Roll High School - Rollonian Yearbook (Roll, IN)

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cnt Bulluniun '24 I Z But time flies. I can linger here no longer. Another large town house as came in sight. Coming down the broad veranda steps was Bertha. the same I Bertha I had known in my high school days. She was much prettier and , seemed very happy. Accompanying her was-well, anyone could easily , , 3 Q guess who it was. I ,I -1 F 1:35 The interior of a large wholesale house next appeared. At the desk of 0 1 o the business manager sat Raymond Byall, a former classmate. Reporting 3 for duty at the business manager's desk, was Paul Florea, now a traveling Ee jgh salesman. I heard Raymond highly commend his work. Thus I judged that QQ 0 V as Paul, with his persuasive voice and manner, had become a thoroughly ca- F pable salesman. I I A large consolidated school came into view. In the principal's ofice presided Mary Creek. I felt sure that Mary, with her capable teaching abil- ity and strang character, was making and enjoying success here. P2 -fl, 0 A large stage was brought before my gaze. Seated at a piano, and ac- companying a great opera singer, was Ruth Kelly. Evidently Ruth had D 2, ,? .g gg more than realized her ambition to become a recognized pianist. Maw I, Another stage appeared, but it was smaller than the first. In the cenijei' 12 s of the stage holding all the attention, was Ivaleene. She was giving a read- TF ing, and she was able to carry the audience with her, for they laughed and Ii cried, according to the various emotions expressed in the reading. Certainly I li Ivaleene had gained a small degree of success in the world of foot-lights. I The appearance of the farm spoke of a thrifty, industrious farmer, and I i I , could not help but wonder who he was. At the gate of one of the fields appeared a man. Who was he, I wondered? As his face came well into , view, I recognized Bryce, another classmate. I A large farm appeared. In the fields were large herds of grazing cattle. I I , A small farmhouse came into view. Seated on the front porch were Mable Seelig and Gilvieg of course it was no longer Mable Seelig. They . I I seemed happy and well contented. , l , A large western ranch next appeared. My attention was focused upon I '55 a large White horse, ridden by a cowboy. I examined the rider carefully. lg and recognized my old classmate, Junior Burchard. He seemed happy and A carefree, and I judged, by the respect shown him by the other cowboys, that he was foreman of the ranch. A visitor. The voice of a servant aroused me from by stupor. I .' wakened and gazed wonderingly about me. I had difliculty in collecting my Kg thoughts. Where had I been? What had I seen? My gaze became fixed upon the tiny fan held rigidly in my hands. Ah-now I remembered! The F F hazy procession of figures, the scenes in which I had seen each of my for- I I mer classmates, had all been mere optical illusions. But-were they merely I , optical illusions, or had the fan cast a sort of magic spell over me? I exam- I I Le ined it more closely. It was the same-it had not changed. The Japanese L1 a 15? symbols, so mystic in their hidden meaning, had not changed and I found III B myself vaguely wondering what secrets they could tell. ' 5 And I might state here that I never learned the secret of the fan, but I ,EFA all still hold it as a treasured possession of mine, for was it not the means by ggi I F which I was enabled to learn of my classmates of '24? U 1 l -Garnet Rosco Byall. E I I l 5 Ji 5

