Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 88 of the 1915 volume:

THE SYLLABUS 19 15 Second Number ‘'Published by the Senior Class of the Sheridan High School Sheridan, Indiana DEDICATION To CKCr. James W. Kirk, Superintendent of the Sheridan Public Schools, u)e grate-jully dedicate this book• The School Board The Faculty J. W. TETER Principal of High School Science, Agriculture. A. B. Degree Indiana University. MISS RUTH HEMMERSBAUGH English. A. B. Indiana University. Latin. A. B. Degree Indiana University, 1909. Post Graduate work, University of Chicago. Qualifications—Teacher in Sheridan High School two years; High School Principal two years and two years Superintendent. J. W. KIRK Superintendent The Faculty F. E. ELLIS Mathematics, Commercial Work and Music. Science Degree from Central Normal School. Indiana and Wisconsin. O L LOOP History. A. B. Degree. Indiana University. One year’s credit in Law Degree. MISS FRANCES HANKEMEIER Domestic Science and German. A. B. Degree Indiana University, Phi Beta Kappa Society. The High School Building Editorial In the year 1905 the Seniors of Sheridan High School published the first number of “The Syllabus.” For some reason the following classes did not continue this custom and so after a long period of ten years the Seniors of 15 are issuing the second number of “The Syllabus.” We, the editors of this number, submit this work as our best effort at portraying the life of the High School as we find it about us and also its outside activities. We realize that limited time and inexperience have been two serious handicaps to us but we also feel that our time and effort has been well spent. We wish to thank the whole school for the otherwise and especially the business men of Sheridan who have so liberally patronized support it has given us either financially or us. It is our wish to have the publication of an Annual become a permanent feature of the High School and hope that in the years to come the following classes will produce a work that will be worthy of representing Sheridan High School. —The Editors. The Green Carpet Scene. The Staff First Row Left to Right: Literary Editor Calendar Editor Athletic Editor .. Edna Moore ............ Bertha Phebus Mabel Robbins Second Row Left to Right: Joke Editor ...... Business Manager Editor-in-Chief ... Oratorical Editor Alumni Editor ..... John Nay LaRue Stout Chase Walker Charles Long Clair Linton Seniors ETHEL STAHL: Treasurer Class ’15. Suffragette play. “Where there is a will there is a way.” MARVIN BARKER: Spreading the News. “Ne’er opes his mouth; Ne’er speaks a word.” VERNA THOMPSON: Secretary Class ’15. Spreading the News. “We will walk on our own feet, we will work with our own hands, we will speak our own minds.” CHARLES II. LONG : “I pity the man overwhelmed with the weight of his own leisure.” Syllabus Staff, President Popular Party. President of Junior and Senior Classes. Football, ’14 and ’15. Captain basketball team ’15. Editor Black and White. Seniors CLYDE BUTCHER: Spreading the News. Track ’14, football, ’15. “Cupid” darts around are flying, And we wonder where they’ll fall; Whether in some maiden’s garden Or in some professor’s hall.” MAUD EUDALEY: Suffragette play. “Up! Up! my friends, and quit your books, or surely you’ll grow double. It’s teachers, teachers, books and books and then its trou ble, trouble.” FRANK CLINE: Spreading the News. Track, ’15. “Eyes, limpid and still like pools of water; Voice as still as the streams.” FERN HARRIS: Suffragette play. “Of all things beautiful and fair. Fern is adorned with beautiful hair.” Seniors VERN DEER: Spreading the News. Football, ’15. Track, ’15. “I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done than to be one of twenty to follow mine own teachings.” JUSTIN IRICK: Work House Ward. “All work and no play Is not Irick’s way.” DORLEY MELSON: VERLIE HUNDLEY: Suffragette play. “Strong and determined both in mind and in tongue.” Work House Ward. “Love thy life nor hate, but what thou livs’t, live well.” Seniors CLAIR LINTON: Spreading the News. Syllabus Staff. “Ideas are like beards; men do not have them until they grow up.” | EDNA MOORE: Suffragette play. Syllabus Staff. “Always as busy as a bee, and a veritable knowledge chaser.” | JOHN NAY: •::: Track, ’13, T4 and Captain ’15. Spreading the News. Vice President Popular Party. Syllabus | Staff. “My only books were Freshman’s looks and folly’s all they taught NELLIE PETTI JOHN: Suffragette Play. “You don’t know Nellie like I do. She’s as quiet and as modest as a mouse.” Seniors LARUE STOUT: President Square Deal Party. Suffragette Play. Syllabus Staff. “The only way to have a friend is to be one.” BERTHA PHEBUS: Secretary ’14. Syllabus Staff. Suffragette play. “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp, else what’s a heaven for.” CHASE L. WALKER: Editor in Chief Syllabus. Football ’15. Spreading the Newrs. “Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast.” MABEL ROBBINS: Treasurer ’14. Syllabus Staff. Spreading the News. “Some people talk and finally stop; but I talk on forever.” Seniors OPAL STEPHENSON: Suffragette play. “Silence is as deep as eternity; speech as shallow as time.” INEZ SWAFFORD: Suffragette play. “How far that little candle throws its beams!” MARJORIE STAHL : Spreading the News. “The eyes are the windows of the soul; but some are curtained.” Class Motto:—Labor Omnia Vincit. Class Flower:— American Beauty. Class Colors:—Lavender and Old Gold 16 The Syllabus irtlllHIlliniHllllllllllllllllllllIHUIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllinHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUlHIIIMIlllllllllfllilllllllllllHIlinillM Greeting Below are listed the students who have withdrawn from this class of ’15 since the date of their entry on September 11, 1911. We are sorry that so great a number were unable to continue their course and receive the benefits which graduation would extend to them. The remaining members of the class extend our greetings to the following: Ruby Anderson—A resident of Indianapolis. Ovid Brandinburg—Now married and living on farm south of Sheridan. Clifford Cody—Lives on father’s farm near Sheridan. Paul Cooper—Also lives at Indianapolis. Eslie Cox—On farm south of this town. Lulu Cox—Has moved to Alabama. Ralph Franklin-Married and settled down as clerk in his home town. Ruth Freeman—At home north of Sheridan. Roy Haskett—Attends Boxley High School. Mary Linton—Married and living at Newcastle, Ind. Audie Mace—A resident of Sheridan. Carl Mace—Farmer on home place. Jesse Mace—At home with his brother. Bonnie Rector—Another resident of Indianapolis. Maurine Smith—Married and living on farm south-west of this town. . _ _ _ Ralph Smith—Working at garage in Sheridan. Cosie Thurman—A resident of Sheridan. Ethel Walker—At home on farm north of this place. Ardra Zenor—On farm near this town. The Syllabus 17 t:iimiiiMiiiuuiiMiuiiMiMiiiiiiiiHuiiiiiiiMHiim|i|iiiiiH|iuti|iiH|||i|iu|Hiiiii||i||mi|iii|||ii|Hin|Himi|H|H|iiH|ii||iimi|i||:uiiii|ii|ii|||uuiiiii||iuiiiii|iii||iiiiiiiui|iii||ii|i|iiiiuiiiiiiiii||i|uiiiii|uiiiii|m|ii|iiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiuuiiiiiiiiiiiii Class Prophecy The hustle and bustle of the great city is dead. Its inhabitants are wrapped in darkness and sleep. The few lights which remain burning on the streets shine dimly through the dark mist and drizzling rain. Even the raindrops, as they trickle through the trees and run quietly down the streets, seem like the very tears of nature. For their enchanted music wraps the entire city in darkness and gloom. One bright beam alone shines through the darkness and gloom. The source of this solitary ray is a large bay window of a portly old mansion which stands well at the end of a long street. The mansion itself is located on a high hill. Therefore it seems to stand guard over the tangled mass below it like a feudal castle overlooking the hovels of the surfs. Each night the lone ray of light shines out over the great unfathomed sea of men like a beacon light over the disturbed waters of a rolling sea. On this particular night if a person were permitted to peep into the aperture from whence the light comes he would indeed be surprised at the scene within. The room is a spacious one. The walls are covered with volume after volume of handsomely bound books. Many beautifully painted portraits of the masters of their art are suspended over the books. In fact everything in the room seems to be modeled especially for this library. The object which most attracts our attention is the bent figure of a seemingly old man sitting at a table near the center of the room. Premature grey locks fall about his brow. His elbows rest upon the table and his chin is buried in his hands. To all appearances his soul is in perfect harmony with the dreary elements of nature. Evidently he is lost in thought about something for he is gazing with wonderment at apparantly nothing on the walls. But no! A closer look will show that his eyes are centered upon an oblong frame filled with many small pictures. But what has this to do with his peculiar mood? All at once he seems to awaken from his dream. He takes from the desk a small calendar and holds it close to his dim eyes. It is May, 1946. The old man fairly stares with surprise. “Thirty-one years,” he mutters, “can it be possible?” Presently he arises and with an elastic step passes to the large shelf of books. For several moments he carefully sorts through them. Finally his face lights up with a smile as the object of his search is drawn from the heap. He passes to the table and lays before him a small odd shaped pamphlet. As he turns the pages his face is now and then lighted up with a smile. Another page and the smile is changed to a slight shake of his grey locks which seem to say, “Time has been a great teacher.” Again he turns a page; this time his fist is brought down upon the table with a hearty laugh. A few more pages and his fists are clenched, his 18 The Syllabus ........................................................... teeth are set and he chuckles to himself: “Ah, that was the only game.” He again lays the book upon the table. This time the light falls full upon the title. It is the “Syllabus.” The next night and for many nights after the light did not appear in the large window. Nobody knew what had become of it. When it did appear again the old man once more might be seen sitting near it telling a story to his friends: “You see boys,” said he, “it was last spring sometime about the first of May that I decided to retire from politics and at last realize my chief and long fostered desire, a trip around the world. I had been rather successful in my vocation and had gained a considerable amount of fame. And as the saying is, “Laid up a nest egg for a rainy day,” in the meantime. Now that my fame was established and my fortune secure I became affected with that incurable disease the wanderlust. So I told my wife that we would now try and get a little enjoyment out of life before the eternal knell should summon us to check our baggage across the fatal Jordan. Therefore our plans were made and we set out upon our journey little realizing at the time the surprise which it had in store for us. The first stage of our trip was a transcontinental tour of the United States