Rensselaer High School - Chaos Yearbook (Rensselaer, IN)

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CHAOS SENIOR CLASS HISTORY oooooo Officers President Watson Fendig Vice President Carl Arnott Secretary Jennette Murphy ' treasurer Byrom Phegley Class Colors — Purple and Gold. Class Flower — -Sunburst Rose. Class Motto — En Avant. It seems but yesterday that eighty eight green, insignificant F reshies (at least so we were told) began their careers in R. H. S. Immediately and from all sides uncomplimentary remarks were hurled at us. On descending the stairs we were told that we sounded like a herd of cattle. The upper classmen condescended to inform us that we were even too green to burn. But in spite of this, Gerald Beaver, our able class president, safely piloted us to our Sophomore year. The next term Watson Fendig was chosen class president. With such an able leader we were assured of a successful year. Much of our time as Sophomores was’ spent listening in open mouthed amazement to the accom- plishment of the Juniors and Seniors. The water tower had its place in our life, as it has in the lives of all the other unusual classes of R. H. S. Always our class numerals were the largest, and our colors the most conspicuous, combination of colors being the least of our worries. Mayor Stockton held us in such high esteem that one evening he stationed himself to guard (?) our flag. Soon the year passed and we were full-fledged Juniors. Again Watson Fendig was the choice of the class, and in his usual manner he performed his duty admirably. Looming on the horizon was the Junior-Senior reception, and we immediately set about to earn enough money to finance the affair. V e endeavored and succeeded in encouraging more school spirit in this one formal affair of the school year. We are hoping that other classes will follow our example. Financially, as well as socially, the Prom was a huge success. In the Good Fellowship contest three of our members were chosen as the best “fellows” of R. H. S. How well that spoke for us! Only the vainglorious enjoy writing their own epitaphs. It is indeed a heavy task to steer a straight course between the Scylla of conceit and the Charvbdis of self effacement in the writing of a class history, especially in the writing of a senior class history. But I believe we, the class of ’26, have much of which to be proud. We have shown our superiority in athletics, in dramatics, in scholarship, and commercially as well as socially. 19 2 6 Page nineteen

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CHAOS As winter’s cold and snow without drives all to the shelter of home and hearth, so we Seniors, looking ahead and dreading the cold and loneliness of the outside world, unsheltered by our Alma Mater, have drawn closer together to enjoy our last days. Our work has been lightened, and we have enjoyed our social gatherings all the more for the separation so soon to come. In spite of mistakes and indiscretions, we have successfully completed the course. Our aims, our hopes, and our aspirations have been achieved, but in all this glory our happiness is tinged by the sorrow that soon the different members of tbe class will scatter to all the corners of the earth, as a volcano spreading its lava in all directions. What halls, what faces, who, with that protecting and guid- ing hand of our dear Alma Mater, will take the place of those we are leaving? These questions come to our minds as we step out into the onrushing world. Our high school days are over, gone forever, but how dear to remember! — Eva Karnowsky, ’26. Who in the Freshman, Sophomore or Junior classes can: Day dream like Edna Hall? Draw like Walter Ford? Sing like Margaret Myer? Be as bashful as Carlyn Courtwright? Be as awkward as Gerald Beaver? Laugh like Margaret Simons? Bluff like Bob Bennett? Cook like Lib Kresler? Play basketball like Dean Jordan? Flirt like Marje Merica? Be as sweet as Lavenna Malone? Sell candy like Beatrice Burrell? Be as dignified as Carl Wortley? Be as quiet as Ellen Marion? Play the cornet like Carl Arnott? Put on the make-up like Elnora Wild? Be as carefree as Jimmie Iliff? Type like Louise Tharp? Sell ads for tbe Rensselaerien like Harry Wild? Be as true to one as Gin Wasson? Make eyes like Carmen Wood? Get grades like Jennette Murphy? Accomplish things like Watson Fendig? Be as reliable as Lester Maines? Translate Vergil like Albert Northrop? Chew gum like Opal Shafer? Fix their hair like Marguerite Nees? Hand out gum like Perry Marlatt? Talk like Myrtle Arntold? Smile like Byrom Phegley? Be as unobtrusive as Sylvester Amsler? Be as happy as Gladys Gallagher? Be as appreciative as Eva Karnowsky? Sleep in class like Allen Parkinson? In other words, who can you find to take each present Senior’s place? YOU CAN ' T DO IT! Page twenty 19 2 6