Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 112 of the 1926 volume:

Syllabus 19 26 PUBLISHED BY The Senior Class Of Sheridan High School SHERIDAN, INDIANA THE SYLLABUS ®o thp Ampriran Ifamtlti M OC H fjc ®hnap i pala arp trignrnua anh untiringly uirtunua. uihnap puprg pffnrt pninta tnmarb bplping ttip rnnhitinna nf ita ynuth, uihnap happipat timpa arp around thphparth-atnnp, uihnap ambitinn ia pupr thp antt’a and daughtpr’a ambitinn. uip dpdiratp thia yparbnnk, (Thp £ yllabua nf 1926. (page four) IN MEMORIAM The Senior Class, respectfully and sincerely, dedicates this page to the memory of our comrade and schoolmate, Beeson Harvey, class of ’28. “He was my friend, faithful and just to T HE S Y L L A B U S (page five) THE S Y L L ABUS GEORGE BRADLEY A. B. Wabash Geography, Economics. F. V. KERCHEVAL Science, Book keeping, Law. i ELSIE TETER Marion Wesleyan and DePauw University English, Latin. Y. M. KINGSOLVER A. B. Franklin History. (page six) THE SYLLABU S — WALTER NORTHAM Indiana University Mathematics. MRS. ELM A GRIFFITH A. B., Indiana University English, Domestic Science. i KATHRYN WALKER Metropolitan School of Music Music. CHAS. CARTER Metropolitan School of Music Music. (page seven) S 7AFF CS Afo tvTE u£. A'i OH. rfosh. E 0 tfvO 80s. A{OR. rf£)� zUeTA. SoPi. ED. JoKc$ 07«?kM THE SYLLABUS £ yllahua € taff v Editor-in-Chief...... Ass't Ed-in-Chief.... Business Manager.... Ass’t Bus. M’g’r..... Junior Editor........ Sophomore Editor..... Freshman Editor...... Literary Editor...... Art Editor......«.... Sports Editor........ Ass’t Sports Editor. Photographer......... Ass’t Photographer. Calendar Editor...... . Joke Editor.......... Ass't Joke Editor. .. .....Fred Robbins .....Helen Griffin .........Fred Davis ....Lester Kercheval .....Gladys Reddick Elizabeth Bradfield ........Byron Stout ........Erith Powell ........Page Brown .....Fernald Mills Harold Moreland .....Wilburn Miller .....Ruth McKinzie .....Harriet Horney .....Chas. Moreland .....Treva Copeland (page nine) THE SYLLABUS The Black and White fc V V Besides the flag of our nation, There are only two colors in sight, That give us a thrilling sensation, They are known as the Black and White. They have fluttered in breezes of victory, They have trailed in the dust of defeat, But still we know that the Black and White, Are colors that will not retreat. We have backed them through all of the season, Through football, basketball, and track. And now as we come to its season, It’s baseball we’re going to back. We’ll remember them through our vacation, And next year we’ll come back and fight, For our school we will honor and glory, By defending the Black and White. —George Moore, ’28. (page ten) THE S Y L L A B US (patfe eleven) .MARTHA WHITE ■She sings away sorrow, casts away cares. Always ready with a smile, and peg enough for all.” Secretary ’26; Glee Club ’25-’26. FRED DAVIS “Why work.' Why labor and toil, when the world is full of joy?” Black and White ’23; Syllabus ’25-’26; “Seventeen-’; Glee Club ’24. RUTH HUDSON ••Atking of beauty is a joy forever” Glee Club ’24. ROBERT OGLE The modest, on his unembarressed brow. Nature had written« Gentlemen.” Football ’24-’25. RUTH McKINZIE A winning way. a pleasant smile. And a kindly word for all.” Treasurer ’25; Syllabus ’26; “Seventeen”; Glee Club ’23-’24-’25. (page twelve) DARWIN DEER ■ ■ Tho sprightly, gentle, polite, end sincere. Only of thyself a judge severe. ' ' ROSANNA VICKERY ‘ She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed: She's a woman: and therefore to be icon. “Seventeen”; Glee Club ’23-’24; Syllabus ’25; President ’24; Vice-President ’23. EDGAR MIDDLETON “Nothing is more useful than silence.” NELMA LAMBERT “A woman of silence except when she talks.” Glee Club ’25. LAWRENCE BANNON ‘Whatever skeptic could inquire 'or: Forever why he had a where'ore. (page thirteen) THE SYLLABUS MARTHA HOOD “Happy am I. and from care I am free, Why aren’t they all con= tented like me?” Glee Club ’25. WILBURN MILLER “For all he did he had a reason.” Football ’25; Basketball ’24-’25-’26; Glee Club ’24-’25; Syllabus ’26. CORETA SHULL “She’s just the kind whose nature never varies.' FRED ROBBINS “Wisdom he has, and to that the courage: Temper to that and to all a willingness. Football ’23-’24-’25; Basketball ’23-’24, ’24-’25, ’25-’26; Black and White ’23; Syllabus ’25-’26; “Seventeen”; Secretary ’23; Vice-President ’26; Glee Club ’24-’25. JEWEL FARWICK “Cheerful, friendly, and quietly happy.” (pa e fourteen) THE SYLLABUS OWEN RICHARDSON “For men may come and men may go, but I go on forever.” “Seventeen”; Glee Club ’24-’25; Treas. ’26. ILEEN YOUNG “For what I will. I will, and there is an end.” Orchestra ’23-’24-’25-’26; Glee Club ’23-’25. GAYLORD GOOD “(Blushing is the color of virtue.” TREVA COPELAND “Tis the song you sing, and the smile you wear. That makes sunshine everywhere Syllabus 26; Glee Club ’23-’25; “Seventeen”. RALPH KINCAID “IIis very foot has music in it as he cometh up the stairs.” Football ’22-’23-’24-’25; Basketball ’24-’25-’25-’26; “Seventeen”; Glee Club ’24-’25. (page fifteen) T H E S Y L L A BIS MYRON HINSHAW ‘•(Beware the fury of a ’Patient man. “Seventeen”; Glee Club ’24. ELIZABETH HODSON •■What her heart thinks her tongue often speaks.” “Seventeen”; Glee Club ’25. VERL BAKER ••'Let marriage hinder not your ambition. ETHEL FLEETWOOD • • L igh i h ea rted and friendly. LOWELL FANCHER ■■A true lad is best known by a quiet nature.” Football ’25; Basketball ’25-’26. “Seventeen” (page sixteen) THE S V LLABUS DENZIL BEAM “ Who knows nothing base, fears nothing known.” CHAS. KINXEAD •7 know everything except myself.” Glee Club ’25. MARGARET RAWLINGS “A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance. “Seventeen”; Glee Club ’23-’24- 25. JOSEPH LEAP “(Bashful, but a friend to everyone. ERITH POWELL '• Here s a smilefor thosewho love me, A smile for those who hate. And -whatever sky is above me, Here’s a heart for every fate. Syllabus ’26; Glee Club 23-‘24-’25. (page seventeen) I’HE S Y L L A B II S PAGE BROWN “The shallow murmur, but the deep are silent.” Syllabus ’26; Orchestra ’23-’24-’25-’26. EDITH JONES i:ji smooth and steadfast mind, g :ntle thoughts and calm desire. KEITH HIATT Alas. regardless of their doom The little victims play. JPo sens} of ills to come. J ro care beyond today.” Football ’25; Glee Clib ’24-’25. HARRIET HORNEY “H,er voice -was ever soft, gentle and low:-an excellent thing in a woman.” Syllabus ’26; Glee Club ’23-’25; Vice-President ’23; Orchestra ’26. CHAS. MORELAND “Where there is a will, there is a way.” Seventeen”; Syllabus 26; Glee Club ’23. (page eighteen) THE SYLLABUS HARRY DARNELL “A jewel in a ten times bound up chest, Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast. Football ’22-’23-’24-’25; President ’23; Vice-President ’25; Glee Club ’25. MARY ALICE BRANDENBURG “As merry as the day is long. LESTER KERCHEVAL “He doth, indeed, show some sparks of that which is like wit. Football ’24-’25; Basketball ’24-’25,’25-’26; Track ’25-’26: “Seventeen”; Syllabus ’26; President ’26; Glee Club ’24. IRMA RAWLINGS “Zealous, yet modest. KENNETH BIDDLE (absent) “Life is jest and all things in it. I though so once and now I know it. (page nineteen) S 0 Solr