from New York to San Francisco. Our first stop was at Niagara Falls. When we reached the Falls everyone was in a high state of excitement. I asked someone what all the excitement was about and he cited me to a large poster which said, “Marcus De Wolf, the human dare devil will actually leap the falls in a barrel at 3:00 o’clock. As it was almost time for the performance I decided to hang around a few minutes and get my money’s worth. Just then everyone began to clap their hands and cheer. I looked up and saw the great hero approaching. He had a wild look and an ungainly figure. I began to think that if there was anyone on the globe that could do such a stunt this fellow surely could. While I was standing there trying to decide what nationality he belonged to he happened to look in my direction and upon my word if it wasn’t my old schoolmate, Cupid Butcher. That night we went to Buffalo and as we were taking dinner at a cafe I was suddenly attracted by a voice which sounded familiar. I looked around and recognized another of my old friends, John Nay. I introduced myself and in the course of the conversation that followed I found out that he was still a silver-tongue and was going to deliver an address on the following day on the subject of “Air Castles and Work Houses.” It was impossible for us to hear his address as we had to leave that night for Chicago. A fellow sure does see sights in the large cities sometimes that makes him wonder if the statement isn’t about true that one-half of the world doesn’t know how the other half lives. As we were walking along a street in Chicago we heard a fellow hollowing at the top of his voice. The Syllabus 19 idiiiliiiuiiiiiiiiiniiiliiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiniiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiM •‘fish! fish! fresh fish!” I looked in the direction from whence the voice came and saw a little old dried up man pushing a cart loaded with fish. He was a miserably mangled piece of humanity. He had lost one eye some way or another, was humped back, crippled and disfigured, but had a voice like a fog horn. My wife felt sorry for him and begged me to give him a dime. As I tossed the coin to him he turned his cocked eye up in the act of saying, thank ye, when he grinned a little and said, “Well I’ll be dog gone if it isn’t Long. I looked him over and discovered another of my long lost friends, Clair Linton. Of course he had a hard luck story to tell me and before I could get away he promised to bring his wife and children and stay a week or so with me. Well this was a great surprise to me, I’ll admit. But by this time I was getting rather accustomed to such things and felt as if I was prepared to meet almost anything. As we were passing along State street we came to a great throng of people who had blockaded traffic and seemed to be taking possession of the city in general. I tried to find out what all the excitement was about but all I could do was to find out that it was a suffragette meeting of some sort. Being interested in politics I edged my way through the crowd until I was within a few feet of the speaker. There I recognized Mabel Robbins and Edna Moore as leaders of the faction. Mabel was standing on a barrel gesturing right and left and talking like a mechanical parrot. Edna was standing beside her holding a large banner with the words, “Robbins for Senator'’ on it. Of course they didn’t know me so I thought I would stand there until the meeting was out and then introduce myself. W’eli I stood it all right for two or three hours and then I gave it up as a hopeless job and left without even getting to speak to them. Well, sir, do you know that everywhere I went on that trip I found someone I knew. So to make a long story short I’ll just tell you of the discoveries I made which concerns our old class of ’15. Justin Irick is located in a central Indiana town. He has lately discovered a process of compressing sawdust into boards. He declares that it is a perfect success and expects to erect a factory and become a millionaire and all without any manual labor; just think of it! Frank Cline is a wielder of the birch in a lonely little country school house in Missouri. He says it is a very difficult task for him to make the little tots understand how they will sometime grow up and be a great man like himself. Shortly after graduation Inez Swafford and Verlie Hundley joined the Salvation Army. They have accomplished some very effective reforms by playing tambourines at the head of torch-light processions. Maud Eudaley has developed into a notable singer. She travels from city to city singing in moving picture shows at night and teaching vocal lessons through the day. It was a great surprise to me to hear that 20 The Syllabus ...................................................................mil.mi she is an old maid. However, she has not lost hope and at her ripe old age has become infatuated with a Polish musician and expects to make a trip abroad next spring. LaRue Stout is editor of a prominent western newspaper. He is a great advocate of Socialism and Women’s Rights. He attributes his success to the training he received while a staff member of the Syllabus. While in Los Angles we attended the 1946 Follies at one of the large theatres. You can imagine my surprise when I found Dorley Melsor at the ticket window. The manager of the house informed me that she was a star at that position due to her knack of snapping her chewing gum and attracting the attention of the passersby. Chase Walker is a bug philosopher. At present he is in the jungles of South America making an extensive study of bird and insect life. During his leisure time he is accumulating data for a new dictionary. He has called this new work “Walker’s Simplified Definer.” At least one member of the old class has carved his name on the wall of fame. Marvin Barker majored in History of Indiana University and is now head of the History Department at Boxley High School. Every person has a talent if they will only develop it. Marjory Stahl has certainly struck the highway to success. She is a great theatrical star of London. At present she is playing the part of Portia in “The Merchant of Venice.” It doesn’t seem possible that she was ever a conspicuous character as Cindy in “Kentucky Belle,” does it? Shortly after graduation Ethel Stahl and Verna Thompson went to India as Foreign Missionaries. They are now making a tour of the United States giving stereopticon lectures on “Life Among the Natives of that Dark Continent.” Fern Harris is running a beauty shop in Paris. As a side line she is representing a hair restorer. She poses as a living example of the possibilities of that wonderful tonic. Bertha Phebus and Opal Stephenson say there is nothing so valuable as a practical education. Immediately after graduation they began to apply their art of Domestic Science which they received in High School. They both married farmers out by Big Springs. The last time I was in Big Springs they were having a big law suit. Mr. Teter was attorney for the state. From what little I was able to hear of the case it seems as though some of Opal’s chickens had chicken-like, crossed the road and torn up Bertha's garden. And naturally enough Bertha, woman-like, had wrung their necks. Being unable to settle the thing by arbitration, they had taken it to court. The Syllabus 21 ............................................................. Nellie Pettijohn is head hash slinger in a Busy Bee restaurant at Indianapolis. Oh, yes! and Vern Deer. Do you know that in all of my travels I had heard nothing of Vern. Well, a few days ago I happened to be passing through Frankfort. When the train pulled in at the station the trainmen unloaded the blind baggage. And who should the extra passenger be but my old friend and disappointed office seeker, Vern Deer. He asked me if I wouldn’t pay his car fare out to Kirklin. He said that it was absolutely necessary that he get there because he had a date with a preacher’s daughter. —Charles H. Long, ’15. The Class of '16 First Row Left to Right—Ernel Gregory, LaMar Oberlie, Clara M. Hughett, Ruth Walker, Elf-leda Emery, Lois Fristce, Vera Palmer, Mary Boone, Cleo Ogle, Leona Butcher, Letha Dean, Euler Suton, Lawrence Baker. Second Row Left to Right—Glenn Stephenson, Meveril Thistlethwaite, Hershel Allen, Laura Mae Kercheval, George Rawlings, Maxwell Branson, Wayne Godby, Frank McConnell, Porter Brandenburg. The Class of ’17 First Row Left to Right—Lowell Evans, Anna Allison, Marie Robbins, Lena Inman, Dorthea Applegate, Doloris Lanham, Effie Rader, Nellie Burton, Lee Bannon, Paul Barker. Second Row Left to Right—George Ford, Rush Burgess, Lester Boatman, Lowell Spencer, Edith Johnson, Mildred Owen, Ovid Weaver, Walter Northam, Jesse Holmes, Evan Haines, Carl Klein, Orin Laughlin. The Class of ’18 9 B Class—Hazel Blessing, Leo Elliott, Chester Hays, Berniece Inman, Elizabeth Lovell, Edith McMurtry, Mary Melson, Willis Singleton, Warren Stephenson, Maurice Thistlethwaite, Irene Wilwerth. 9 A Class—Lester Bailey, Virgil Bailey, Doris Baker, Chester Ballard, Hobart Boone, Lela Burton, Mary Byrkett, Edna Clampitt, Albert Clark, Noel Davis, Paul Dillon, Lester Fouch, Mike Henderson, Lowell Hinshaw, Lawrence Hoffman, Earl Hundley, Harold Kercheval, Keith Knapp, Lula Laughlin, Clyde Linton, Evangie Mendenhall, Ina Miller, Wilmer Ogle, Joe Parr, Louise Pettijohn, Joyce Pickett, Everitt Pogue, Alma Ponsler, Lottie Rains, Paul Richardson, Bess Robbins, Walter Stafford, Orval Stephenson, Milfred Stowers, Cleon Sutton, Byron Van Buskirk, Ivalu Vickery, Herman Vogg, India Walker, Rena Walker, Francis Wellman, Ernie Wilson. 10 B Class—Chester Blanchard, Ruth Deakyne, Paul Eudaley, John Foster, Mary Bell Hinshaw, Marjorie McCarty, Cecil Payne, Paul Scott, Russel Williams. I 28 The Syllabus iidiHmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMim The Prize Christmas Card “Yes, the eighth grade pupils of all the schools in this town will complete. Jolly idea, isn’t it?” “Why what is the matter, Jeanette? Didn’t you see that notice on the bulletin-board in the corridor?” “No, Jack, I guess the thought of our Algebra exam tomorrow has queered me a bit. My head seems sort of wooden today, and I’ve visions of failing, for you know, Mathematics is my weak point.” The boy and girl were walking home together. Jack Dawson, as usual, carried Jeanette Blake’s books with his own. “Do tell me about this competition, truly I can’t wait until tomorrow morning!'’ “No wonder you haven’t the knack for Mathematics. It all runs to Ait with you. No one else in our grade can touch you at all in that line. Well, it said on the bulletin-board that all the Home and School Associations in Dorchester had united in offering a prize to all eighth grade pupils for the best Xmas card design. The idea may be sacred, or otherwise—anything appropriate to the season, but it must be wholly original. It must be submitted by November the fifth and joint committee of teachers and parents will act as judges. The prize is ten dollars and the sketches are all to be colored. Now, I guess I’ve given you every detail, Jeanette.” His companion drew a long breath: “What nice presents I could give with that money, if I won it!” “Of course you’ll get that prize!” he said. “You’ll try to, won’t you?” “No, I guess not. If it were a pen and ink sketch now, there might be some hope. But in the color line, you see, I'm pretty hopeless. But for you it’s clear sailing. Just go right in and win! Here are your books. I’m off for a game of football.” Jeanette went slowly up stairs. For a moment the hideous nightmare of the Algebra exam had ceased to haunt her. A dawning vision of success threw its rose-colored light about her pathway. Though not conceited, she could not help realizing that her ability was unusual. She came indeed, of a family of artists. Her father, it is true, was only a designer of wall papers, but his eldest brother, who had died twenty years before, would probably, had he lived, have become a noted painter. The walls of the Blake home were covered with Uncle Don’s pictures, and the children had been brought up to revere his memory. One The Syllabus 2!) .................................. of Jeanette’s most cherished possessions was an old portfolio of sketches of this uncle. Many of them were mere rough outlines, some in pencil and others in water colors. She seldom showed them to anyone, but occasionally she took the collection out and looked them over. Jeanette sat down to get ready for the dreaded algebra exam, still pondering the question of the composition. It seemed more than unusually difficult to her brain to work out Mathematical problems. She thought if would be extremely hard to originate a new design when the market was so flooded with Xmas cards of every description now. If she could once get a suggestion she was sure that her ability was sufficient to enable her to elaborate it with something attractive. At last she laid down her Algebra with a sigh and yielding to a sudden impulse, went to the drawer and took out Uncle Don’s portfolio. She looked them carefully over. One she had not particularly noticed before now held her spell-bound. It was roughly done in water-color and yet there seemed to be much feeling expressed in the figures, Jeanette thought. In one corner was faintly written this inscription, “A design for Xmas card, 1889—“The First Xmas Tree.” She was sure that she had never before read those half-blurred penciled words. The year oi Uncle Don’s Death. It was improbable that this sketch had ever been worked up or used in any way at all. Against a glowing sunset sky was outlined sharply a single pine tree. At its foot was resting a man and woman. Upon the mother’s breast a baby lay. Near at hand stood a horse drooping with fatigue, as if wearied by a long journey. As she gazed at the glowing lights her heart almost quit beating. A sudden fierce temptation assailed her. Here was the very suggestion she so much needed. No one could possibly know if she availed herself of it. Few of her friends had ever examined the old yellow sketches, and, probably not a single member of her own family had read the indistinct inscription. In a sense, too, she asked herself did not the idea really belong to her, and had she not a perfect right to use it? As she pondered over the matter, it seemed as if there were a legacy which Uncle Don had bequeathed her with a portion of his talent, which she had evidently inherited. This thought of his could never be utilized by anyone else. He had died too soon to develop it himself. Then, why should she not do so? Almost immediately, she began, with great enthusiasm, to elaborate Uncle Don's idea. Her first draft of the sketch was a picture about eighteen inches square, and she then made a smaller copy, suitable in size for a Xmas card. Her finished picture certainly showed great talent and the lights in it were wonderful. Around the head of the sleeping child there showed a halo, whose rays shot up in the dark branches of the pine 30 The Syllabus iiiimtiiiiiniuiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiitiiniiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiuiuiiituuuiiiiiiiiiiM tree, and contracted with the other lights of the beautiful sunset sky. The faces of the mother and child were strongly illuminated with these lights and they were very beautiful, while the figure of Joseph was left in the shadow. Jeanette was really surprised at her own success and the little picture grew under her hand. Never before, she knew, had she done work half so good. About forty pupils of all the grammar schools were competing and there was much excitement in every eighth grade. At length the day came when the sketches were to be judged. Five ladies, representing the Home and School Association, and four teachers, including Mr. Preston, the Superintendent of schools, entered and removed the veils. It did not take them long to come to a unanimous decision. Before an hour passed, Mr. Preston mounted the platform of the large auditorium where all were assembled, waiting for this verdict. “I have the pleasure of announcing,” he said “that our committee is unanimous in deciding that the prize belongs to the sketch produced by Miss Jeanette Blake of Melton Avenue Grammar School. Her picture is remarkable for the beauty of its colors, its correct lines, and is called “The First Xmas Tree.” Will Miss Blake please come forward and receive her reward.” Then Jeanette did something which gave every one present a thrill of surprise. With burning cheeks and beating heart she mounted the platform and stood by Mr. Preston’s side. But she did not reach out her hand for the little purse which contained the ten dollar gold piece. Instead she lifted for his inspection a scrap of yellow paper and said. “Mr. Preston, I cannot take the prize, for I fear it doesn’t rightly belong to me. Ever since I began work on that picture I’ve been stifling my conscience and trying to quiet its scruples. Part of the time, I truly felt that what I was doing was right. Today I can’t believe that the arguments I’ve been using are sufficient. So please give the money to the pupil whose work you think is next best to mine. This paper has given me the suggestion for my sketch. So the idea was not wholly an original one. I found it in an old portfolio of sketches done by my uncle Don, who died twenty years ago. It is exactly what I wanted and I couldn’t resist the temptation to appropriate it. Then I was almost sure to make myself believe I had a perfect right to do so. The idea just as much belonged to me as if it had been evolved in my own brain. You see he died long ago and his thoughts had never developed.” Here she choked, and her voice almost gave out, but she went bravely on. The Syllabus 31 ...................... mi....nil....................... mini....iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihiiiiiii.inn.inn...innuniniinnnni....mini...mini....... “Now I understand that I’ve been guilty of doing a mean dishonorable thing. I wish you would tear my picture up and forget all about it!” With the closing words she broke into sobs and ran swiftly from the room. Mr. Preston examined the sketch and passed it around to each one of the committee. They silently inspected it. Every one was in a solemn mood. None of the scholars whispered. Jack Dawson and Sarah Clark had stolen away to comfort poor Jeanette. Suddenly Mrs. Thompson, president of the committee rose eagerly. “I don’t know how the rest of the committee feels but I suppose we should, strictly speaking, enter into secret session to decide about this matter. But my opinion is that Jeanette Blake is a brave girl and we should give her the prize as we intended to do. This is a rough sketch and I’m sure very few proficient artists could have finished it up in as pleasing and worthy a picture as this one is. The mistake she made was in not coming directly to us at first and asking if she might not use the old sketch as an inspiration. Had she done so I’m sure every one on the committee would have willingly consented. The mistake she has far more atoned for by her heroic and humble confession according to my way of thinking. Hence I give my vote to her as being worthy of the prize. What do all of you think about it?” With one accord the other members of the committee exclaimed, “We agree with you entirely.” A burst of applause and a volley of cheers broke from the audience and all the pupils seemed eager to express their opinions on it and to agree with the committee. And so the prize Xmas Card was Jeanette Blake’s after all. —Lela Burton, ’18. 32 The Syllabus iiiiiuitiiiiiiiiiMiiii.iiiiiiiiiiinwiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuMitiuiiuiiiiiimiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiw Class Poem “GOOD-BYE SHERIDAN.” The dear old Class of ’15 Is sailing away from the shore; Take your last look, dear childien, For they will be seen no more. They depart from Sheridan H. S. As the beaver from his dam, Riding the waves of the ocean, Never to return again. Why do they look so heart-broken? Why do they look so sad? Their foot-prints are placed in histoiy Why shouldn’t they be glad? Their ship may be tossed by the tempest, The sails may be blown from the mast, Yet they must cling to the oars of the life-boat, And pull them steady and fast. You can’t give up the ship, sailors; As long as there’s life, there’s hope. Keep on the upper deck, Seniors, And hand some one else the rope. Come back again to the scene on the wharf, After their word of warning, And our last fond words of departure Will be as the sun to the morning. The tears of sorrow must scatter, Shed tears of joy in their stead. Let the sun-beams dry up their sources, As the dew in the prim-rose bed. Ilats are tossed high by the breezes, Waving a last farewell; But the Freshman who waved the longest I dare not here to tell. They drift away, farther and farther, As the waves of life roll on; Now, ’tis but a speck in the distance; We see it no more; it is gone. —Edna Move, ’15. The Syllabus 33 .. luiuiiiiMiMMWMM............................................... The Mystery of Winding Cave Detectives and policemen had searched the town and the surrounding country thoroughly, but the child could not be found. Since all efforts were spent in vain, her parents had given up all hopes. It had been three weeks since her disappearance from the village. She was last seen playing in a sand-pile near her home, one Sunday evening about sun-set. 1 his story took place in and near a small town in the limestone dis-trict of Kentucky. There were many caves near this part of the country; the largest one being “Winding Cave.” No one had ever been through it, and for this reason it was spoken of in a whisper, as if the unknown passages in it were haunted. It was one September morning that I started to the woods; the fog hung heavy over the tree-tops like the mists of Edinburg; the damp atmosphere had dropped a dead silence over nature; and I felt, as I entered the forest, as if I had plunged into the deepest of it. A flock of black-birds fluttered past me, and a chip-munk hopped up on an old snag and barked very impudently at me. Everything else was quiet. I had come here for the purpose of finding some moths and butterflies for my biological study; for some reason or other Biology never entered my mind. I thought only of the creeping silence that invaded and enwrapt my surroundings. I was not far from the mysterious cave that I have spoken of before; and the thought of it’s proximity made me shudder. Nevertheless