Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

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(Class Prophecy It was on.' of those warm, sweet-scented spring evenings, when the light of day lingers in a soft, purple haze over the earth, as though loth to depart from a world so fair. Even in the great city of Chicago, th noise of th crowd in streets, was hushed and still under the magic influence of the season. In my aimless stroll I noticed many p ople entering a brightly limited building, and so, having nothing else to do, I drifted with the crowd, into, I knew not what. But I was soon to be enlightened. It was a spiritualist meeting. Tables and chairs were arranged, and even tiny rooms were pa titioned, and equipped for individual revelations. Little did I realize what the night was to bring forth! List ming in a rather inattentive manner, to the preliminary speeches, 1 was surprised when at a low voiced command, th' room was suddenly flooded with a soft, rose-tinted light, and the m dium stepped forward. My interest increased. But what was that? She seemed almost to float down the aisle, and she stopped directly before me. My wonder kn w no bounds, and I was even more astonished when she bade me come with her to another room. To m1 she could reveal many things, and in words, strange and mystic she unfolded a story to which I listen'd in awe and wonder: From the realms of the infinite comes a white robed spirit of the long ago. Hark! It sp aks! Ah yes, ’tis the spirit of the class of '19, which graduated from Sheridan High School, and it bids me bring to you a message. The members of the class of ’19 are scattered as though blown by the four winds of Heaven, and in your travels you have met and recognized but few of them. In far-off Africa do you not rememb r that cheerful, busy, little woman whom the natives worship as the messenger from the Gr'at Beyond? That, my friend, was Alicr Mullen, nee’ Alice Young. She, with her husband, is doing a wond rful work among the Africans. Slowly, the earth turns, and as through a crystal globe, I behold another corner of the world. In a great theatre a hug - crowd breathlessly awaits the appearance of the new actor who is playing. Slowly th curtain rises, and there, on the stage is Ralph Parr, the wonder of the age. As a despairing, des-perat hero, he wins myriads of tears and sighs from every high school girl in Indianapolis. But when he plays the villain! Then he wins the h.'art of every lady, for who does not lov. a reckless, scoffing, yet handsome villain! From his magnificent salary of $‘15 per month, Ralph is saving 25 ernts each week for a future home. It is feared he has matrimonial int ntions. Alas for the girl’s matinee idol! At the end of the first act, a famous dancer was

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£ ntuu (Class IHiU It m—To Mr. Kercheval, we give our sincerest affection, our deepest reverence, and thanks too deep for words, for the influence he has had in helping many of us shape our life’s work. Item—We give, and bequeath to our High School paper, th? “Black and Wnite, ’ upon which our most earnest efTorts have been exp nded for the past four years, our entire history in order that they may use our thrilling experiences for the times to come. A great inspiration may b? gained for future use, from a contemplation of our adventures and of all the events of our school life. It m—To the school library, around which hovers memories of hilarious good times of former years, we give all of our practically new Algebras, Geometries, and English Rhetorics, and every book which will help to enlarge said Library, and make it better fitted to meet the needs of future seekers of knowledge. May they search as diligently as have th Seniors of the class of ’19. Item—The following trifling bequests (?) have been added at the earnest request of several Seniors, and with the hope that they may be accepted, not as worthless things, to be thrown carelessly aside but in the same spirit of generosity that they have born given:— I To the Junior girls, the bitter-sweet pleasure of moiming Ralph Parr’s departure from their midst. II To any pupil who will apply Webster Smith's ability to talk on any subject in Physics to Mr. K rcheval’s entire satisfaction. III To any bashful “Senior-to-be” Frank Griffin’s power to fascinate the girls (especially Freshmen.) Come early, and avoid the rush. IV To Cleo Moore, Edith Stahl’s ability to de-f nd her views concerning “woman’s rights” and, if she wishes it, her firm belief in Teddy Roosevelt. V To anyone who feels the need of it, “Coonie” Ogle’s art of bluffing. VI To Russel Fristoe, Alva Fancher, James Sims and Lester Phobus, equal shares of LaMarr Hacklcman's grave, and stately digmity. Here’s hoping it tames their unruly spirits before next year! 41 VII To the tender mercies of Jewel Wilson, Helen Lar.ham surrenders every claim to her “Box-leytown beau.” May she take advantage of her opportunities! VIII To any one who wants it, Lela Grace Kerch-val leaves her famous “giggle.” She feels as though she will not need it on the farm! Item—We hereby declare, and recognize the above list to be the rightful possessions of the Seniors of 1920. (Continued on page 11.)

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(Class fJniplu'ni announced, and, lo and behold, it was Edith MeMur-try, who, with her graceful interpr tation of the latest dances, forms an added attraction to the company’s program. Th' globe revolves still farther, and I am led to a tiny country inn. Down the road comes a man who looks tired and hot, for the summer sun is shining brightly. As he approaches a murmur of delight escapes his bps, for there under the tre?s( are several tab! s and a neat, white-clad figure is moving briskly about. As the gentleman sinks into a chair, a sc ne of mutual recognition takes place. “Karl Stout,” cries the lady and “Edith Bogan,” was the reply. Karl is manager of an orange g ove, in California. For a long time, he was th? ncg«ro character in a traveling show, but found it too hard work, so he chose his present occupation, becaus oranges require but little att ention. Edith is still unmarried, and is running this inn for the benefit of weary travelers. Again a graceful figure seems to stand by my side. It leads me to a large studio, and there, I see this same figuie demonstrating to a host of pupils, the wondr ful Hulu Hu!u danc?, which he has created. You had a member in your class, interested in thos danc s, did you not? Ah, Yes! It is LaMa r Hackleman, who is achieving a wonderful success in his chosen occupation. The spirit drawns me onward, until I come to a tiny town, and th -re on the porch of a largo farm house 1 see the slender form of a woman, and I hear her call softly “Short!” “Lela Grace Kercho-val,” burst involuntarily from my lips, “and that town is Tf rhune!” But the medium motioned impatiently for silence. Over her face pass.d a peculiar expression, and she continued rapidly. “I hear the shrill whistle of a train, and befoi me, I see a figure clad in khaki overalls, with grimy face, and hands.—Webster Smith! Hi is busily engaged examining the shining engine. O.i sti 1 fa thor tarns th? crystal globe, until I behold a brightly limited hall, packed with a vast mob of laboring men and women, who are listening eag rly, to the words as the flow from the lips of the speaker ar.d who is sh ? Why Edith Stahl, to be su e ;.nd she i poui ing forth, tears and sighs of lamentation, to say nothing of glorious praises, in memory of our honored stat sman “Teddy” Roosevelt who died so long ago. Standing? at the door of an old-fashined farm hous? is a tall, fashionably attired gentleman, who is demonstrating to a willing hous.wife the advantages of an electric cooker. It is Arnold Harris, who is making his fortune as a traveling salesman. He is receiving a handsome salary for his pleasing