nri ay M h rCcJ My T -f IvjIqO EM f ee. ns B KOy it 4 cVva v G e t )c tw r fv ; THE SYLLABUS Senior Class History HEN we, the Seniors, first entered High School as Freshman, we numbered about sixty-five. We were all very young, also very innocent of the dangers and pitfalls that were to beset us on our royal road to After many perplexities we elected Harry Darnell, President; Rosanna Vickery, Vice-President; Fred Robbins, Secretary; and Erith Powell, Treasurer. We did not make much noise that year but we did help to beautify the sombre old walls of the school building by buying a very handsome picture of our nation’s capitol at Washington. At the end of the school year our number had slightly decreased, but nevertheless we were still going strong. Next year found us Sophomores. We were nonentities no longer, instead we were a recognizable unit of this High School. Rosanna Vickery was elected President; Harriet Horney, Vice-President; and Cliffie Kercheval, Secretary-Treasurer. That winter we earned our present reputation as the “class that puts things over.” We responded nobly to the pleas of Mr. Kingsolver that we buy a number of much needed sweat jerseys for the basketball boys. Their usefulness was of short duration because they were stolen soon afterwards. Nearly all of the original class repoited again for duty the next year. Cliffie Kercheval was elected President; Harry Darnell, Vice-President; and Ruth McKinzie, Secretary-Treasurer. Then indeed did we verify our reputation as the “class that puts things over.” On January 21-22 we gave Tarkington’s play “Seventeen,” and if we do say so we think it “went over big.” With the money realized from this dramatic venture we gave the Seniors perhaps the finest banquet that has ever been given in the way of delicious food and pleasing appointments. We had now reached the place where we had the feeling that class jewelry was indispensable to persons enjoying such a dignified position as ourselves. Accordingly we selected a style most suited to our tastes anti our pocketbooks, proud indeed were we when we were able to wear them. Seniors! at last the goal for which we had worked and planned for four long years. But being a senior has its attendant sorrows. We were glad and fet sorry that our happy and carefree school days were so nearly over. All the old members weie back with the exception of Cliffie Kercheval who had moved to Indianapolis, and attended Shortridge High. Lester Kercheval was elected President; Fred Robbins, Vice-President; Martha White, Secretary; and Owen Richardson, Treasurer, to be succeeded by Harriett Horney upon his withdiawal from school at mid-term. As the end of our last semester in High School drew near we fully realized the truth in the old statement that all the work came at the last. With back credits to be made up; a class play to be given; graduation clothes to buy; and other things too numerous to mention to be done, we were a hustling, bustling bunch in those last two months. As our class play we gave “The Charm School,” and in our estimation it was a very creditable performance. At last it was all over. On April 25, we assembled in the M. E. chuich for our Baccalaureate Address, delivered by Rev. W. E. McPheeters; ar.d on April 30, were mustered out to face the world by ourselves. knowledge. (patre twenty-one) THE SYLLABUS Class Will We, the Senior class of Sheridan High School, in the County of Hamilton, State of Indiana, being of sound mind, memory and understanding, do make our last will and testament in manner and form following: Lawrence Bannon wills his ability to get along with Mr. Kercheval to Paul Beard. Denzil Beam wills her dignity to Martha Cooper. Kenneth Biddle wills his quick thought to Porter Myers. Mary Brandenburg wills her rose and damask complexion to Raymond Staley. Page Brown wills his faculty of silence to Ed King. Treva Copeland wills her Irish temperament to Osmar Askard. “Darney” wills his football success to Kenneth Pettijohn. Frederick Davis bequeaths to Edith Eytcheson, his love of leisure. Jewel Farwick wills her ability to get to school on time to Helen Griffin. Here’s hoping for the best. Lowell Fancher wills his popularity with the girls to George Ogle. Ethyle Fleetwood leaves (with little sorrow) her red hair to Helen Newby, thinking it might save her some expense. Gaylord Good bequeaths his stature to Leramo Dell. Keith Hiatt wills his like for talking to girls to Duvall Wallace. Myron Hinshaw leaves his ability to get by with everything to Dale Hinesley. Elizabeth Hodson leaves Bernice Fisher her lustorical ability. Ruth Hodson bequeaths the privilege of writing letters at noon to Mary Newman. Martha Hood is happy to leave her ability to pass notes, to Lenora Garver. Harriet wills her musical ability to Joel Spidel. Edith Jones leaves her reasoning power and deep thought to Pauline Barker. Lester Kercheval leaves his grin with Doyle Beard. Ralph Kincaid bequeaths his poetic ability to “Red” Burton. Charles Kinkead wills and bequeaths all his romantic ventures to Charles Dell. Nelma Lambert wills her love for school teachers to Neva Graham. Joseph Leap leaves his brisk walk to Porter Myers. Ruth McKinzie wills her dates to Eva Compton. Edgar Middleton wills his Fold to Feinald Mills, to take him to all the games. Wilburn Miller bequeaths the numerous feminine interests bestowed upon him to Eugene Griffin. Charles Moreland wills his “monkey-shines” to George Moore. Robeit Ogle wills his much admired eyes to Hilda Baker. (Probably she might like them too.) (nayfe twenty-two) THE SYLLABUS i. Erith Powell bequeaths to Gladys Reddick, in all faith, Gaylord Good. (In case Dale should change his mind.) Irma Rawlings wills her even temperament to Myrtle Brown. Margaret Rawlings, with much sorrow and regret, wills her chewing gum to Olive Jones. Owen Richardson leaves his opinion of himself, to the Junior class, to do as they like with it. Fred Robbins wills his executive ability to Floyd Hayes. Coreta Shull bequeaths her light bobbed hair to Mabel Hawkins. Rosanna Vickery wills to Elizabeth Stephenson her height and her golden hair. Martha White wills her high soprano voice to Rachel Baker, waiting for results. Ileen Young wills her marcel to Elsie Edwards. Darwin Deer bequeaths his attraction for measles, mumps, etc. to John Padgett. THE END. (page twenty-three) T HE S Y L L A B U S - 1 926 Class Prophecy r- a light snow way falling over the city as 1 emerged from my study one evening m Ni Ov the early spring of 1040. I had had a most strenuous day and now, starting out on my daily walk, my mind was filled with thoughts of fourteen years before. I was thinking of the good times had in old Sheridan High School when I was a boy; wondering what had become of all my old class. Walking briskly, deeply absoibed in my thoughts, I had traversed quite a distance before 1 thought to notice my surroundings. Looking about I perceived that 1 was in a most dilapidated appearing section of the city and almost twelve blocks from home. The street was flanked with rambling old brown stone fronted edifices, from one of which, at times, issued a stiange and weird noise. I was well informed concerning this house and the reported causes