I managed to keep away from it at a distance of a few rods. At the slightest noise I would stop and investigate the origin; whether it was the cry of a panther or the breaking of twigs. T his curosity mingled with fear now gave vent for greater fright. Was that the laughter of a child or was it my fancy? I was really closer to the winding Cave than I had thought. I stepped behind a tree as I saw a man resembling a savage, step from the opening into the forest. He was clad in skins and held a long club in his hand. He gathered a few branches and short sticks then returned into the cave. Again I heard the laughter. I was chilled to the marrow of my bones by the cold air, so I slipped back into the path and left the forest and caves alone with their mysteries. After I had reached the village I related my story of the stranger who came from the Cave and told about the child’s laugh. The whole town was in arms and ready to make a raid on the inhabitants of Winding Cave. It took us but a short time to reach the woods. Before entering the Cave torches were lighted and guns were loaded. We passed through many rooms, climbing, crawling, and creeping 34 The Syllabus oiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiuiiiiiiiiiiim thi'ough small openings, until at last we heard voices near us. At sight of our flickering torches they gave screams and shrieks but they showed no signs of violence. In this apartment there were four people, seated around a fire in the center; and to our great surprise the child, that had long been searched for, was in their midst. Recognizing her father she rushed for him and told him her story. She had wandered away from home and was found by this man, Abeh’eed, as she called him. She was taken to his home in Winding Cave and there had lived in true savage style. The child was taken to her home and the inhabitants of the Cave were left unharmed. The Winding Cave of Kentucky no longer has its ghosts but has become a place for tourists to view. Abelreed was, for a long time, the guide of the Cave. Many odd relics were found in the nooks and corners, such as an Indiana Wampum, and two scalps tied together with beads; and a box of gold was uncovered marked by the initials D. B. —E(hia Moore, '15 The Cave Men John Hendricks Barclay known as Jack, and Wm. Jennings Brown, known as Billy or Brownie, were playing tag among the rocks back of their village in Brown county, Indiana, when Billy in dodging Jack seemed all at once to slip into the ground Jack lost his balance and rolled down the hill but immediately recovered himself and started back up in search of Billy. When he came back to the place where they were playing, Billy was no where to be seen but finally Jack found a small hole in the soft ground behind a large rock where he thought he had last seen Billy. He called Billy's name but he received no response. Thinking Brownie had been rendered unconscious by the fall he commenced to think of a plan to rescue him. After all sorts of schemes had run through his head he decided on this one: He would get a long hay-rope which he knew was in the barn and a lantern, with some matches. He would tie an end around the large rock at the hole in the ground and would by means of this lower himself and the lantern into the hole. Having decided on this it took him but a few moments to gather his equipment. He then proceeded slowly down into the hole. After, as he judged, he had descended thirty feet his feet struck the ground again. Looking around him by means of the lantern light he could see nothing of Billy but he noticed a subterranean stairway. The Syllabus 35 ............. 1. 1.....................................limn.. Jack called down the stairway and was overjoyed to receive a feeble response. He immdiately started down it carrying the rope and lantern. Jack descended about twenty steps and came to a great underground room. At the foot of the stairs lay Billy who was just coming back to consciousness. Jack helped Billy up and when he did this he saw the most horrible sight he had ever seen, for there under Billy’s body was a diminutive skeleton, bleached white and with the eye-ball sockets so glaring and lifelike in the lantern light that Jack screamed and would have run if it hadn’t been for leaving Billy in there with that horrible creature. But just then a thought came to Jack’s mind which drove away his fears. He revived Billy with some water trinkling down the wall and then told him his thought which was this: Just the day before they had been pouring over the Scientific Review and had seen where the Smithsonian Institute at Washington had offered five hundred dollars each for skeletons of pre-historic cave-men and Jack was sure that the skeleton which he had seen was that of a cave man, for he had never seen such a form before, with arms nearly as long as the legs and a flat sloping skull. When he told this to Billy, the injured boy forgot his sore head and immediately began to name things they would get with the money, but Jack, who was more practical, commenced to search for other skeletons for he reasoned if there was one there would be others and sure enough this was the case, for he discovered two others. These were all the skeletons in the cave but they found some tools and other relics. Satisfied with their search, they commenced their journey back to the day light and the top of the ground. They ascended without much difficulty taking some of the smaller relics with them. When they got on the ground again they ran to the village to tell the news. They told the principal of the High School who returned with them to the Cave and confirmed their hopes for he said the skeletons were perfect types of the cave-dwellers. They telegraphed to Washington, to the Institue about their discovery and received a reply that one of the scientists would be there the next day to examine the skeletons. When the scientist saw the skeletons he offered fifteen hundred dolllars for them and the relics which offer the boys promptly accepted. The scientist then told them the story about the cave-dwellers and how they lived but the boys were more interested in the fifteen hundred dollars just then than anything else. —Frank McConnell, ’16. 36 The Syllabus ............................in........................ Virginia's Part in the Football Game It was the last game of the season. This game was to decide the State Championship; every college student’s enthusiasm was aroused to the highest degree. A great number of rooters came out to the game and they were yelling incessantly and the teams looked at their faithful standbys with confidence of victory in their eyes. Suddenly a whistle blew. The “Old Golds and Blacks” and the “Purples and Whites” prepared for a hard battle. The yelling ceased on either side and every one looked and hoped in breathless suspense. Virginia Hutton was sitting close to the side lines with her “Gold and Black” ribbons fluttering in the breeze and a look of confidence lying in her big black eyes as she watched the skill of the Golden Boys. Ten minutes had elapsed and the Purples were about to make a touch-down, Virginia leaned forward, her face pale, lips parted. She had her eyes fixed on Don. She could see that Don was getting nervous. A great applause arose from the Purples. A touch-down first thing. An expression of pain came over Don’s face. Virginia sank back with a groan. Don saw her and when she saw his gaze upon her, she smiled and shouted that the best was coming. Don nodded his head gloomily as if he did not believe her. The Captain kicked goal now; that added one point to the touchdown. Both teams were more anxious to win now. Rooters on all sides were yelling and encouraging their men the best they could. Virginia leaned forward waving her cap and colors, and yelling until her throat was parched. Another touch-down. O such agony! What was going to happen next against the Golds? Was there going to be any “best” coming after all? All these thoughts rushed through Virginia’s confused brain. Yet she leaned forward and smiled to Don who looked as if he could never hold out. He had been so confident; almost too confident. Now was another chance for the Purples to kick; but the ball, instead of spinning gracefully through the air, swerved aside. This made the Golds pick up a little more courage. The last chance had come for the Golds to “show their colors” before the first half was finished. The boys fought hard and long. Both teams seemed more desperate than before. Every one held their breath and seemed uncertain which side was going to win. The Purples were about to get the best of the Golds again when clear and shrill upon the quiet air came a whistle. The end of the first half was finished. The Syllabus 37 .rtpiiiiMniiiiiiiiiiiHHiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiuiiuiiiiifiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiininiiiM The boys, hot and tired seemed never so relieved, as at that moment when the signal blew. The Golds rahed hard, their voices were light, but their hearts were heavy. Don happened to be standing near Virginia encouraging and making plans with a few fellows. Virginia leaned forward and placed a timid and trembling hand on his shoulder, and in a faltering voice said: “Captain, let’s beat them this time. Just think what we can accomplish in this second half. All we need is courage now. It is stored away too carefully. We must make use of it. You fellows are capable of winning this game. My confidence lies in you.” Don turned around and eyed Virginia sharply. Her little bit of encouragement made him desperate to begin and fight for victory or death right away. She put new hope in him; and she had all her confidence in him. He must not desert her. “Thank you Jenny. I’ll remember what you said. You’ve put new life in me. There goes the signal. Good-bye. Thank you.” Don ran over to his boys with a new spirit and new determination. “I’ll win this game or eat my hat,” he exclaimed to himself. Nothing was accomplished by the goal kick to start the game. Every thing looked so blue to the Golds, but they struggled hard to be cheerful. The Golds finally were gradually gaining on the Purples. Oh! how different did the Golds feel and act now. It seemed like no time at all until a touch-down was won by the Golds. Don carefully placed the ball on position to kick goal. When he kicked it, it rose gracefully and swung over the goal. Such joy could not be expressed as that, w’hich now lay in the hearts of the Golds. The boys played harder; each team was more determined to win over the other. For a time the Purples were gaining ground; the Gold rooters began to yelling and encouraging the boys. The teams were playing close to the Gold’s side lines and everything was in an uproar. Virginia shouted to the boys: “Don’t let them get the best of you. Work hard and don’t lose courage. We’re all for you. Don’t forget.” Don heard her shrill voice, and he encouraged the boys on. Gradually the Purples gained upon the Golds. Slowly did they gain. Suddenly Don saw a chance for a trick play. The ball was slyly passed to Don, so quickly that the Purples did not know where the ball 38 The Syllabus • iiiiiiihiii.liiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim.mi...................................................................................................... was. Don