, Dulnth, Nlinn., (Taught there Summer of 19.11.) A home man, working for his home town. He puts his whole soul into his work and is always looking forward to each new thing — hoping to give something more to onr High School.

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THE CHAOS FOREWORD To say anything new would be impossible, nor could we presume that our knowl- edge and experience would be as valuable as the maxims of the wise and the sublime truths which have become a part of the standard literature. The best, there- fore, that anyone can expect to do is to recombine the experience of the past and com- pile srch thoughts and extracts as have chimed in with the testimony of earnest and aspiring minds, and offer them in a novel and fascinating form. Undoubtedly the student body this year has displayed more pep, enthusiasm and interest in the school than ever before. With the promise of another new High School ready by next fall, Rensselaer should assume her rightful place near the front. To portray a growing school spirit, then, is one purpose of this book. The second and perhaps the primary reason, is a fond desire that we might produce a book in which was written the record of our High School days. A book which in after years, when eyes are dim and memories dull, would recall the scenes which have been enacted in the halls and classrooms of R. H. S. Therefore, dear reader, be not a harsh judge; remember that we have given our best efforts in an endeavor to leave you a record of the spirit and life in R. H. S. Whether or not we have succeeded, you, dear reader, are the sole judge. If perchance we have, then, in the words of the poet: We have gathered posies from other men ' s flowers. Nothing but the thread that binds them is ours. -THE STAFF.