of the strange noise. The house was occupied by a strange old man, known as Dr. Zienkler, who claimed to own a piece of apparatus by means of which he could project the actions of any person, at any place, on a screen. It was this machine which made the strange noises I had heard. The old man had refused to sell his invention but had capitalized on it by using it to display the actions of criminals, relatives, friends, etc. to those who were willing to pay his fee. I had never placed much faith in the reported truthfullness of his radioprojections, but it seemed as if it had led me to this place as a means of satisfying my desire for knowledge of my boyhood friends. I approached and lifted the knocker of the ancient door. The door was opened noiselessly and I entered, to my surprise, a large and luxuriously furnished room. After a short interval I was ushered into another spacious room of Oriental furnishings and smelling for all the world like one of those temples one inevitably visits when in Calcutta. On one wall was a laige silver screen, while the wall directly opposite was covered with a heavy black drape. In direct contrast to this piece of the Orient was the little old German sitting behind a large table apparently busily engaged in doing nothing. Asked my desire, I informed the little old man it was my wish to view the occupations and whereabouts of my former classmates. I was instructed to write the name of each of the class of 1026 on a pad and then sit in a large chair opposite the screen. This I did and the old man, picking up the pad, disappeared through a small side door. Soon the room was filed with that same weird noise, apparently proceeding from behind the drape. A light flickered on the screen. Instantly the room was plunged into darkness and a picture flashed across the silver sheet. It was that of a great office building in Chicago. A tall dark man was seated at a desk, busied wirh a large file of papers. He looked up. Could it be possible? Yes it was. It was our old class President and friend, Bud Kercheval. The door opened and a woman, whom I recognized as a member of the class of ’28, accompanied by a small boy, entered. The small boy immediately accosted Bud as “Daddy.” On the panel of the door I perceived the inscription, International Harvester Co., General Manager. Qmge twenty-four) THE SYLL ABUS The scene faded and was succeeded by another. This time it was a great theatre scene in New York City. The curtain rose and onto the stage danced Martha White. The troupe that followed proved to be none other than the famous Follies of 1940. The scene shifted to that of a farm house, west of Sheridan, which I recognized as one in which 1 stayed many, many times. A figure, approaching from the barn was whistling airly, while behind him tiipped a couple of healthy youngsters. In this figure I recognized my old chum, Buck Fancher, apparently well satisfied with himself and his farm. The next was that of a large mansion on North Meridian street in Indianapolis, Indiana. A red-haired nurse was busily engaged in watching over three small children playing in the yard. The nurse, when she looked up, proved to be Ethel Fleetwood. I was then transported by the screen to a garage in a small town in Southern Arizona. There I saw “Sub” Hiatt, the proprietor, at work on the motor of a huge Lincoln sedan, while at the same time keeping up a steady stream of conversation with the owner. She turned and I beheld in her another member of the old class, Marty Hood. The work finished, she entered her car and whirled off towards the west. Before she was enveloped in a cloud of Arizona dust I perceived, scrawled on the back of the car in large letters, the words, “Reno to Bust.” A Paris studio followed. The '.vails were covered with beautiful oil paintings, from a number of which hung prize ribbons. In the center of the room, with back toward me, stood the artist busied with palette and brush. I knew him at once to be Page Brown, the artist of the 1926 Syllabus. A tent theatie, the signs of which proclaimed it to be the last and only troupe presenting that historic old play “Uncle Toms Cabin,” flashed upon the screen. A slight golden haired figure was playing the childs part of “Little Eva.” In this figure I recognized Rosanna Vickery. The gentleman playing “Simon Legree” I at ones recognized as a prominent member of the class of ’25. Wondering at the remarkable luster still retained by Rosanna’s hair, I was enlightened by a peep into her dressing room. There on the table sat four bottles labeled as “Moreland’s Magic Golden Glo Restorer;” guaranteed to restore that golden girlish luster to the reddest of hair. The next scene solved the mystery of the “Golden Glo Restorer.” Seated at a desk in a large laboratory in Toledo, Ohio was Charles Moreland. He was supervising the making of his fortune by a force of men engaged in filling bottles, similar to those on Rosanna’s table, with a liquid of Moreland’s own formula. Having turned chemist, Moreland had done great things in that field, but had finally, settled on this one method of obtaining wealth. Then beheld a large auditorium filled with women of excessive weight. In the slim girlish figure lecturing to them I had some difficulty in recognizing Mary Alice Brandenburg. Mary Alice had spent the ten years following her graduation experimenting with many different methods of reducing, but had finally settled on a method of her own with the above results. She had, as I found, for the past years been lecturing far and wide proving her method a boon to all people of stout qualities. The scene next to be displayed for me was in the stately Senate Hall. There in the middle of an eloquent oration opposing Senator Blue Beak’s Bill abolishing the one piece bathing suit for bathing beauties, I found Fred Davis. Fred, owing to his great popularity among the women, had recently been elected Senator from Flor.da on the Womens Party Ticket. (pajre twenty-five) THE SYLLABUS ♦'r This was followed by a scene in the lobby of the same building. Ruth McKinzie, in mannish attire, was laboring day and night lobbying in behalf of a Woman’s Equal Rights amendment which she diligently advocated since the day she first read of such a movement in a copy of the Literary Digest in 1926. The next was indeed a sad scene to me. Pacing back and forth behind the bars of cell 1,507 of the new Indiana State Prison was Darwin Deer. I learned from a second scene that Darwin, in a fit of jealousy, while shaving his rival in love, had attempted to disfigure that person. For this crime he had received a ten year sentence, now almost completed. Then followed the earnest face of a Salvation Aimy Lass pleading with the surrounding crowd to aid in Gcd’s cause. I recognized her to be Jewell Farwick. A five chair barber shop on Indiana Ave., Indianapolis, Ir.d. was now on the screen. At the first chair wedding his scythe, was Harry Darnell, evidently the proprietor. Harry had forsaken college football for this less strenuous method of inflicting injury on his adversaries. The next scene was in the heart of far off Africa. I sawr Ruth Hodson as a missionary engaged in attempting to teach the black natives of a large village