gave a joyous jump and flew toward the goal. Some Purples tried to hold him, but he was too quick for them. He gave a jerk and sent them sprawling angrily on the ground. All the Golds were on their feet waving their colors and hats and shouting, and the girls were jumping up and down. Don kicked another successful goal. The Golds felt they could not yell loud enough. The game continued but nothing was gained. Both teams fought hard. At last the signal blew and the game was finished, score standing 14 to 13 in favor of the Golds. People complimented Don for his skill and courage, but he only shook his head and exclaimed: “It wasn’t me who did it.” After considerable searching Don found Virginia. He took her back to the girl’s doi'mitory in his “red racer.” He assisted her up the steps and at the door he turned to her and, placing his hands upon her shouldei’s exclaimed: “Jenny, I thank you for encouraging me. You were the cause of us winning this game, just this little bit. You deserve the honor as much as I do, if not moi-e. Say Jenny! I wish all girls were like you. I’m proud of you.” Virginia started to open the door as she hastily answered in surprise : . “Why Don! how can you? You did it. I never did anything at all but yell for you. I only tried my best to hold up a spirit a college gii'l should have. Good-bye, I must be getting ready for dinner.” “Thank you again Jenny! But I’ll be ’round after you to go to the ball tonight at fifteen minutes until eight. That will give us plenty of time to get thei'e. Good-bye. I don’t care what you say you had a big part in helping to gain today’s victory. —Olive White, ’18. The Syllabus 39 illttltllllltlllllHIIMIIIIIIHIIHHIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINIIIIIIIH Betty’s Economy Each train, that came lumbering in brought new pupils for the opening School term. There was a general rush and push for the book store; then the hunt for board and rooms; arrangments were made with the professors for this or that course, and there was “hurry” and “skur-ry” there in the little town of Coomsville. On the last train, that came in the afternoon before the opening day, there was a young girl of eighteen, she was dressed in a plain brown suit of serge, and on her bunch of yellow curls there rested a black sailor. Her large, brown dreamy eyes showed signs of fatigue as she sauntered from the platform. Quickening her pace, she walked rapidly toward the central part of town. It was growing dark and plans for lodging must be arranged before the next day. It was very difficult for her to find board and room that was in accordance with her pocket-book. At last she succeeded in her search, at the home of an elderly lady who lived near the campus. The next day would be the bursting of the nut-shell from around her independent career. Nevertheless the first day made her several friends. After school hours instead of accepting an invitation to a soda fountain, she prepared her lessons for the following day. Step by step she gained her way to the top of the class. The more frivolous girls wondered what it was that spurred Betty’s ambition on. What could be back of all this? Eetty had her plans set and they must be carried out. She was continually thinking of her two small sisters and her mother, waiting until Betty could secure an education sufficient to teach school; then would come the happiest days of their lives. She must “stick ’ to it no matter what obstacle fell across her path. She had borrowed the money that she was now spending for her education; she must repay it. One evening in October as the sun was drawing the curtains across his face and Betty was sitting alone in her room, the door-bell rang vigorously. Opening the door she recognized two of her class-mates. They had come, they exclaimed, to invite her to join their sorority. She would have the privilege of living with them and life would not be so monotonous ; they could go to a dance or a theater every evening and they promised this or that if only she would join them. After a prolonged explanation she told them how poor she was and that she had no extra money to do all this. No more words were exchanged and the girls left. 40 The Syllabus ....................... linn:.mill.......mu,.................................. The next morning’s mail left a note at her door which read: “Your story of poverty has certainly struck a tender spot in the hearts of our girls. We have decided to take you in with us, free of charge. We need your character in our midst. Please accept this invitation.” Yours— This was such a temptation that Betty could not refuse. That afternoon she changed her room for one in the sorority house. She took part in all the social functions from that time; and everyone of the girls admired her for her “spunk,” as they termed it. Everyone noticed the change that this noble character had affected in her sorority. A “Code of Rules” was made in honor of Betty, that placed restrictions upon college dress and disbursements; such as, I. No one shall wear a sleeveless dress. Why? Because Betty didn’t. II. One silk dress and only one may be purchased each term. III. Only twenty-live cents per week is allowed to be spent by a single girl for mere luxury or pleasure. Betty spent only one year at this college but her methods and mode of living spent many. —Edna Moore, T5. Uncle Silas Sees His First Basket Ball Game One cold February night Uncle Silas Lookwell rushed wildly in the front door of his counti'y home which was very strange for a man of his age and personality. “Wal Miranda! that was some game, I ’low! Why I never seed the like in all me born days, for them Pekin and Salisberry fellers just fought like wild dogs.” “Is that so” she said removing her glasses, “Well I don’t suppose I should have been interested or made such a fool of myself as to go there Si!” “But it was just great though!” he continued. “Just let me tell you about it. Wal to go to the first of the story, when I entered that school house up there I was cordially invited to haul out fifteen cents. Wal after I had scraped my pennies together, the man said to go down to the gin and I wondered what kind of a cotton manufacturing place they had down there. I ’lowed it was part of the process, so determined if I had to go through it, I would to see that game.” The Syllabus 41 ........................ “I asked him where they kept that thing and he said foller them boys goin' yander! Wal we went down two flights of stairs and went into a room where there was some folks just hollering bloody murder. I ’lowed some poor guy was gettin’ his everlasting in that old gin but when I went over there I couldn’t find out what the trouble was.” “About that time a young feller ran across the room and hollered •give ’em the ax’ so I supposed some one was goin’ to be slaughtered. But instead of that a bunch of tigers with human faces came running out headed by a band! A real Band! They had two balls and I guess they all didn’t like each other cause they separated off into two bunches and each side began to try to sling a ball through a round tin thing on the wall.” “That feller next to me said: ‘Watch that Pekin feller make baskets’ Wal I’ll swan if he made any I never seed 'em.” “About that time these human faced tigers all came up in a ring and a man said which do you want and he said heads. I thought I’d like to know whose he was a goin’ to take but when I stepped up there a man threw a coin up so I ’lowed they was goin’ to have a little gambling on the subject. But one of them fellers picked up a ball and said he’d take this one cause he could make baskets easier with it. I thought I’d watch him and see how he made ’em out of that ball but he must of had a monoply on ’em cause I never did see ’em.” “Then the fellers strung themselves around the wall and a man threw the ball up between two boys in the middle. One side of the room was ‘givin’ some one the ax’ and the boys were fightin’ over the ball till I nearly went distracted. When my senses returned, the feller next to me said watch that Pekin feller make a fowl. Wal I wonder what kind he would make and this man said ‘Oh he’s some bird’ so I supposed if it wasn’t a peacock it would be a chicken. Wal some one said it was just a hoppin’ so he made it. “Wal then they threw the ball up between these two fellers in the center again and it hit me on the head so hard that I never reclaimed my good mind again till the folks were leavin’ and they said the score was 10 to 2 in favor of Pekin. —Laura Mae Kercheval, ’16. The Deutscher Verein First Row Left to Right—Wilmer Ogle, Ingle Harris, Paul Dillon, Lester Boatman, Orval Stahl, Carl Klein. Second Row Left to Right—Evangie Mendenhall, Maud Eudaley, Miss Hankemeier, Mabel Robbins, Clara M. Hughett. Third Row Left to Right—Louise Pettijohn, Joyce Pickett, Ivalu Vickery, Lela Burton, Mary Byrkett, Laura Mae Kercheval, Lula Laugh-lin. Fourth Row Left to Right—Ruth Walker, Elfleda Emery, Mev-eril, Thistlethwaite, Rena Walker. Athletics of various kinds have been a prominent feature of Sheridan High School life for many years. More and more the fact that it is necessary for a man to have physical as well as mental training while in school is becoming generally recognized. Each season competition in various lines of athletics becomes stronger. The three fold purpose of education, the training of the moral, mental and physical man is recognized among all thinking people. The mind is trained thru close application to books, but it is in athletic contests where the boy learns the lesson of self control, and how to accept defeat with the same grace he would victory. It is in accordance with this principle that all forms of athletics are encouraged among the student body by the patrons and faculty of the S. H. S. For years Sheridan has produced foot ball men of state wide fame. For the past eight years nothing has been done along the line of basketball, but this year that game was revived in the H. S. and a creditable team was developed, and the basket ball career was one which can be looked back on with pride. At present the prospects for a number one track team are very bright. It is also the custom of the S. H. S. to award S’s at the end of each season to the athletes who are most proficient in any certain line of activities. Those awarded at the close of the 1914-15 football season have not been made public yet but basket ball season are as follows: McConnell, Nay, Rawlings, Long, Jessup, Williams, Parr, Burgess. 