Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

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THE SYLLABUS Class Poem Ix ok close at every Senior, look him in the eye And you'll see a strong incentive there, to either “Do or Die, You can tell it by his actions, you can tell it in his voice You can tell by his attitude that work has been his choice. VIOCETS You never see a shirker among our struggling ranks, It is for each of us, to extend the others thanks Not one of us, not two of us, have given our class its name But the increasing efforts of all have won our class its fame. We stand for fun, we stand for study, for everything that’s good. And we share with every classmate the hand of brother-hood. We’ve tried to help our little school, to make it live and thrive And we hope you’ll look with favor on the class of 25. Sixteen

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T H E S Y L L A BUS GEORGE RAWLINGS The thirst of desire is never filled. nor fully satisfied ” CLAIR FISHER lie who thinks jor himself and rarely imitates, is a free man.'9 Radio Club. “Daddy Lon Dejjrs.” GEORGE SIM DEL Tho am always in. haste. I am never in a hurry.' Football— 23-v24. Basketball—’22- 23, '23-’24, '24-’25. Fifteen

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THE SYLLABUS Senior Class History “Who is that green horn?” “Wanta buy a ticket to the assembly?” “Let the Rynies do it”, were ejaculations most intimately familiar to a group of ambitious folk who migrated to the Sheridan High School one September day in 1921, as they gawked here and there, completely lost. Often did the merry horse laugh gush forth at the expense of some poor Freshman who ignorantly had wandered into some strange class in a vain search for his own. These thirty-two Freshmen under the guidance of Pierre Elliott, our President, Cyrus Gunn, Vice-President, and Esther Etycheson, Secretary and Treasurer, and careful tutorage were to be reckoned with, for in their midst were many mighty intellects ready for action. As Shakespearer hath so nobly put it, “The years run ahead stepping on each others corns in their rush,” and we became Sophomores. Our officers were shaken up and drawn again this time Frederick Smith became the honored President, Cyrus Gunn, Vice-President, and Delilah Cobb, Secretary and Treasurer. We now possessed a creditable High School knowledge and honor. Our motto now seemed to be “Have Fun” and have fun we did. We passed the Junior year with Alice Moore at the helm as President, Olive Cox, Vice-President, and Esther Etycheson, Secretary and Treasurer, and also with flying colors and athletic acedemic honors of the highest kind. Then came the final lap, the time to make the most of the race. The boyish motto had seemingly changed to one of “Do or Die.” Election time came again and Cyrus Gunn was chosen President, Frederick Smith, Vice-President, Everett Copeland, Secretary and Esther Etycheson, Treasurer. We were now beginning to appreciate our teachers who so gladly imported knowledge to us. Our Senior year went swiftly as they are wont to do and almost automatically we found ourselves without the bounds of high school discipline alone. No not alone, for the comforting memories of the high school companions will always remain in our hearts because our happiest days were spent with them. Strvtrn teen