the rudiments of civilization. A scene in sunny Florida followed. I beheld Ben Miller strolling about the spacious grounds of his own mansion at Palm Beach. Ben had gone south on graduating, speculated wildly in Floridan real estate, and won. He w'as now enjoying the fruits of his labor. I then saw Harriet Homey in her home near Hortonville, Ind. Harriet was leading the life of a spinster and seriously objected to the extremely short dresses of the girls. To aid in downing this vice she had organized an Ankle Skirt League among the elder women of the country who advocated and wore that relic of 1914. Ralph Kincaid was next. Ralph had joined the army in 1938. Having always had a fancy for writing humorous sketches, he had written one of these one day and was reading it to some of his comrades in the barracks when a passing officer, overhearing a part of it not altogether complimentary to himself, had deemed it a case of insubordination and sentenced Ralphie to two weeks on bread and water. This, he w-as serving. Treva Copeland I saw on a lecture of the country. She had taken up politics and was now employed by the Republican party to aid, w-ith her lectures, in their attempt to regain the Executive control they had lost in 1928. A picture of the Farmers National Bank in Sheridan next presented itself before me. Behind the window bearing the inscription “Teller” was Myron Hinshaw. Myron had begun as a clerk and risen to his present position. An aesthetic dancing class in southern California was next. A group of young maidens were attempting an interpretation of the “back to nature” dances while their teacher, in whom I recognized Coreta Shull, w’as busily engaged in showing them how and correcting their mistakes. Lawrence Bannon, lecturing to the class of Evolution recently established at Harvard University, was next on the screen. Lawrence, wrhile investigating his family tree, had become an enthusiastic convert to the Darwinian Monkey-To-Man Theory and was now preaching it far ar.d wide with great success. I then saw Margaret Rawlings in Monte Carlo lavishingly spending the fortune of (pagf2 twenty-six) THE SYLLABI! S her latest admirer, a young British Peer. Margaret, it was rumored, already had stood three times before the altar and was now contemplating a fourth. As Professor of Modern Arts at Oxford I viewed Owen Richardson, now a very grave and dignified personage. Again in Paris I observed a crowd gathered in a great auditorium to view the latest summer styles and their designer, Erith Powell, another member of that old class. In an insane asylum in Ohio I saw Kenneth Biddle. Kenneth it seemed had spent years of labor attempting to peifect a perpetual motion machine with which to run his threshing machine economically. Failing, the blow had been to great for him. Edith Jones was occupied as a school teacher in a Marion township rural school in Boone County, Indiana. Edith from childhood had had a deep love for Boone County which piompted her to return from college to accept a position in its employ. A great forest fire blazed upon the screen next. A squad of men were fighting savagely to control it but to little avail. In charge of this squad I recognized Charles Kinkead, now in the employ of Uncle Sam as a Forest Ranger in a large Oregon reservation. Another farm northeast of Sheridan was next shown me. On this farm, performing her household duties in the same quiet and thorough manner with which she used to do her school work, was Denzil Beam. The scene following was that of a chemists laboratory. There among test tubes and flasks I saw Gaylord Good vainly endeavoring the composition and a method of producing artificial gold. In the new wing of the Long Hospital at Indianapolis, Ind. I beheld Ileen Young, a graduate of the Nurses School of Indiana University engaged in administering to the needs of the sick in ward B. The next scene was in the divorce courts of Los Angeles, California. There Edgar Middleton, a wealthy business man in Los Angeles, was endeavoring to break the holy bonds cf matrimony in order to be able to take unto himself a newdy risen star of the movie constellation. This newly risen star was shown at her work in the following scene and proved to be none other than our old classmate, lima Rawlings. Bob Ogle, on his great ranch in southern Texas wras next. Bob had fallen heir to a large fortune left by an unknown relative and had immediately invested it in the cattle business from which he was realizing a great profit. A scene in the offices of the Capitol Gazette, formetly the Indianapolis Times, followed. There, through its columns, Elizabeth Hodson was issuing advice to lovers. On her desk was a book of her own writing entitled “How to Captivate the Hearts of Men.” In Terhune, Ind. I saw Verl Baker running the store which he had purchased from his uncle and quietly enjoying the marriage he had entered before his graduation. Nelma Lambert had married a young school teacher soon after her graduation and was living in South Bend, Ind. Joseph Leap I saw preparing for the spring plowing on his farm south of Sheridan. As the last picture died from the screen the weird noise faded and the old man reappeared. His fee I cheerfully paid and departed well repaid in knowledge. —Fred Robbins. (patfe twenty-seven) THE SYLLABUS ■it- History of The Syllabus In the year 1905 a new and difficult task was undertaken by the graduating class of that year. This was the editing of a yearbook. The name “Syllabus,” meaning “a concise statement,” was chosen for this publication and a book of about sixty pages was edited. At that time this was considered a large book, inasmuch as H. S. Annuals were new things. No other class, until that of T5 took up the continuance of the task begun in ’05.-In that year the Senior class again attempted a yearbook under the same name, and succeeded in putting out a very creditable and well formed book of about eighty pages. In ’18, owing to the high costs of war times, a small book of about the same size of that of ’05 was printed, and in a spirit of patriotism the name was changed to “The Ace.” Although small in size, “The Ace” contained much well written material and evidenced much hard work. Again in ‘25, just a decade after the second issue, the Senior class edited a third issue of the “Syllabus.” This issue consisted of ninety well written pages and was a very good publication. And now, in ’26, the Senior class has taken up the task as soon as it was dropped by the departing Seniors of ’25. No long intermission was allowed by us between issues. We have labored haid, and, in this book of one hundred and two pages we hope to have the best issue of the “Syllabus” yet edited. Much credit must be given to the classes between those publishing yearbooks for the School paper, The Black and White, which has almost always been published. This small monthly paper was a credit to old S. H. S. and ranked among the best school papers in the state. (page twenty-eight) THE SYLLABUS UNDER LA33MEN (page twenty-nine) - vWV ■ f r«v83? i5:{fail$ a - T H E SYLLABUS Junior ( lass of 192(i First Row (Left to Right) Elsie Edwards Paul Barker Edith Eytcheson Doyle Beard lone Pritsch Second Row Paul Beard