4 46 The Syllabus .illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllHIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIllllllllllllHIIIIHIIinilllllllllllllUIIIIIIIW Foot Ball Foot ball has always been the chief sport in the High School. The season of 1914 was a success not only from the standpoint of victories but financially as well. At the beginning of the season Coach Loop faced a hard schedule with only two old men and a lot of green material. However the squad practiced faithfully and rapidly rounded into shape. (Al-tho the team got a bad start it was not at all discouraged but showed the true Sheridan fighting spirit, and was soon on its feet.) The team finally chosen consisted of Rawlings, (Captain) L. T.; Eudaley, L. E.; Hundley, L. G.; Walker, C.; Ballard, R. G.; Long, R. T.; Gregory, R. E.; •Jessup, Q. B.; Butcher, F. B.; Rut Williams, R. H..; Scott, L. H. Prospects for a 1915 winning team are very bright as only four men, Walker, Long, Deer and Butcher will be lost through graduation. With all this old material, Capt. Rawlings is preparing to make the 1915 football season the best one in the history of the school. Greenfield Opens Season. A game with Greenfield on Oct. 3 at Greenfield, set the ball rolling. Little real football was played and rough tactics were resorted to by both teams. Rawlings made most of our points and Scotty also put up a good fight. The final reckoning was 19 to 12 in our opponents’ favor. A Question of “Hoiv Many” Goldsmith came next for an awful “cleaning’’ on Oct. 10, at Compton’s Park. The game was merely a signal practice after the first few minutes. Williams starred in long end runs, and Butcher in bucking his opponent’s line. The final score was 88 to 0. When Dreams Come True. In the third engagement of the season we gave our old rival, Brownsburg, the most decisive beating ever administered them by a Sheridan team, defeating them by a score of 27 to 0. Rawlings and Long were Sheridan stars. This was the best home game of the season and the victory was celebrated by a “frolic” in the Gym. Another “Goat” Captured. Worthington came here on Nov. 14 for the fourth game of the season and Sheridan enjoyed for the first time in its history, a victory over that school, beating them 68 to 0. Captain Rawlings showed his kicking ability by booting the ball over the bar from placement on the forty yard line. Jessup also came in for a large share of our 68 credits, and Eudaley and Ballard each played a hard game. The Syllabus 47 (HmiiiiiiiuuuuiUHaiiiiuiuiiiiiiiHHiuiiaiUHiiiiiuuiuiiiitiiiuiiiiiuiuiiiiuiiiiuuiuuiuuiwHiiiiwuuiuoiuiuiMuiuuiiuuiuuiuiiiiiiiuuiiiniuiiiuiuuiuuiiiiiiiiiiuiiUiiiiiiaiuuiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiuuiuiuiiiiiiMUiiiiiiuiiiuiiiiiiiiinia A tragedy in Four Quarters. In a game at Kirklin on November 21 we were defeated by the score of 20 to 6. The fellows had bad luck from the start and all three of Kirklin’s touchdowns were made on fumbles by Sheridan men, although Walker at center, played one of the best games of his career. “Teams may win and teams may lose, but ouFs win on forever.” The season closed by a trip to Mulberry, Nov. 28, where we defeated the Weidner Academy eleven in the hardest game of the season by the score of 7 to 6. The Academy lads were a bunch of stalwart huskies and put up a very interesting game, but our superior team work, the speed of Williams, Gregory’s forward passes, and Hundley’s line bucking proved their downfall. Opportunity does not make men, but shows the world xvhat they have made of themselves. Indian Club First Row Left to Right—Edna Moore, Mabel Robbins, Clara M. Hughett, (Instructor) Mr. Teter. Second Row Left to Right—Charles Long, Carl Klein, Vern Deer, Frank Cline, Clair Linton. The Syllabus 40 i� ||li:ilinilllllllllllllllllllllMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIllllllllHIM Basket Ball Basketball is a recent addition to the S. H. S. athletic calendar, but without a doubt it has come to stay. Immediately at the close of the football season Coach Ellis called for basketball volunteers, and his call was nobly responded to, there being fifteen men out the first evening. After various tryouts, a first and second team were chosen. Long was elected Captain of the first team, which consisted of Rawlings, C.; Jessup, F.; Burgess, F.; McConnell, F.; Williams, G.; Parr and Nay, G. Deer, Wawkins, Clair Linton, Clyde Linton and L. Baker composed the second team. By hard practice, helped by the splendid coaching of Prof. Ellis, the team made a very creditable showing, being able to pile up 162 points to their opponents’ 151. The close of the season was celebrated by a banquet, March 23, when McConnell, Nay, Rawlings, Long, Jessup, Williams, Parr and Burgess were awarded an (S) for their brilliant work in basketball. “Scalp Number One. We started right by winning over the Atlanta quintet here on January 6, by a score of 17 to 22. The struggle was a whirlwind affair, but at the same time was not very rough. McConnell brought the crowd to their feet several times by his wonderful field goals. When Dreams Did Not Come True. In the first game away from home we were defeated by nine points. The team left Jan. 13 for Cicero, with high hopes of registering a victory over one of the strongest teams in this district. However, our men were unable to get together for effective team work, and the game finished with Cicero 25, S. H. S. 16. Boxley—“Nuff Sed.” In this game we suffered another relapse along the slump line and left the “bacon” for Boxley, 16 to 7. A gam At It—Winning Some More. After the slump in the Boxley game the team by hard practice got into their old time form and on January 22 defeated Atlanta a second time by the score of 25 to 15. Parr and Williams landed the majority of points. Boys’ Basket Ball I. Left to Right—(Coach) Ellis, George Rawlings, Russel Williams, Joe Parr, John Nay, Rush Burgess, Frank McConnell, Dorval Jessup and (Captain) Chailes Long. The Syllabus 51 .............................................. iiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiifiiiiiiiiiiiiiuimiii...................................................... «■.............mm,................. When the “Bacon” Did Not Come Back. We suffered our third “cleaning” at the hands of the fast Pendleton quintet at Pendleton, January 29. Long was in good form and got in connection with the basket several times, leaving the score 25 to 13. S. H. S. 20; Brownsburg 4. Our next victim was Brownsburg on our floor. Owing to the great amount of rivalry between the two schools a large crowd of students and townspeople tuined out to see the game. However, it was decidedly tame and the fellow’s took their turn at “making one.” One More To Our Credit. Lapel was defeated on their owm floor, Feb. 8, to the lively tune of 27 to 25. The Lapel boys played a good class of ball but we w’ent them one better. In this game Nay came forward with a large part of our share of the score and Burgess did some classy work in his position as forward. Revenge Is Sweet. We repaid Boxley for our defeat at their hands earlier in the season on February 15, w’hen we defeated them 19 to 15. This was one of the most interesting games of the entire season and wras fast and snappy from start to finish. The first half closed with only a small margin in our favor. 1 he last period was stubbornly fought, at one time the score being a tie, but in the last few minutes Jessup luckily caged a shot which again threw’ us in the lead and won the game. The Cicero Dirge. We closed our schedule February 28, in a bitterly contested game against Cicero. They were even a stronger and more w’ell trained bunch than w’hen we met them eailier in the season, but our superior team work and gieater speed proved their downfall and we took them over 13 to 9. Captain Long and Nay defended the Black and White for the last time on the home floor. Success! What is this thing all desire, few comprehend, and less are willing to pay for. Girls’ Basket Ball First Row Left to Right—Mary Bell Hinshaw, Ivalu Vickery, Lois Fristoe, Mary Boone, Leona Butcher, Lula Laughlin, Lela Burton. Second Row Left to Right—Laura Mae Kercheval, Nellie Burton, (Coach) Miss Hankemeier, Borthea Applegate, Mary Byrkett, Edith McMurtry. The Syllabus 53 HiiiiiiiiiiwiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiimiimiiHiiimmmiiiiiiiiiiimm ...... Girls' Basket Ball The boys condescended to let the girls use the gym on Tuesday and Thursday evenings after school, and they have had some exciting contests. Heretofore the teams have been divided according to their classes but as there were not enough players in some of the classes to make a full team and as some did not come out for regular practice, Miss Hankemeier organized the strongest players into two teams, the “Black” and the “White.” The line-up for the teams is as follows: BLACK—Mary Byrkett, F; Leona Butcher, F; Dorthea Apple-gate, C; Edith McMurtry, S. C; Lula Laughlin, G; Bernice Inman, G. WHITE—Mary Melson, F; Lois Fristoe, F; Nellie Burton, C; Ivalu Vickery, S. C; Mary Boone, G; Laura Mae Kercheval. All the girls out seem to enjoy the game. We are glad to see the girls take an interest in athletics and we hope that they will continue it next year. To act is a noble thing, but to wait patiently exhibits a nobler and a higher power of manhood. Track First Row Left to Right—Russel Williams, Charles Long, Joe Parr, Dorval Jessup, George Rawlings, Frank McConnell, Rush Burgess. Second Row Left to Right—Paul Richardson, Frank Cline, Chester Ballard, Clyde Linton, Orval Stahl, Wain Godby, Noel Davis, Paul Dillon. Third Row Left to Right-r-Harold Kercheval, Herman Vogg, (Captain) John Nay, Paul Eudaley, Vern Deer, Ernie Wilson, Herbert Henderson. The Syllabus 55 .iifllPWilljllllllHIlHlllllllltllllWIHIllllllllllllllllllMIlttlflllllllHIIIIttMinnH Training for track under direction of Coach Ellis has begun and an abundance of good material has shown up. John Nay was elected captain of the team, the following men are the best representatives: Long—Distance man. Rawlings—Shot put and discus man. Nay—Quarter miler and broad jumper; half mile, relay. Bui'gess—A member of last year’s winning relay team. Deer— 50, 100 and 220 yard dasher. Parr—A prospective miler. Davis—Pole vaulter and hurdler. Richardson—Discus. Hundley—Quarter miler, hurdler. Godby—Hurdler. The team experts to do something in the County Meet at Nobles-ville, the Central Association Meet at Rushville, and also in the State Meet which will be held at Indianapolis. The team started off the season by defeating the Carmel High School in a dual meet at that place by a score of 78 to 44. The true value of an idea is beyond the potver of computation. A life freed from all difficulties would be a life shorn of all its possibilities of power. Track 56 The Syllabus •iiniiiiiiniiiiiiiiiniiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiH The Last Stand The evening twilight was settling down on a deep snow of the rolling prairies of the Northwest. It sparkled like a mass of glistening diamonds. A stray cow and her calf were wandering about in the deep snow, the mother breaking the path for her young babe. She seemed to be seeking shelter; at last she found a path which led down into a large ditch. The bank sheltered them from the sharp north wind. The tired mother lay down, and drew her feet under her, so that her calf could lie closer to her. This way she could keep it warm. They had just begun to recuperate, when a mournful cry of a hungry wolf aroused them from their rest. The mother jumped to her feet, for she knew that the keen scented wolf would soon find them. She had not long to wait for down the path which she had made, came eight gray wolves. As soon as the leading one saw her, he gave a short whine and they stopped. He, the largest of the band and the swiftest naturally was the leader, so it was his place to lead the attack. Taking one other from the band with him, he advanced upon the mother. The calf was by its mother’s side. As they advanced the cow never flinched, but her eyes turned to a blood red. The leader sprang at the cow’s throat, but one of her long horns caught him in the side, and threw him high in the air. As she did so, she wheeled just in time to catch the other one with her horns as it sprang at the large leader in her hind leg. The wolves saw that two of their band had been killed. The remaining six gathered together as if making plans. The cow changed her position in which to make her last stand. By this time the wolves began to scatter until they entirely surrounded the cow and calf. They all began to advance at once, but their advance was soon stopped by the loud report of a pistol. Two of them dropped in their tracks. The other four made their escape down the ditch. It was not long until a range rider rode down the path to where the fight had been, and drove them to the ranch corral where they would be cared for. —Russel Williams, ’18. The supreme end of life is not found in knowing or in being, but in putting knowledge and being into action. The Syllabus 57 .tiililllllinillhlllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllliilliiiliiiiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiifiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Going For The Cows “Jinny! 