Sharpsville High School - Sharpvue Yearbook (Sharpsville, IN)

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Well what do you thlnk of that mut stuttermgl l1ke It don t xou dear1e'7 Oh I know you do Come fess up Confesslon IS good for the soul ls It not Mr I angfort I do not understand you xou ale xery lmpertlnent How dare you thxng of such a thmg At thls Rosallne turned on her heel and walked out of the she means he w as takmg long strldes to- wards the banged door When his hand touched the knob he stopped to reconslder the matter and declded to stax where he was He then rang the bell calllng for Mrs Phll llps Dld Vlrs Phllllps answer to the sum declde tel ed Rodney Confound lt' I wonder what Pauline L Henderson Euemnq One evemng of a summer s dav When I was all alone Wanderlng 1n a woodland green Not far away from home The sun was smkmg 1n the west Shadows were all aroun The earth was llke a Paradise Of follage green and brown I gazed and gazed as one entranced I looked as one m fear A blrd perched ln a tree near by Began h1s carol clear Flowers were clustered round my feet Of every SIZE and hue Vmes were tw 1n1ng here and there But trees were very few The golden sun was slnklng A ball of yellow gold VS hlch cast 1ts rays upon the earth As thongs Wlth Wh1Ch to hold But presently It dropped from view. Nlghtb1fdS began thelr song I left the wood in care of those To whom xt d1d belong Lottle Hoffman Page thlrtv exght . . . , v v yy V 1 - ' . , , . , ., . V , , . y . . l .N . ,, I u ' , . 1 J , y P , ' I . . ,, - . . . 1 A I I ' A S. I . I I ' ' room, leaving Rodney entirely stupified. mons or not? That is left for the reader to u , , , ' .YV - ' . , , CG ' ' I . ,i 1 ! , Y ! 3 D 7 ' r 9

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Alwaqs Number Three 'VIrs Rosahne Rlnhurst Weaver Phllllps a ty plcal brunette was a stenographer ln the large office of Rodney Langfort Llke most men suspects of all business glrls she was hunting for husband number three She was qulte careful that no one knew her plans but secretly she watched all men that mlght be ehglble Rosalme Rmhurst when eighteen years of age became mfatuated Wlth Mr Weaver All went well for three months Then she found another woman an artlst was wmnmg her husband s attractlons from her M Vieayer and the artist were exchanglng let ters One day when Rosalme returned from shopping she heard Weaver sawing on some thmg ln the attlc She steathlly went up to the attic and found hlm removlng the floor and placlng a packet of letters between the ceiling of the lower room and the floor of that room After his departure she read the let ters and her anger was great She vowed never to stay with hlm any longer Again that eyemng the unfaithful one was found trying to conceal a letter under the living room rug but hls efforts were thwarted Mrs Weay ex promptly secured a dlvorce and went home to mother attempted boardlng the ship of Matrimony agaln At the end of that tlme along came Mr Phllllps a prosperous and good looking chemlst They hved happv for qulte a while and at the close of the third year a terrlble accident came One day when Phillips was ln his laboratory worklng on a composltlon of powder when suddenly swlsh went the powder a terrific exploslon He was burned so badly about the face and eyes that he died three days after the sad accldent Rosalme was sorely grxeyed for she loved Phillips dearly and her loye was returned Mrs Phillips now left upon her own re sources started workmg for Mr Langfort and old batchelor Rosalme seemed to be regarded by all the men as a terrible lloness Mr Langfort was qulckly becomlng old and chlldlsh He wanted to marry have a home and a sweet loy mg wife but was afraid of getting bit Mrs Phillips thought the fun would be great lf she w on old Lang fort s attractions One day upon Rosalme belng called lnto the private oflice of the llon Cas he w as called by all employees! an mterestmg con yersatlon took place Mr Langfort began bv saymg Mrs Phllllps probably you would be glad to hear my l1fe hlstory I was born back on the farm IH dear old Mlssourl Dear old place' I can see my father mother brothers and all my friends iust as they looked when I left Father and I could not get along very well NK hen I was elghteen I left home I haye been sort of a vagabond all my l1fe Cast upon my own resources I tried to get work at several offices but to no avall After I had spent qulte a few nights sleeping m the stieets or wherever I could I was at last gnen a low posltlon Then by long hours hard dlscouragmg work I gamed my height presldent of this office You know where I am now A long sigh of rellef passed from his lips at the end of the recital Mrs Phillips now began telling her l1fe hlstory She was stopped varlous times by some comment made by Langfort As the reader IS already acquainted w1th her hls notonous by repeatlng all of the details As she was telling about the treachery of Mr W eay er ln hiding the letters Mr Langfort interrupted by saymg Oh that cur should haye been killed Hang lt' I wish I had been there I would haye mauled the old cuss to death Well what do you know about that Phllllps surely was mce Well darn lt' I do not for my life see how he could keep fiom lt vou belng such a mce kind low mg wife and then he crushed Rosalme s hand m hls O h Mr Langfort what are you do mg Oh' Oh' You must not do that Some body might see vou That would be terrible ll hat would they thlnk of us 9 Nelther must you Hatter me so you know xt IS not good fox my health Ha' Ha' Well that IS right but I Just could not help lt Now Rosalme dear w1ll you not tell me the truth? Y v you klnda Cconfound my Page thirty sex en L 0 . . . . , . Y - V . . ,Y . , . . I . ' ,, . ,, , 7 ' 9 7 ' K . Y ' is . , D , . ' 7 ' Y 7 ! ! I . ' ' ' . r. . 1 , ' ' - r ' , A . L . 8 Y . I - 3 . . . . . . . ,, , . . , . . y It was three years before Rosaline ever tory' I will not make this narative more mo- . . . , . , V . . . . . . . . . , , H - . V , , ' 1 . v . . t , u - sv - - - - Y ! Y J l y ' 1 ' . - ' . Y uv I 7 I P Y. ' ' ' 91 ' 9 ' 1 v U. , . - , , , - 9 V . - y ' U my . . . . . . J v yy ' , , i . . . H ' ' It s q . ' ! Y 1' Y' J ' v ' V' 9 - , . . . ,, . . - -V , , , V