Helen Newby Neva Graham Kenneth Pettijohn Rachel Baker Fifth Row Joel Spidel Berneice Fisher Martha Cooper Eva Compton Duval Wallace Third Row Helen Griffin Porter Myers Elizabeth Stephenson George Ogle Lenora Garver Fourth Row Myrtle Brown Ray Staley Gladys Reddick Edward King Mary Newman Absent Claude Burton Chas. Dell Lemmo Dell Karl Stevens Dale Hinesley. (page thirty-one) T H E S Y L L A B U S THE SYLLABUS Sophomore Class of 192(i First Row (Left to Right) Mabel Hawkins Noble Bell Denzel Goff Paul Good Mary Elizabeth Aldred Kermit Reagan Olive Jones Second Row Lowell Jarrett Marian Henderson Earl Brandenburg Fernald Mills Ivalou Worley Frank Staley Hilda Baker Third Row Eva Payne Eugene Griffin Jesse Kassebaum Doyle McVicker Hazel Wilson John Osborn Lowell West Fourth Row Nina Kincaid Floyd Hayes Frances Weaver John Padgett Margaret Teter Floyd Moore Lula Nichols Fifth Row’ Charleton Mills Martha Plew Eugene McKinzie Herbert Billingsley Virginia Copeland Harold Deer Janice Norman Sixth Row Martha Couden Leo Haworth Elizabeth Bradfield Harold Moreland Elberta Bell Thelma Eudaly Absent Van Miller Floyd Moore John Hancock Beeson Harvey Retus Orr (ptitfe thirty-three) THE S Y L L A B U S THE SYLLABUS Freshman Class of 1926 First Row (Left to Right) Delight Beard Wilbur Hines Opal Harris Julian Akard Lois Bannon Lloyd Wiles Irene Thompson Second Row Herbert Kuhlman Eva Boone Prentice Pearson Hazel Stowers Robert Kinkead Florence Ogle Russell Wallace Julia Marlowe Third Row Ruth Bragg Morris Dunn Rosemary Bradfield Lloyd McVickdr Audreas Stephens George Osborn Martha Hasket Lloyd Stephenson Fourth Row Ralph Calbert Ruth Stout Horton Aid red Martha DeaKyne Morris Nay Fannie McMath Max Foster Lorene Newby Fifth Row Irene Fredenburg Chester Mace Florence Ridge Ansel Wallace Velva Harris Raymond Phillips Etta May Burtner Lavelle Prescott Sixth Row Kenneth Fisher Pauline Cottingham Wilbur Timmons Nelma Pickett Russell Griffiths Glenola Dell Edward Martin Mary DeaKyne Seventh Row Mildred Baker Byron Stout Katherine Clark Revere Cox Mary McDonald Robert Evans Irene Newby Joseph Farwick Eighth Row Leon Wyatt Gladys Webster Clark Walker Lois Steward Tom White Elsie Rawlings John Ford Alice Kinnick Absent John Remsen Edgar Fleetwood Harry Dillon Glen Spidel Lamar Henderson John Newby. (page thirty-five) THE SYLLABUS Faes-tr t-rior7e-y Ye-uusl THEATRICAL' MUSICAL- ORATORICAL'ETC. (papre thirty-seven) THE SYLLABUS The “Charm School” After much delay, “The Charm School’’ was picked as the Annual dramatic attempt of the Senior Class. After a short time for practice the play was presented on the nights of April 22 and 23. This was the story of a young automobile salesman inheriting a young ladies boarding school and attempting to run it according to his own ideas. He was a very good looking young chap. The result can be easily imagined, and the ending was the usual way. Austin Bevans.... David MacKenzie. George Boyd...... Jim Simpkins..... Tim Simpkins..... Homer Johns...... Elise Benidotti.. Miss Hays........ Miss Curtis...... Sally Boyd....... Muriel Doughty.. Ethel Spelvin.... Alix Mercier..... Lillian Stafford... Madge Kent......... CAST ......Fred Davis Lester Kercheval ...Fred Robbins ..Myron Hinshaw ....Darwin Deer ..Wilburn Miller ...Martha White ..Treva Copeland Harriet Homey Rosanna Vickery ....Erith Powell .......Ileen Young ....Denzel Beam ....Ruth Hodson ..Ethel Fleetwood Senior Day The last day of the Seniors in S. H. S. was spent in the customary way, that is, celebrating Senior Day. The Seniors appeared in costume, attending their regular classes of the morning to bid their former instructors farewell. The afternoon was taken up by a Senior program. The class History was read by Elizabeth Hodson, the Will by Harriet Horney and the Prophecy by Fred Robbins. Farewell speeches were made by the class officers and we departed from old S. H. S. to make our way in the World. (page thirty-eight) Spelling Bee and Box Supper There having been a dearth of such entertainments for several years the Junior Class decided that they ought to do something about it. As a result they gave a Spelling Bee, Cyphering Contest, and Box Supper combined, April 17. It was given at the High School Building. It was practically a novelty in Sheridan and as there was also a special inducement in the numerous and generous prizes offered a large number were present. It was unusually successful for an affair of this kind. Junior-Senior Banquet After a great deal of discussion, incidentally some argument, and a variety of opinions rendered, the customary Junior-Senior banqquet was given on April 20, this year. The banquet hall was arrayed in the class colors of black and gold, and blue and white. Sophomores, garmented in black and gold uniforms, pranced and strutted about the tables, juggling plates and trays of food, yet never a “spill.” Music was provided the guests during the dinner, and a number of wit-crammed toasts interspersed the courses of aromatic foods. Toasts were given by Lester Kercheval, Senior president; Edward King, Junioi president; Mr. G. D. Bradley, and Mr. 0. T. Kercheval. It was an event long to be remembered and the Seniors are duly grateful for the hospitality demonstrated by the Juniors on that eventful evening. (page thirty-nine) THE SYLLABUS Girls Glee Club Under the direction of Miss Kathryn Walker about thirty girls of Sheridan High School were organized and trained into a very creditable Glee Club. The first period afternoon of each Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday was devoted to this work. Upon organizing, Martha White was elected President and Mary Elizabeth Aldred, Treasurer, A small tax was levied on each member, and with the money obtained, a great many new musical selections were purchased. No special programs were given, as in previous years, but a great amount of musical benefit was derived by those who took the work. Glee Club work also merits one-fourth credit toward graduation. Orchestra Sheridan High School has no individual orchestra of its own. However, we were well represented in the Northern Hamilton County Orchesta directed and instructed by Mr. Chas. Carter, a graduate of the Metropolitan School of Music. This orchestra is composed of students from Atlanta, Arcadia, Cicero, Boxley and Sheridan High Schools. During the past school year a number of programs for special affairs were given and music for the Baccalaureates and Commencements of the Northern Hamilton County Schools was furnished. (page forty) THE SYLLABUS Junior Jamboree The Junior class as the result of the necessity of raising money in one way or another, fell back up one ofthe usual methods; a Junior Jamboree. This being their first attempt at such an enterprise it was begun with some trepidation not only by the class, but the faculty, and certainly by the Seniors who naturally were much interested in the profits if nothing else. Not being well versed in forecasting the weather a rather unfortunate date was chosen but the Juniors managed to make a success of their venture without that aid. The forms of entertainment chosen went over rather well. The best one probably was the play which seemed to make a hit with the crowd, either