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.JYL dglw 'ia 8 V 0 9 Ur Q JSI! 1 F .a L 13: 0 '51 S I 2 l QS! ,Qc L53 Pl? js l 'V l l i I 4 i k ji Ll 4 rg, , I 'fl-Yi IQU J. i 0 2?-3 1 l s i L .l fill ie. ,Q ls' igrl :SQ 1 F l l , l l VN other classmate, Ralph Kitterman. The dark hair, as yet untinged by gray, the eyes so singularly clear, his hand resting upon the open pages of a mas- sive volumeg his forceful attitude, the intent, earnest expression of his face, all spoke with conviction of the force with which he was pleading his case before the judge. My mind presses on. The co1'rider of a large hospital in New York next came into view. Nurses were passing to and fro. One seemed parti- cularly familiar, where had I seen that figure? Ah-I knew, it was Mary, my old classmate, Mary Runkle. Having gone into training immediately after her high school days, she had patiently worked her way to the highest Eungagii the ladder, so that now she was head nurse in a large New York osm a . U The scene shifted. My attention was focused upon a large oflice build- ing in New York. At a table in a spacious oflice suite there sat one who was unmistakable-the same Harry as of yore, he with the golden red hair that was as yet undimmed by time. He was studying diagrams or plans, from which I rightly inferred that he was an electrical engineer. Next a large, stately house loomed upon my vision. What a beautiful house, what beautiful surroundings! Ah-there was driving through the narrow winding driveway, a large sedan skillfully guided by another of my class-mates, Marjorie Osborne. Evidently she and Hugh were living a life of ease and happiness for Hugh was sitting idly beside her, apparently en- joying life. Across space my mind flew. A neat, comfortable cottage with pretty green blinds and white curtains fluttering in the breeze, next intruded itself upon my vision. The very aspect of the cottage spoke of cleanliness, hap- piness, and good cheer. Inside in a room, beside a table with a shaded lamp. sat a woman with the light playing upon her hair. and beside her was a great basket of sewing. How domestic, how tranquil it all seemed! Across from her sat her husband, watching with eager interest the nimble fingers of his wife as she performed the homeliest of all tasks. the darning of a stocking. In this little housewife I recognized Charline, another classmate, her husband was no other than the ever faithful Howard. My mind sped onward. Across a lawn. toward a little summerhouse in the midst of a rose garden, my glance strayed. In full view within the summerhouse sat a young girl-or such she seemed. It was Mable Swindler. seemingly as young as in our high school days. Evidently time had been kind to her and life full of pleasant shadows. I wondered why she was there. It was not long until I was enabled to know the reason. Two beau- tiful children, a boy and girl, came running across the lawn. laughing with glee. Climbing upon her knee, they cried, Mother, please read us a story. What a pretty picture the three, all so happy and care-free. The Mable of the high school days had certainly gained happiness through her ever cheerful disposition. The interior of a large white farm house was brought before my gaze. In a large white kitchen, whose every article spoke with conviction of a con- scientious housewife, the1'e sat beside a table, a man and Women. The lady turned her head toward me and I recognized Lena Seelig, but she was Lena Seelig no longer, for she had changed the latter name for that of Clamme. A large building loomed in sight. It was a school of mechanical en- gineering. Inside, instructing several students at one of the work benches of the shop. stood Glenn. Evidently he was a professor, for he was aptly instructing the students in their work. 'A' ni 'A' r -'rfff' rv ' r if -i if WMQF Y- itQr-2. ear is 4: L TNF 3 'YL 3 8 . 12? sie IJ I N . L1 A 'IZFI l F3 Wi sae iff' Q: fpi '15 l l i l F i l ' l , . I. 3 Cl. ag. me aff? .gt its' j :ie SQ! arcri ri , i A i' Y L ltr: l i fit 1 ll ga .il Tlrfvl T'-T L Tl cdifhhwfucc Q 1.25.1

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TUC RUUUIUHU '24 V i DC 5 . 131' ge-:ng f-so ' 1 F .:1 h ffl Q o u e 11? ,l-:Se 1 r :1 re 13? Q J-'fl 0 U 3 ,135 as ri 63, FF il 1, 1 l l L .4 r. 4 fa? 1 F 5 L FW o o Q o 'Q' BSE 1 F DC F15 Last Will and Testament We, the Senior class of one thousand nine hundred and twenty-four. who are in number nineteen, have begun to realize that the day is approach- ing to say farewell to our happy High School days in the Roll High School. Having gained a supernatural knowledge of High School, we find it exped- ient to pass on. Therefore we are leaving our vacant desks to the pupils of the oncoming years, hoping they can fill them as good or even better than we did. We wish to make and publish this, our last will and testament. that they may have some mementos as a remembrance of us. Thus, we hereby do will to the various persons the following items: First of all we leave to our faculty who has guided and instructed us patiently through our Senior year the memories of our unprepared lessons, the almost utterly impossible excuses, and the unpleasant looks we bore when asked a question. We know it must have been diflicult for them to carry us safely through these storms of life, but they have done their duty and we shall win the kind of a reward we worked for. We also leave them any valuable knowledge on Exams. or in recitation that they may have gained. We feel sure some of the knowledge gained, by unexpected test papers, was perhaps as valuable as enjoyable, especially to find so many papers with the same answers and then perhaps. wrong. We bequeath to the Roll High School and its contents any pencil marks and jack knife carvings that may be found, or notes stored away in some undiscovered corner. These being the bequests of the class as a whole, we sincerely hope, al- though they may be small, you will remember us for our kind and generous spirit. Now each individual Wishes to bequeath some personal property to a friend. First: Junior Burchard wishes to will to Dorval Sprong the corner of the library so much loved for reading library books and getting reference work. ' Dorval do not leave the corner vacant. Second: Raymond Byall leaves to Floyd Casterline his winning ways and patent leather hair. Now Floyd be careful. Third: Helen Wolverton leaves her dignified ways and quiet disposi-- tion to Vesta Harrold. Vesta quiet downf' Fourth: Glenn Frazier leaves his Monday morning Marcelle to Lloyd Rice, providing he can get up in time to get it done before school. Benny, get it even? Fifth: Mary Creek wills her wit and women's rights to May Harrold. Now sunshine, make it snappy. Sixth: Mary Runkle leaves her oversupply of words to Blanche Ratliff. Blanche express your sentiments. Seventh: Ivaleene DeWitt leaves to Elizabeth Burns her flapperism and ability for the stage. Betty keep the spirit moving onward. L Ir: EEF 43: 3 lf, 285 Q T ' f E L FS' fl lg! lifal age If 1924? H5 l 1 l i 1 A Q3 z.,1 19 nil 1 F 3 J gil l. iff La dh! is