0 Jinny! Go after the cows now. Hit will soon be dark and ye know I can’t work much after dark. Now, git along with ye.” This bit of conversation floated on the soft breeze from the barn doorway where an old man stood, smoking his pipe, to where a child was playing under a large old apple tree. The girl dropped her broken dish which she was playing with and catching up her old bonnet was soon running for the cows. Virginia was her name, but no one called her that. Everyone called her Jinny. She had dark blue eyes that sparkled when excited. Her hair was dark brown, but very curly and short. The summer before she had had the fever and was compelled to have her long braids cut off. But now and at this hot season it was a comfort to have short hair. She was very impulsive and quick to act in case of emergency. She was a nature-loving girl, care-free as the blue sky above her. Speeding along the well-worn path she crossed the little clear rippling brook and entered the woods. It was getting dark for the great red sun had dropped below the horizon and had gone to preside over the other side of the world. The birds were twittering here and there as if saying “Good-night.” The crickets were now beginning to chirp. Everything but these was still. This kind of silence was getting oppresive. Far away in the distance she could hear some sheep bleating. Above her head she heard a dove as if assuring his mate that day-light would come again. Jinny scarcely noticed these things as she frantically searched here and there calling and looking for the cows. It seemed to her like an awfully long while until she saw them. When she found them they seemed ready to go home and be milked. She fastened the gate that led into the woods from the long lane with trembling fingers after the cows had passed through, The cows were now going at a brisk walk and she would have to run to catch up with them. Turning around from fastening the gate, she picked up her switch and started after them. As she did so she heard a clear, screechy lonesome call. Ho-o-o-o-o-o. H-o-o-o-o-o-o. It was answered from anther part of the woods. Again and again it came. Catching up with the cows she drove them down the lane whiping and calling to them. With every step she grew more afraid. The woods on the sides of the lane echoed and reechoed the shrilled cry that frightened her. She now remembered the witch and ghost stories which 58 The Syllabus .rtHinmiiiimiiiiiniiiiii iuHiiiiHiiimi«iimiiiai� MmniMMmDiiiiiiniHiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiii!iiniHiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiHiiiiiiiuiiiiiuiMinmn«iiiiiRuiiiiMiiniiiiiiiiiNiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiuinimiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiinimn:i her grandma had told her. She thought of the stories of Ichabod Crane and Brom Bones, but she could not laugh at it now. Oh for some protecting person in the shape of a knight! When she came to the brook she drove the cows on without letting them drink. Uncle Mike would help her water them at the house. When she ariived at the house she was quite out of breath. “Why Ian’ o’ livin’ chile,” called out Aunt Miranda. “What ye’bin runnin’ fur?” “Oh! Aunty, you’ve heard of ghosts and I know I heard one tonight,” sobbed Jinny. “Sho’ sho’ now. Why, I bet ye two cents on a collar button ’hit wur a screech owl,” said Uncle Mike. When Jinnie knew what it was she was over her fright, and presently she was seen to smile, for—well, more than one person has been scared by some unreal thing. But perhaps she was thinking of Brom Bones, Ichabod Crane and a pumpkin. —Rena Walker, ’18. Sunset and Darkness in the Village of Virginia The people of the peaceful village of Virginia, stood in awe at the radiant and beautiful sunset. The little village of Virginia lay nestled among the surrounding hills. It was in spring when everything seems most cheerful. The birds hopped from bough to bough singing and sending cheerful messages to tired and aching hearts. The people passed home from their daily work in a cheerful and peaceful attitude which seemed a part of the village. The western sky was slowly deepening and many colors appeared. Crimson and orange, mingled with the ocean blue above, bordered the sun as it sank slowly down below the surrounding hills. The sound of the vehicles in the village streets, reverberated around the hills. Every sound was audible in the solitude of the evening. Far in the western sky a bird sought its homeward journey through the encroaching darkness. Soon the color faded and was gone and night fell upon the village. A star appeared but not long to be alone as the sky was soon dotted thickly with the tiny sparkling lamps. The moon ascended in the pale blue sky and its radiance seemed to brighten the pale light of each little star. The lights in the village one by one disappeared and no sound was audible, except the occasional chirp of the cricket or a bird not yet settled for the night. The village lay in repose and tranquillity until the dawning of another day. —Ruth Deakyne, ’18. The Syllabus 59 .iiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiitniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiii Calendar JANUARY. Jan. 4.—Resolved, that we will all be on the honor roll this month. Jan. 5.—The High School paper is named “The Black and White.” Jan. 6.—Doiley had the misfortune of swallowing her chewing gum but Scottie came to the rescue at once with another cake. Jan. 7.—Chase recites for the first time in Physics. Jan. 8.—Basket ball games tonight S. H.S. boys against the Faculty. Mr. Teter seems to be pretty sure of winning. Jan. 11.—The boys won over the Faculty. Jan. 12.—English Teacher—“Justin, w’ho was Abraham Lincoln?” Justin—“I don’t recollect the name.” Jan. 13.—First copies of the Black and White are given out. jan. 14.—The two Senior Class plays, Spreading the New's,” and, “Work House Ward,” are given. Jan. 15.—Mr. Teter explains laws of gravitation. Chase begins to see light. Jan. 18.—The half year class is gone but more come in and things begin to green up at once. Jan. 19.—Every one misses Justin. Even Miss Hankemeier is hungering for some excitement the third period. Jan. 20.—Every one thinks tomorrow will be a nice day if it don’t rain. Jan. 21.—An original suffragette play is given by some of the Seniors. Guess the Faculty will think twice now' before making a new rule. 60 The Syllabus llllllll Jan. 25.—When Mr. Loop was asked about what plans he was intending to follow in teaching the shape of the earth to his Physical Geography Class, he said it was just as the committee said, he would teach it either round or flat. Jan. 26.—Honor roll published. Where is everybody? We’re afraid several of the resolutions were broken. Jan. 27.—School dismissed for the day, Mr. Teter didn’t get his old cow milked in time to come to school. Jan. 28.—Farmers’ Institute today. Domestic Science girls cook dinner for the crowd. Jan. 29.—Girls cook the left-overs today. FEBRUARY. Feb. 1.—Edna gets to march out with Gravy. Feb. 2.—Edna is still grinning today. Feb. 3.—The Seniors will have a class meeting tomorrow evening after school in Room 10. Feb. 4.—The class meets in Room 10, “ ! ! — ?!” Feb. 5.—George did not receive any notes from the Freshman to- day. Feb. 8.—We are still marching to the flowing strains of Marching through Georgia. Feb. 9.—New march today, several almost faint while marching. Feb. 10.—Mr. Ellis—“Miss Hankemeier you are wanted at the telephone.” What’s the joke? Feb. 11.—Syllabus staff meeting. Everybody is busy. Feb. 12.—Plans for foot ball banquet on foot. Heap big spluge! Feb. 15.—Every one hears about the skirmish the Freshman had at the banquet. Feb. 16.—Seniors are set up as an example for the Freshman. Feb. 17.— “Who ate all the raisins?” Miss Hankemeier wants to know. Feb. 18.—Civics Class goes to Indianapolis today to see the legislature in session Feb. 19.—Literary section give a Washington program. Washington’s biography read three times. Feb. 22.- The Physical Geography Class is running a race to see who can tell the best story. Feb. 23.—Harold came out with the blue ribbons today in Geography Class. Feb. 24.—Mr. Teter and Miss Hankmeir cannot agree about basket ball practices. Feb. 25.—Some new books are placed in the library. Feb. 26.—Several of the Senior girls with Miss Hankemeier leave for Bloomington to spend the week end. March 1.—Sheridan won over Cicero in the basket ball game by a score of 13 to 9. Cicero team easy. The Syllabus 61 dimiinniiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiNiiiiiiimiiiiijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiM March 2.—Charlie and Dorval seem to be quite popular, each one received six post card advertisements of Hershey’s chocolates from St. Louis. March 3.—The boys are disappointed by not getting to go to the tournament. They failed to get the entry blank. Spring vacation—no one sorry. March 8.—Mr. Ellis tries destroying public property, he succeeds in tearing up one seat. March 9.—Ernel and Rut accompany the Freshmen on their trio to Carmel to see the beautiful landscape. March 10.—Political campaign on in the Civics Class. March 11. -George is winning votes from the Freshman Class already. March 12.— Exams today. Rut and Miss Hammersbaugh have quite an argument. March 15.—Class picks out the class plays. March 16.—Dorval is rushing the season with a new straw hat. March 17.—The boys thought they had a fine time on their trip to Bloomington. March 18.—Dorley feeds all her dumplings to Mr. Ellis.—Domestic Science news. March 19.—Mr. Ellis is not able to come to School. Syllabus manuscripts turned in. March 23.—The Annual pictures are all taken. The cameras are sold for junk. March 24.—Gravy confesses that after all Mabel is really his choice. March 25.—Marjorie came to School smiling from ear to ear. No one knows just what is the cause. March 26.—Primary oratorical held. March 29.—We have solved the problem, Marjorie had seen Carl. March 30.—Seniors practicing for the play. March 31.