because of the talent or the lack of talent shown. The class did not maken an exorbitant sum from the Jamboree but enough so that it was a success and caused an increase in their confidence in themselves. The Library of Sheridan High School, although small in size, would be a source of much confusion and trouble to the faculty were it not for a body of eight students who have volunteered forty-five minutes each day of their study time to act in the capacity of Librarians. As little or no studying can be done while keeping the Library, theii school burden has been made greater the assumption of this responsibility. However they have cheerfully accepted this extra burden and have made our Library a good place for work. These Librarians were, Lester Kercheval, Helen Griffin, Virginia Copeland, Fred Davis, Edith Eytcheson, Harriet Homey, Martha White, and Denzil Beam. Librarians (page forty-one) THE SYLLABUS ♦ f Football Boys Banquet ON the night of December 8th, the 1925 football squad and their fathers were royally entertained by the mothers at the home of Mrs. Harley Orr. The assemblage began to gather about 6:00 P. M. and the victories and the defeats of the season were fought and refought until each had been played to the satisfaction of all present. About 8:00 o’clock the call for dinner was sounded and each sought his place at one of the three great black and white decorated tables. At one table were seated all of the fathers and at the remaining two were the mothers of the squad, the coach, and Trustee Kercheval. The first course, consisting of chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, dumplings, baked beans, celery, pickles, salad, coffee, and rolls, was placed before the boys and soon disappeared only to be replaced by more of the same. Then followed a short intermission, during which, O. T. Kercheval acting as toastmaster, toasts were given by Coach Kingsolver, Capt. Darnell, and several of the fathers. The feast came to an end with the disappearance of the second course of Angel Food cake and chocolate and white brick cream. The banquet over, all repaired to the front of the house where the remainder of the evening was spent in singing, games, and a general recuperation from the effects of overeating. This was the third consecutive banquet to be given the members of the squad by the mothers. The first two, in 1923 and 1924, were given at the homes of Mrs. Charles Fouch and Mrs. Edgar Smith respectively. All have been voted, by the fellows, to be the most looked forward to event of the year and it is to be hoped that this will continue to be an annual event in future years. (page forty-two) T HE S Y L L A B U S (im e forty-three) THE SYLLABUS TiUE chiefly to the untiring efforts of our Coach, William Kingsolver, Sheridan High School has just completed a highly successful year in athletics. “Kings” is a graduate of Franklin college where he was an outstanding Athlete, receiving letters in four branches of athletics and a berth on the Mythical All-State College Eleven two successive years. His third year with S. H. S. has been completed, and all have been marked with their success. Previous to coming here he served as head football coach at Arsenal Technical High School, Indianapolis, Indiana. (page forty-five) 'BoB BvD D. fU)Ph, THE SYLLABUS Football 1925 Upon the issuance of the first call for candidates for the 1925 football squad, a large bunch of huskies reported to Coach Kingsolver, and from the number and spirit of the squad, it was shown that a team would be placed on the field that would uphold the traditions of Sheridan High School. Facing a very hard schedule, the locals fought through a successful season, keeping intact the unbroken string of 24 such seasons on the gridiron, and winning seven games against only two lost, although handicapped by a scarcity of experienced material. The team scored 177 points to 35 for its opponents, which is an unusually good record. Only four teams were able to penetrate the strong Black and White line. Of the eleven regular men, eight received Senior Sweaters, and will be lost to the team by graduation. These are: Capt. Darnell, Miller, Robbins, Kincaid, Hiatt, Fancher, Kercheval, and Ogle. These men played stellar games during the whole season, and their loss will be keenly felt. Having only a few veterans left, Coach King-solver faces the problem of building an almost entirely new team next season. A resume of the season follows: SHERIDAN vs. GARY Opening the season on Sept. 25 against Emerson High School of Gary, the team showed the old Sheridan fighting spirit and although out-weighed and out-played, held that strong eleven to a 10-0 score. The game was played on a muddy field and consequently was rather slow. Darnell and Robbins played best for the losers. The team had a very enjoyable trip and have nothing but praise for the treatment given them. SHERIDAN vs. WESTFIELD Sheridan was chosen as tne opponent of the Westfield football team for their Annual Homecoming game, and the spectators were furnished with some good entertainment. It was a typical homecoming, with a large crowd, bands, parades, etc., and it was a good football game. Although the field was rather muddy, the game was full of action and Westfield almost upset the dope bucket. They started with a rush, and soon had a touchdown and 6 points to their credit, but after a hard fight the Black and White was able to triumph, 13-6. SHERIDAN vs. MARION The following Saturday the local eleven took on the husky Marion team in the first home game of the season. This aggregation came with a very good record but fell before the excellent play of the S. H. S. warriors, 27-6. Marion started out strong, scoring a touchdowm in the first quarter, but the rest of the game was all Sheridan, and they failed to score again, while the locals ran up a total of 27 points. SHERIDAN vs. LINTON On October 17 the warriors journeyed to Linton and received the second defeat of the season. Smarting under the one-point defeat handed them last year, Linton was (page forty-eight) THE SYLLABUS . £«• desperate and played hard to win, 13-0. The field was muddy, and consequently the game was devoid of any thrills, but both teams fought until the final whistle. SHERIDAN vs. HARTFORD CITY The next game was with the Hartford City squad and was played on the local gridiron before a very small crowd. Angered by the defeat of the Saturday before, the locals played a bang-up game of ball to win 32-0. The field was very muddy and the fact that Sheridan was able to run up such a large score argues well for the boys. SHERIDAN vs. JEFFERSON (Lafayette) Jefferson High School of Lafayette furnished the opposition for the next game, which was played here on October 31. The game took place in a veritable sea of mud, which made it very uninteresting and kept the scoring low. The locals had no trouble in winning 13-0, but could not show' very well on account of the slow field. A mere handful of fans witnessed the game. SHERIDAN vs. PERU On Saturday, November 6, the boys took the last trip of the season, go'ng to Peru. This team had gained quite a name for themselves, and the squad expected a hard battle, but it proved to be a false alarm, as