Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

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(Class personality and gallant ways with the ladies cause his sales to be enormous. The scone chang s. Under the tent of a great Chautauqua, the people are applauding loudly for an encore from the talented pianist, Miss Cecil Payne, who after playing for churches for many years, finally joined this company with the fond hop.) that perhaps she might some day captivate a Caruso. A scene of anxiety is next portrayed. In a large hospital bending over the operating table is a middle-aged, white clad man. His face shows that he is under a tremendous nervous strain. That man is Bemie Johnson, the wonderful brain specialist and on the table is Obart Purdy. Since- his Senior days back in 1919, Obart has exhibited a fatal tendency to torment everyone he knew, so now they are trying to make a useful citizen of him by an operation, which will endeavor to remove the source of his mischievous tendencies. Into the room, gliding swiftly and softly came a nurse, and as I look, the spirit tells me it is Helen Lanham, who is assisting her, now famous class-mate Bemie, in this critical case. Helen is neither smiling or giggling—a serious state of affairs, truly. The spirit is speaking of a lady, whom you knew as Belle Osborn, back in the days of '19. Belle, being interested in horses, decided to go west, and become a colt-breaker, but as the auto and aero- Pruphmj plan? has usurped the place which the ho'.'sa has held, she reconsidered the matter and is now a professional Ford driver. In a busy modiste's shop, a p.etty little lady is displayingi to an admiring audience some of the loveliest party frocks, direct from Paris. As she turns slowly, and with many dainty gestures, I see that it is I eno Willwerth, who is attracting much attention from the e’clat ol the city. Leaving this shop, and floating lightly down the street the ghost of ’10 leads me into the “Circle— the shrine of the silent art,” where I see a poster announcing that the famous comedian, J. War.-, n Stephenson, and his wife, who was formerly Miss Bemiice Inman, are positively appearing for the last time at this theatre. Be-niece has become a famous actr ss, and is now contemplating leaving th • movies, to go on the stage. And Frank Griffin—Do you not remember him? He is now a perman nt fixture at the main office of the No -dyke-Mormon Company where true to his nature, he keeps the pretty stenographers in a constant flutter of anxiety, having dates with first one and then the other of them. In the Union depot at Indianapolis a voice rings oba through the station. It is Wilmer Ogle, who is earning splendid wages as a train caller. Wilmer has tried many positions before he finally found one

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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

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(Class iJiJrnphmjr fully suited to his many talents. Between times wh.cn h must obey duty’s call, he has a good tim? flirting with the girls who come and go f: om the station. I hear the whirr of a larg elevator in a store in New Yo k, and there is Martha Butcher, who patently runs up and down for countless shoppers. Sh • has established a record for speed and safety. As she stops on the second floor, a man steps to the elevator and in a haughty voice, commands her to tak him “down.” Chester Hays is supremely happy in his position as “head boss” of the second floor. Far away from the busy whirl of city life the spirit leads me to the peace and quiet of the coun-t y where Orpha Leap is living on a large farm, carefully tending cows, chickens and all other necessary appendages to faim life. Orpha is married, but the spirit can not tell hr. husband’s name. 1 am swiftly transported back to a rather quiet section of the city, and in the yard of a large orphan’s horn' two ladies are chatting and watching the play of a group of children. These ladies are lone Lanham and Esther Ogle. lone is the matron of th home, and Esther is superintendent of the infants department. People say, however, that Esther will desert the Orphanage to become superintendent of her own home soon. Down among the hills of Scott county lives a typical farmer—none other than Milford Stowers. For a time he taught school, but the call of the farm drew him back to the soil and now he is married and is living very happy. Again the scene changes and I see a mob of noisy people, waving banners, bearing strange signs, entirely unknown to me. The spirit draws me on until 1 sec you, my friend, addressing the mob of restless laborers, proclaiming to them promises of the great prosperity whirh will follow your election as president of the United States. You, Nina Robbins, who declared back in the days of '19 that you would never vot°, are making a gallant fight against Edith Stahl who is struggling for the same honors. Then as suddenly as she had commenced the medium’s voice ceased. The soft glow which flooded the room changed to the dim grey of twilight and I was transported from a world peopled with visions of the past, to the realty of the noisy life of the now b ightlv lighted city about me.