—This is the last day of March as far as any one knows tomorrow will be April 1 fool. APRIL. April 1.—Seniors will be Seniors if they are scattered among the Freshman. April 2.—The boys are very enthusiastic over the track work. April 5.—“Would-be-teachers” plan to take exams again. April 6.—All knowing themselves indebted to the Syllabus Co. please call and settle. Nobody hurt in the rush. April 7.—Deutscher Verein Club have party. April 8.—Mr. Kirk and Verna Thompson have a foot race. Come out a tie. April 9.—The fouith High School paper published. The paper’s getting better each time. 62 The Syllabus .iiiiiutiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiuiiimiiii April 12.—Another law of Physics discovered. Our density the next morning is in direct porportion to our loss of sleep the night before. April 13.—The Seniors talk about having another birthday party on Wednesday night. April 14.—“Little Women,” and “Kentucky Belle presented. April 15.—Vern astonishes every one by coming to School with a clean collar on. April 16.—Domestic Science girls serve lunch to the Faculty. April 19.—Senior boys are seen standing around Smith Collins clothing store. Commencement is coming some of these days. April 20.—Political campaign on in full sway. “Vote for the best man.” April 21.—John says, he’s sure to be elected because all the Freshman girls promised to vote for him. April 22.—Election held today. The ballot box was stuffed. April 23.—A discussion among the Senior girls.—“Well if she has her graduation dress made just like mine I simply will not wear mine.” April 26.—This is Monday--------? April 27.—Honor roll published. “Is your name written there?” April 28.—Material for the Senior edition is all handed in. April 29.—We’re sorry School is about over because we’ll miss those literary entertainments so much. April 30.—Who said we wanted to take the exams? MAY. We enter the last lap in our High School career. May 4.—Boys awarded their arm bands. Annuals distributed. May 6.—The hope (? !) of the coming generation are leaving. Juniors and Sophs, hold jubilee. May 7.—Commencement. Our Calendar could not contain the week end happenings. Knowledge is one of the secret keys which unlock the hidden mysteries of a successful life. The Syllabus 63 .iiiiiiiiiMiiiitaiiiiuiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuM Greetings of the AJumni To the graduates of the Class of 1915 we the Alumni Association of the Sheridan High School extend to you a hearty welcome into our association. We thoroughly realize the trials that come in the course of study and we appreciate the fact that you have nobly endured them and now receive the honorable rank of a graduate which enables you to become one of us. We assure you that we will lend you our hearty cooperation and support in the future. We are yours respectfully, The Alumni Association. Ed Osborne, President. The Alumni Association President Ed Osborne Secretary Mrs. J. B. Johnson Treasurer Mrs. J. B. Johnson Members in Graduating Classes. Class of 1889—6 Class of 1902—7 Class of 1890—4 Class of 1903—8 Class of 1891—6 Class of 1904—18 Class of 1892—11 Class of 1905—24 Class of 1893—8 Class of 1906—35 Class of 1894—4 Class of 1907—21 Class of 1895—2 Class of 1908—28 Class of 1896—2 Class of 1909—31 Class of 1897—6 Class of 1910—35 Class of 1898—9 Class of 1911—36 Class of 1899—15 Class of 1912—35 Class of 1900—8 Class of 1913—32 Class of 1901—13 Class of 1914—22 Commencement Just now many young people are graduating from our schools and colleges. They will go out into life to earn their own living You will soon be filling a position. Make it pay a profit by banking some part of each week’s wages. The possession of a bank account, together with the knowledge that comes to one in the ordinary transactions with this bank, is in itself a liberal business education. It is therefore apparent that the young man or young woman who banks here will profit from the experience and habits formed. This Bank’s service is at your command. The First National Bank Sheridan, Indiana ■+ (01 A General Inspect!' of our superior line of Groc- eries is respectfully requested. We are sure that a trial, af- ter inspection, will result in enlisting you as a permanent customer. Our goods are al- ways fresh. PHONE 24. L A. WAITT Use Electricity— The best for Service, Health, Convenience and Economy. The Sheridan Water, Heat and Light Co. HEAPS Sheridan’s Leading Jewelry Store THE JEWELER DOWN BY THE POST-OFFICE. For everything you want in the Jewelry Line. The largest stock to select from. Elgin—Waltham—Hamilton WATCHES Insist on seeing our line before you make your graduating presents. HEAPS The Syllabus 67 •iiiii� iiiiiiuiiMiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiniiiHiiiiiiBiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiliiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiM!iiiHniiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iiHii:iiiiHiiiiiiii iiiiiiHiiniiiiiiiiiii!!ii!iiiiiiiiiiiiiii.iii:iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iiiitiiiin Jokes Familiar Foot Ball Expressions. “Children’s Day will be next week.” “Ballard on the level! ! !” “Here boys, this is no barroom!” “Do the Army and Navy play here today?” Familiar Expressions of the Faculty. Kirk—“We have with us this morning, etc.” “I have a few announcements to make.” Teter (Indistinctly)—“Now then let’s—let’s get to work.” Miss Hemmersbaugh—“Take down this assignment—light straight through.” Loop—“That is------etc, pure and simple.” Miss Hankemeier—“I am sorry to say this assembly, etc.” Ellis—“We have been requested to sing, “All Through the Night.' Orval Stahl (Timidly)—“Say, why-er-have you ever shaved yet?” Clyde Linton (Blushing)—“No, not yet, have you?” Orval Stahl—“No, but I’m gonna have to purty soon.” Gravy (Hesitatingly)—“Say, Edna, did you really write that note asking me to take you to the basket ball game?” Edna (Indifferently)—“Oh, it doesn’t matter now—I just heard that ladies will be admitted free tonight.” Nay—“Walker, you haven't been much good in Physics Laboratory lately, what’s the matter with you?” Walker—“Oh, you know I’ve been a nervous wreck ever since that jar exploded in that heat experiment.” Ellis (in Commercial)—“Nay, have you solved that problem yet?” Nay—“No, I missed it a little bit.” Ellis—“How much?” Nay (absentmindedly)—“Oh, about $300.” Deer (in Commercial Class)—“These problems are awfully simple if they weren’t so complicated.” Mr. Kirk to a Senior boy—“You’re just like a Ford when coming-up stairs.” Senior—“Why?” Mr. Kirk—“Because you always come up on high.” f The Sheridan Milling Co. Has for sale the following- supreme Patent Flour Graham Flour Bran, Shorts Ground Oats and Corn Ground Rye Alfalfa Meal Gluten Feed Horse Feed Cracked Corn and a full line of Chicken Food SUGARINE Dairy Feed Cotton Seed Meal Linseed Meal Hominy Hearts Calf Meal Salt Clover Seed Timothy Seed Hard and Soft COAL Clay Burnt Tile SALVET, Worm Destroyer Fertilizer—Earth’s Food. Remember the Place THE SHERIDAN MILLING GO. South Main Street. Phone ioo. Cleaning and Pressing Let Us Take Care of Your Wardrobe We are fully equipped to clean the most fancy of ladies dresses, white suits, coats, plumes, etc. Also portiers, couch covers and all kinds of curtains and rugs. IF IT CAN BE CLEANED WE CLEAN IT. OUR STEAM PRESS BRIGHTENS THE FABRICS AND DOES NOT SHINE SERGE. THE Sheridan Cleaning Works Dry Cleaning, Pressing and Dyeing T. L. COLLINS, PROP. ------------ The ------------- UNION LOAN 8 TRUST CO. WRITES LIFE INSURANCE. FIRE INSURANCE. CYCLONE INSUR NCE. PLATE GLASS INSURANCE. AUTOMOBILE INSURANCE. LIVE STOCK INSURANCE. ACCIDENT INSURANCE. Graduates are old enough to carry Life Insurance.- Why not begin now while Premiums are Small ..See us about rates for the best Policies. 70 The Syllabus ditHniiNWMaMiiiiHimmwuimiiiuimiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiuiM When Mr. Kirk was made a girl at the basket ball banquet, Long wisely remarked that he looked like a Highland lass. Vern Deer says that the Democrats are as progressive as the Republicans. Butcher—“Did you hear of the accident last night?'’ Linton—“No! What was it?” Butcher—“Justin Irick was almost killed by a train of thought running through his head.” Prof Ellis—“Chase, could you teach Mathematics?” Chase—“No, my Mathematical bump is a dent.” You’re a lemon, Parr laughingly cried, And he hugged her just to tease her; If that be true, Bertha replied, Then you’re a lemon squeezer. To High School Students: Please remember that a fountain pen belongs to the whole High School. Also that you are considered stingy unless you are willing to lend your last sheet of white paper. It is all right for the Seniors to take certain privileges provided they don’t make the faculty sore. Just Imagine: Edna Moore wearing a B. H. S. ring. Marvin Barker as yell leader. Verna Thompson attending Purdue. Inez Swafford six feet tall. LaRue Stout in a track suit. Opal Stephenson a spot light singer. Chase Walker not defining a word. Dorley Melson riding in a Buick. Prof. Kirk entertaining the school with a solo. Mabel Robbins with nothing to say. Clair Linton with a moustache. Bertha Phebus a kitchen mechanic. Miss Hankemeier cooking kraut for the German army. Justin Irich on the honor roll. Vern Deer without a date. John Nay with a Freshman girl. A Dainty Gift Book NOTHING NICER FOR A GRADUATING PRESENT. ALSO MANICURING SETS ANT) MANY OTHER NOVELTIES AT Gregory’s Drug and Book Store ONE DOOR SOUTH OF THE POSTOFFICE. Charles M. 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Sheridan, Indiana Everything you want. If you don’t see it ask for it and we will get it for you SHERIDAN HARDWARE GO. -------------------for Implements, Stoves Globe and Model Ranges Majestic Electric Washing Machines and Vacuum Cleaners EQUAL TERMS AND COURTESY TO ALL. PHONE 30 SHERIDAN, INDIANA COATS OR SUITS When you want the newest and best styles in Coats, Suits, Dresses, Waists or other Ready to Wear, and you want it at the lowest possible prices consistent with good tailoring go to Stanley S Beauchamp PHONE 26 SHERIDAN, INDIANA Bradfield S Mitchell Manufacturers of - Harness and Horse Goods - Dealers in Robes, Blankets, Fly Nets, Storm Fronts, Rain Covers, Hardware, Greases and Oils Everything in the Horse Goods Line Quality Highest Prices Lowest Satisfaction Guaranteed Phone 114 SHERIDAN, IND. 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You can always find what you are looking for in our large stock of NOTIONS, DRY GOODS, MILLINERY, SCHOOL SUPPLIES, HARDWARE, COOKING UTENSILS, and a thousand and one other things that are in daily use. CJ A nice fresh line of Candy at all times at I Oc per lb. and the best Chocolates at 10 1 -2c per lb. Salted Peanuts at 10c per lb. McCormick Bros. FIVE AND TEN CENT STORE. THE RED FRONT. Jacob Pritsch YOUR TAILOR Is prepared to make your clothes in the latest styles in work and cut, so call on me and get your clothes made. UPSTAIRS, CEMENT BLOCK. DRY CLEANING, PRESSING AND REPAIRING. Whether— —once a week. —once a month. —or once a year like this annual. We welcome and value your patronage. A. S. ROWE Quality Jewelry Benton Review Shop, Fowler, Ind. V. ' - 39% ■ y-3 •:-j-� � - - _� '«v a 11 .-. j 3H� •,.: � - • . Lf - • ’ , - • %.. L '-. j£, - v v vSa 7, , . - « - ■ .