the boys had little trouble in piling up a large score. Sheridan took the lead early in the game and Peru never threatened the final score was Sheridan 27—Peru 0. SHERIDAN vs. KIRKLIN The resume of athletic relations between these two schools was mai'ked by a football game, played at Sheridan. The game was played on a heavy field, preventing any spectacular playing. However, the highly touted Kirklin eleven was turned back with little difficulty, the final score being 36-0. SHERIDAN vs. NOBLESVILLE This game was scheduled for the annual Homecoming attraction and a large crowd was present to witness the rivalry. The officials chosen for the game failed to arrive and as Noblesville would not play with any other officials, the affair was called off. The State Board of Control, however, forced Noblesville to play at a later date so the two teams met at Sheridan on Wednesday, November 25. The Black and White had little difficulty in running up a 27-0 score. This victory over our ancient rival was a fitting climax to a successful season. (page forty-nine) T HE S Y L L ABUS Front Row: Dell, Harvey, Robbins, and Kercheval. Back Row: Fanchcr, Miller, Aldred, and Kincaid. Immediately following the end of football season the call for basketball candidates was issued by Coach Kingsolver, and was responded to by about twenty boys. Six letter men from last years squad, Robbins, W. Miller, Kincaid, Harvey, Kercheval, and V. Miller, were among these. As the season progressed, some new material was added and some was dropped, so that our two teams were composed of fourteen picked men. Without doubt, this years squad was the best that ever represented S. H. S. on the hardwood. By the end of the season they had played an 18 game schedule and lost but four. Owing to the late start after the end of football this was an exceptionally hard schedule. In addition to this they participated in three tournaments; losing the County, winning their Sectional, and finally, in a much crippled condition, ousted from the running in the Regional at Muncie. Of this squad of fourteen, W. Miller, Robbins, Kercheval, Kincaid, Fancher, and Hinshaw, will be lost by graduation. Harvey, V. Miller, Mills, Moore, Spidel, Dell, Osborn and Aldred remain and next year should see an equally successful season. Following is a short resume of the season. VEEDERSBURG WINS, 21-5 In the opener, after only a short practice, the Black and White was defeated by the strong Veedersburg quintet, 21-5. (page fifty-one) THE SYLLABUS «• KEMPTON DEFEATED, 28-6 Kempton came to Sheridan, December 17, but were unable to hold their own against the fast work of the S. H. S. warriors, receiving the short end of a 28-6 score. Much improvement over the previous game was shown by the Black and White. CICERO VICTORIOUS, 38-21 Journeying to Cicero the next night, the second defeat of the season was ex-perienced at the hands of the fast Cicero squad. In this game, Kincaid received a bad sprain in his ankle. S. H. S. DROPPED BY ARCADIA, 35-20 After leading, 14-11, at the half, the S. H. S. dribblers lost to Arcadia, 35-20, January 1. S. H. S. UPSETS TIPTON, 29-22 In the new gym at Tipton the tide turned for the Black and White and the team of that High School was defeated in a fast game, 29-22. ZIONSVILLE EASY, 49-25 S. H. S. copped an easy victory from Zionsville at that place on January 8. The Zionsville lads were unable to cope with the fast floorwork of the Black and White. S. H. S. 29—BOXLEY 23 In a hai'd fought but slow game, Boxley was defeated, 29-23. 1925 COUNTY CHAMPS OVERWHELMED, 31-16 Carmel, 1925 County Champs and one of the sixteen contenders for state title, was next to meet defeat at the hands of the S. H. S. Basketeers. A Sheridan lead was maintained thi-oughout. S. H. S. 32—FISHERS 12 In a very slow game, January 16, S. H. S. gained an easy victory over Fishers Station on their own floor. CICERO COPS AGAIN, 25-14 January 22, Cicero appealed in our camp to cop their second victory of the season over the Black and White. It was a fairly even affair until the last few minutes of play when Cicero went on a scoring spree and piled up a 25-14 final. Much blame is laid to the new suits jinx. (page fifty-two) THE SYLLABUS S. H. S. 44—ATLANTA 27 In an exceedingly rough game on the Atlanta floor, the S. H. S. lads experienced little difficulty in defeating that school. COUNTY TOURNEY In the fastest game of the tournament the Black and White warriors were dealt a one point defeat by the Noblesville outfit. Sheridan was unable to hold a 3 point lead late in the game and the final gun found the score standing 30-29. S. H. S. DOWNS CARMEL, 34-23 Before a Homecoming crowd, in a fast game hampered by slow officials, the S. H. S. quintet administered the second defeat of the season, by them, to the Carmel “Greyhounds” on their own floor. S. H. S. 44—FISHERS 14 After a slow start our “Stripes” came back strong in the second half to defeat Fishers Station 44-14. S. H. S. REVENUES DEFEAT, 28-23 In a fairly fast game, the sting of previous defeat at the hands of Arcadia H. S. was removed by a 28-23 victory. S. H. S. 10—KEMPTON 9 It really is a pity Kempton doesn’t take up football in the right way. In spite of our 25 years experience at the game they showed us some fancy line-bucks and end runs we had never thought of before. S. H. S. TAKES NOBLESVILLE, 30-28 Although weakened by the loss of Kercheval at center the Black and White took an overtime thriller from their old rivals, Noblesville. The close guarding and constant retention of the ball by S. H. S. in the overtime period resulted in the victory. The game was said, by some fans, to have been one of the best H. S. games ever witnessed by them. S. H. S. 24—ATLANTA 15 In a slow, rough game the Atlanta squad was dropped by the S. H. S. quintet 24-15. S. H. S. 30—ZIONSVILLE 26 The Black and White wound up their schedule with a hard fought victory over Zionsville, 30-26, on the local floor. S. H. S. COPS SECTIONAL The Black and White Basketeers easily won their way to the finals by victories over Windfall, 27-12, and Atlanta, 22-15. There, minus Robbins, injured in the Atlanta game, and Fancher, they administered a 17-14 defeat to the highly touted Sharpsville Bulldogs to win the right to represent their Sectional at Muncie. In the Regional, handicapped by the absence of Kercheval and Harvey, and the injuries of Robbins and Fancher, the Black and White were eliminated, 16-9, in a very slow game by Noblesville. A total of 606 points, as against 475 for our opponents, was scored during the entire season. W. Miller and Robbins led in the scoring with 180 and 156 points respectively. (page fifty-three) THE SYLLABUS Front Row: Eudaly, Copeland, Aldred, Couden, Norman, and Compton. Back Row: Graham, Eytcheson, Teter—coach, Clark, and Brown. Kempton 6 Sheridan 36 Prairie Township 2 ft 10 Windfall 25 tf 13 Cicero 2 ft 25 Lawrence 18 ft 20 Technical 34 ft 12 Tipton 6 ft 31 Prairie Township 11 ft 20 Reacting from the stimuli of a more or less successful season last year, a squad of high school girls, about 20 in number, came out the first call, to make this, their second, season one of even greater success. The playing season was open early in December with