Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

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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

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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 HE SYLLABUS Prophecy Class of ’25 A few centuries ago there lived an old prophet who, it is said in the traditions of his people, never made a mistake in his prophecies. He honored his king very much because the king had provided the things which he needed and gave him all his time to devote to prophesying; hence, a remarkable foresight. Fortunately, for us at least, the king died during the life of the prophet and as an expression of his love and respect for the king the prophet placed a collection of his prophecies in the tomb with the king. While making a tour of the world we visited the much talked of scene of King Tut’s tomb and there it was, while looking through the vast collection of contributions which were made in honor of King Tut, that we found the prophecy of the class of ’26. With great risk of life, which comes with the possession of King Tut relics, we have brought this prophecy to you and we hope you ami we hope you and we hope you will not question its exactness. It reads as follows: In an inland city of a nation yet unfounded in a continent yet undiscovered; I saw, in my vision, myself grow up from boyhood; I graduated from a high school, which 1 shall take the liberty to call Sheridan High School. After spending many years in a busy life I decided to go back and see my old class mates of 1925, and this is a summary of my surprises, amusements and disappointments which came with meeting the different members of the class. The first one that I found was Robert Bell. “Bob” gave me the surprise of my life. He had become an employee of The BELL Telephone Co. It was his duty to set telephone poles. Everett Copeland left for the sunny South as soon as school was out and the last that was heard of him he was making moonshine and leading negro uprising in his locality. Clifford Dillon had gone to college and had become a famous yell leader; he was then leading yells as a profession. Pierre Elliott, who from boyhood had always had a fondness for a farm near Sheridan, had settled there to try to support his family. Esther Etycheson, aspiring to be a lecturer and to make her mark in the world, spent three years in studying the art of lecturing. She was later elected to a Senator-ship, but was thrown out of Congress for filibustering against a bill to prohibit women bobbing their hair. She is now giving lecture courses in mechanical Engineering at the large colleges. Mary Farwick, believing that she had unusual ability as a salesman, succeeded in proving her ability by convincing a man that she was the woman he wanted. George Spidel had been following the undertaking business; he was a monument dealer in Terhune. Clair Fisher, having a particular liking for electricity, made himself famous by inventing a machine which would explain his idea of the electron theory. Only one of the class became famous as a Film Star. Paul Forbush is now connected to one of the larger moving picture companies and takes his place on the screen as Harold Lloyd when well dressed and groomed and otherwise as a porcupine. The fame of Lela Ruth Garver has become nation-wide as a soloist. Her advertisers use this statement to draw attention: EVERYBODY IS CRAZY TO HEAR HER! Eighteen