Selma High School - Retro Yearbook (Selma, IN)

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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,

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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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.-X5 for our class Jay Kirklin was an athletic teacher in Flotrida. Carl Bailey. who was once so brilliant in physics, was now a great seienee teacher in St. Louis. Last, but not least, comes Ralph Lewis, who wrote our class poem so many years ago. He was now a great writer of L l1llLll'6Il,S poems, and was taking the place of James XVhiteomb Riley. M. E. R4 and G. M. L. Class Poem Hail to the class of twenty-two, XYith her colors blne and white: All these years she has strived to do That which was noble and right. There may have been classes wfth greater fame ln the world since classes began: . we honor its name For the noble XVe go ont this lnto the wild To see if we be Can stand or XX'e have worked ln the XYe have true race it ran. year from Selma School troublesome world or fool -- and . man be downward hurled. with ambition and zealous trust classroom and with the ball: struggled on, for we thought we must, Thru Latin, linglxsh, and all. And now to the Except this, our .XllllOSt we have come to the end of the year, end of our rhymingg molto, and never fear- Xot at the summit, but ellmbingf' - R. l.., '22,