Selma High School - Retro Yearbook (Selma, IN)

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x Thornburg und Carl Rayn cum abord. Thees fellers wuz purty good sailors, I kin tel yu. Lyle left us about then, but with the help uv the three nue wuns his place wuz filled. VVe wuz a reel soshable bunch und allways wurked togilher. Thet yere we asked the steemer ahead uv us on deckf'21 it wuz-an' enter- tained 'em royally. XVe stil hed the same old pilot. I guess we hed sorta got ust to her bossin' us und it diddent seem nateherel to hev no other. Durin' the summer we lost two thet hed bin with us all along the course. Und it did seem two bad not to hev them with us when we sailed into port, Homer left an' Marie jined a-nother ship. It seemed ez ill' we xxuz a-goin' to be short 0' hands on air last viage, but jist a-fore we hoisted the old banner for the last sail, Ralph un' Mildred jined us. I'll tel yu they wuz ez welcum az the llowers in May. Then we put out to sea for the last time in '22, We were seventeen strong. XVe loved the lilue un' VVhite und we sailed 'er with a will. It jist seemed to come in natcherel to hear the old captin's command ring out, Haul up t'he Blue un' XVhite! The sea wuz purty ruff, but we wuz old sailors und drove air Course straite throo. Ah me! 'twas a buliful site to see thet Old Blue an' XVhite '22 steem into the harbor of Life, an' leave at her port a dark red rose, showin' thet The '22 hed not sailed in vain, M. J. L., '22. Senior Class Son 1 Tune - Aloha Oel lVe'rc the Senior Class of Selma School: In numbers we are seventeen. .-Xnd our motto shall be our lifes rule, XYhile above, still fairer heights are seen. CIIVJRUS 't'he summit is beyond ns still, Hut we are bravely climbing on, Gaining strength with every conquered hill, Until our goal is won. XVe will prize our colors, white and blue'- The emblems of the true and pnret Lusstns learned this year of twenty-two. Fit us all to strive and to endure. J. N. M.-'21

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The Virage of The 'ZZ' AL. yu see air historic as a class o' the Selmer Hi Schule begins back in the spring of eighteen, when thirty-one lads an' lasses as brite an' intelligunt lookin' as you ever saw, receeved certificuts like, signifyen that thay wuz: elgihle to launch an' man the steamer hy the name of '22. Yu ort to hex' seen us starten outfethere wuz considerhle of a splash when the old boat slid into the water, I kin tel yu. an' it wussent long til we wuz well nigh started on air four years cruise. VVe went right to wurk a-cleenin' out the cobwebs und a-shinin' und a-polishin' til thet ship o' ourn wuz as good as eny thet had iver sailed the sea. Air captin thet yere wuz Ralph Shoekneyfa reel good one, too but afore we got put up fer the next summer, he up an' left, an' Homer Lang tuk his place. XVal, durin' the summer some maid up there minds thet they cuddent stand the viage, und when we put out agin, the next fall, we hed jest nine- teen to luk efter the old hole. Yo' see a feller by the name ot' Lyle Cummins, and two pert yung girls. Helen Runyan and Grace Lykins, put out with us thet yere. 'I'hay soon got ust to the kraft und we sailed her rite throo without sarious trouble. 0, 0' course sometimes the Mathematics wuddent wurk rite, und we had sum purty feerce storms over around Italy. Yu see some got ter tellin' or sort o' hintin' about a feller, who wuz long since ded, Caesar Julius, yu know, what with the weather like it wuz und some sorta superstishus when yu git ter tellin' 'bout the ded, 'sno wunder things wuz sorta ruff. But we managed to liven things up a hit on deck by hevin' some old fashuned good times und one thing an' nother. Air captin thet yere, Hub Brewington. left us when we wuz purty well under way an' one by the name of Lew- elleng Mary Jane, it wuzff sorta tuk t' givin' orders, und we did air best to carrie 'em out. Yu see it wuz purty eleer thet we'd hey ter wurk togither, so when the order rung out l-leeve Ho we usually did. XVe made purty good speed thet viage, und efter a rest of bout four mounths we started out agin, hedded fer '21, Thet time it wuz Kenneth Sipe. who'd allways held furst rate post, Virgil Pittenger und Helen Run- yan left us fer other ships. XVe stil hed the ol' Blue an' XVhite a-lloatin' in the breze, und by this time we'd begun to reelize what she ment to us. I'll tel yu, fellers, it jist made our blud tlow faster to see her a-holdin' her own agin the blast! By this time iver-body nue ther job an' stuk to it. No matter how the old bote rocked an' tossed, we stuk. und felt as much to hum when the see wuz ruil' as when it wussent, und all the while we wuz a-shinin' und a-cleenin' her up. The XVhite on her prow wuz pure un' the Blue wuz true-not the kind thet a little wettin' will warsh off. XVe hed aighteen passungers thet yere when we started out. Yu see, Jay Kirklin hed jined us rite ofl n the real an' it wussent no time til Marx

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Senior Prophecy FTliR graduating from Selma Iligh School in 1922, I left my friends and went on a long and interesti ng trip to the Iloly Land, Egypt, and all those wonderful places we used to study about in our Bible lessons not many years ago. About live years later, on my way home, I was walking in the streets of New York City when I caught sight of a large opera building. I de- cided I would go in, as this would help pass tl1e time while waiting for my train, The house was beautiful, a11d I hadn't been seated long until the curtains were raised. and w ho should come out but Helen Holt, a very noted soprano singer! Immediately after the performance I asked permis- sion to speak to the great soprano. This privilege being granted, Helen and I had a long and interesting talk. She said, Dorothea Leeper is living in this city. It has not been very long since I was at her home. She sits by the tire and knits while a pretty cat lies at her feet. t'l'his surely signifies that Dorothea is an old maid.l My train had arrived by this time, and, alter bidding her goodbye, I set out again. Again I stopped at Bullalo. where I knew Marx Tliornburg was a very prominent citizen, There I learned, too, that he was a ve1'y learned lawyer of that place. The little girl with curls hanging over her shoulders when last I saw her, was now a Latin teacher in a Buffalo high school, whom everyone recognized as tleneieve Pickard. Then, at Columbus, Ohio, as I stepped oll' the train, I saw Gracie Lykins witl1 her two small children who had black, curly hair and dark eyes. They looked just for the world like her. She then told me that she had married a very wealthy young man and was living very happily in a large home, as she had always longed to do. I told her about seeing Helen and hearing of Dorothea, and she said, Lucite Ilolt and Mildred Russell are the only ones I ever hear from. Lucile's I'ortune turned out queerly. You know she intended to he a music teacher, XVeIl, she went to college and made plans for her work. But her plans all failed when 'the man in a thousand' asked her to make a cozy home for him. Mildred, let me inform you, is now abroad. She went to college and there met a very nice man and later they were married. She is enjoying life immensely, I am sure. At last I arrived in Muncie and there I saw Agnes .Iones, just as little and tiny as ever. She informed me that she was working in an olI'ice in Muncie, and was just on her way to visit Carl Rayn and his family. Carl was a professor at the Indiana State Normal, was married, and living nearby. She also told me where the other classmates were and what they were doing. Noel Iiast and Lowell Lewellen were no longer together. Lowell was a minister in Georgia and was preaching sermons which were well worth hearing. Noel was a doctor in California. Neil Moody was living on a large farm and was a very prosperous farmer. Iiphriam Cecil was a math- ematics teacher in Chicago. Mary .lane Lewcllen, our president and leader. had gone to college, and was now teaching in a girls' college somewhere in New York,