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CI' he 'Zero Hour Nlornrng found me standlng almost knee deep rn the slrmy strcky mud of the front trenches On erther srde of me I could drscern rn the gray lrght some comrade re clrnrng at the flre or gryrng hrs arms therr frnal rnspectron Our greatly trusted Captarn came plod dmg down the lrne speakrng words of cheer and comfort to every man also conductrng the sery mg of refreshments and strmulants The enemy s artrllerv yyere sendrng a constant stream of shot and shell screamrng and shrreklng rnto our llnes Now and then a shell exploded rather close to our trench throw mg a shower of mud yy ater and shrap nel oy er us In a short trme thrs fit of firrng ceased At thrs pr ecrse moment our srgnal came and oy er the top yye went almost lrke men rnto the seemrngly rncessant stream of lead that poured rnto us They began flrrng as soon as yye appeared oy cr the top Thev tea ed therr firrng onlv long enough to get out of therr trenches and come to meet our oncomlng rush The clashrng of arms and the srngrng of bullets became lntense The two lrnes sway ed back and forth The arr yy as reekrng wlth the smell of burnt powder and the odor of blood I was halt crouched rn the yery mrdst tlrrng my prstol and shootrng wrth all my mrght All at once my arm became numb and dropped llmply to my srde the rey oly er slrp ped out of my neryous fingers I then leaned oy er to regarn rt rn mv left hand yy hen there came a stlngrng sensatron rn my chest Eyerythrng began to darken and I slowly crumpled to the ground When I came to I was lyrng on a soft cot or bed rn some hosprtal far back of the front lrnes On openrng mv ey es Ifound my self ga7rng rnto another palr of soft brown eyes Wrllar d Faulkner J1 Chrrsimas Drnner perhaps sey enteen summers yyas busv mak mg out her menu for a large Chrrstmas feast At last yyrth achrng shoulders she fin rshed her lrst erccept tor her meats She de crded upon the krllrng of a lamb nrce and fat as she descrrbed rt for her one hundred college guests She arose and went to search for her Chrrstmas lamb w hrch she found cuddled up rn a bunch of hay rn her father s barn For a moment she stood motronless looklng at rt then No I yy on t haye roast m rtton and turnmv was about to pat rt yy hen her moth er s h ad peepel around the corner Oh you yyon tl Well what yyrll you haye After a long drscussron Curly tor that yyas her name decrded to consult the mard she changed her mrnd rt w as finally decrded to roast the lamb At last the great day arrry ed It brought yyrth rt Vlerry Chrrstmas and a Happy Neyv Year good cheer ey eryw here grfts and eycrythrng pleasant that goes yy 1th Chrlst mas and the most rmportant of all rt brought Curly s college frrends to her home After they had drstrrbuted grfts and had enyoy ed a not to be forgotten mornrng the guests yy ere summoned b the hostess to the drnner When durrng the latter part of th meal Curly querred sorroyyfully Doesnt It seem a shame that thrs poor lamb should haye to dre for us? Mr Jones a college student Ah yes rndeed It rs rather tough Geneya Lorts Pa e thrrty nme . . . - . . . Y . . , y . V' , L L . ' ' . v . y 'K 1 ' .1 - ' 7 v ' L. ' v L . Lv 1 ' Q . ' v 1 ' , 0 Y L I . ' 1 . Y. , . . . vyi ' v l 4 ' v v 1' 1 v Y . - ., ' c ., ' 1 A 1 . r v . . L, 9 sl I 1 1 p I . I . v , . V . ,' . v - v . ' . 9 7 Y 1 . I . lv L . A 1 L ' , vv n Y Y 7 I I . 1 . , . , . . I I - 1 v ' w . . w . v , .. . . . , , l 'Q . . ,. Q I C ln a western vlllage, a young marden of However, no matter how' many' trmes , 1 s -v . 1 - 1 s ' ' V v ' . 1 v 1 1'1 1 Q vi 1 ' 1 n ' v L , . L, L ' . . . . 1 - V. . ,, v Q, ' I ,' ' ' ' 1 I U ' ' . - v . v . - ' 1 7 U 9 H , I ,' ' ' , . , . v ' 7 ,' ' - , . . . , , A 1 N . ' . ., . , v 1 0 v, ' 7 nf ' f ' . ' ' v U ' . ' -f ' - ' y , 4 , 9 Y ' sv - - . , . , . . I . v . v - . ' , 0 cy 1 sf a .' . . v ' , so s - - e 1 . a y, LY, U v v ' ' I v '-' v s ' v ! L ' I -, , sv . - sv , . - - sc , yy y , 44 , x Y 5. 7 ' Y ! A ! 7 -4 1 ' ' ' 1 77 , . , . . . . -- ' L rr ' - ' -