Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

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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

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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.

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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.