Kempton as the opponent. As a result of the one-sided score, 36-6, the team enthusiasm soared high and predictions for the season were rampant. In the next game the girls dropped the Prairie Township sextet by the score of 10-2. In this game Aldred starred at forward. The Windfall girls came to Sheridan for the third game, unknown except by reputation. Due mostly to the ability of their rangy center to control the tip-off and the flashy work c-f their left forward they were able to carry off the long end of a 25-13 .score. Clark played an exceptionally good game. It was made a goal by the squad to wipe this defeat from the slate in the return (pasre fifty-four) THE SYLLABUS . i' game but owing to sickness of a number of Windfall girls at that date the game was never played. However next year is always to come. Cicero furnished the opposition for the fourth game of the season. As this was the first public appearance of the Cicero outfit it was a very one-sided affair and every girl who had been out all season was given chance to show their merit. When the final whistle sounded the score stood at 25-2. The prowess of the girls was put to a test in the next game against Lawrence. This aggregation came to Sheridan with a record of 10 wins out of 13 starts. However the team was bolstered up by the addition of Eytcheson at center, and the girls won a hard fought victory, 20-18. In this game Compton at forward and Graham at guard put up a very fine showing. Again at Tech the S. H. S. girls measured themselves alongside the best girls team in the state. The Champs proved too fast for them and they were forced to return home with a 34-12 score. Compton, Copeland, Norman and Brown all made creditable showings and received much praise on their ability from the spectators. In the seventh game the Tipton girls were defeated by a 31-6 score. Most of the subs were again used in the game. Compton made a good record by throwing 8 out of 9 free trials. Aldred played well. The season was ended by a 20-11 victory over Prairie Township. The girls much regretted the fact that they were not priviledged to finish then-season with a Noblesville game, as was anticipated but on account of the so-called unsanitary condition of our hall it was postponed. Those not mentioned in the review who deserve special mention for sportsmanship and regularity in practice are: Fisher, Eudaly, L. Newby, Beaid, Bragg, and Ridge. Others out for a part of the season wei-e: II. Newby, M. Haskett, R. Bradfield, and H. Baker. (page fifty-five) Track Track letters for the 1925 season were presented to Cyrus Gunn, Ralph Kincaid and Lester Kercheval. The requirement to win a track letter is to place in the County meet. Last year the Black and White, altho shy of experienced material, made a creditable showing at the County meet held at Westfield April 17. First place was taken by Westfield, second by Carmel, with Sheridan a close third. Much credit is due Kercheval for winning first place in the high-jump and tying for second in the pole-vault. The half-mile relay was won by the Black and White relay team composed of Harvey, Miller, Gunn and Copeland. Due to injuries received in basketball, sickness and bad weather, little is to be expected of S. H. S. in the 1926 season. However as only Kercheval and Kincaid are lost from the string of prospects, it is to be hoped that 1927 will deal more kindly with the thinly-clads and a winning team will be developed. (page fifty-six) THE SYLLABUS Presentation of Letters Before the assembled school, on January 7, sweaters were presented to the eight graduating members of the 1925 football team. Those receiving these awards were Capt. Darnell, four stripes, Kincaid, four stripes, Robbins, three stripes, Kercheval and Ogle, two stripes, and Fancher, Miller and Hiatt, one stripe. Short speeches were made by each fellow upon receiving his sweater and each expressed the hope of a good team for the coming season of ’26. In addition to this the block “S” was presented to the following undergraduate members of the squad; Harvey, Orr, Burton, L. Dell and C. Dell. It is around these men that Coach Kingsolver must build his next year’s team. Later in the year letters were presented, for basketball, to W. Miller, Robbins, Kercheval, Harvey, Fancher, L. Dell, and Kincaid. Basketball Boys Banquet For the first time in the history of Sheridan High School the basketball squad was honored by a banquet. Evidently attempting to make up for the years that had been missed, a series of banquets were arranged in honor of the team. The first of these was held at the home of Mrs. Chas. Robbins. The banquet was served at 7:30 and after the eats the fellows got together in a general discussion of the seasons happenings. Gold basketballs, the present of Mr. A. L. Bennett, were given to each of the eight men participating in the Sectional Tournament The second of these was given at the City Cafe, by Cleland Worley, Bert Southard and Mr. Albert Kester, the Proprietor. This was a chicken supper and was much appreciated by the fellows, not only from the eating standpoint but from the backing it showed we had received from these men during the season. A third banquet was held at the home of Mrs. O. T. Kercheval. There the boys received another real feed, after which another general confab was held. The fourth and last of the suppers was given by Mrs. Susie Miller. With this, the best basketball squad ever put out by S. H. S. disbanded hoping for a successful ’26-’27. At each of these suppers a vacant place was left for Beeson Harvey, the only member unable to attend, and the hope for his speedy recovery was expressed by all. (page fifty-seven) T H E S Y L L A BUS 4 ITE I agre fifty-nine) THE SYLLABUS “TRYING OUT AN INSPIRATION” HE hands on the clock pointed to three. One more hour before school was out for the evening. Eat Clark, called Harold by his teacher, sighed deeply, attacked his chewing gum more energetically and turned over another page. He was quite sure he would never learn his history lesson, but then he could not see anything else to do so he supposed he might as well try it. Fat was in the sixth grade and it was as deep a mystery to him as it was to Miss Allen, his present teacher, how he had ever got that far. And Miss Allen asked herself that question fifty times a day. Fat was perfectly willing to admit that he wasn't brilliant and he was quite sure that he didn’t care. Today had been especially trying, he had had to stand on the floor an hour just because he had accidently let some marbles fall out of his pocket onto the floor. Now if there was anything more unreasonable than making any one stand on the floor for a little thing like that he couldn’t think of it. Just then he noticed that Jim was trying to attract his attention. But Miss Allen was looking at him as usual, so he scowled at him although he would have liked to know what he wanted. Why did she have to watch him all of the time, it was unjust and he began thinking of some way to get even with her. Mary O’Connell sat in front of him and he had a special reason to dislike her, for she always made fun of him when he made mistakes. She had long curls and as he sat looking at them he had an idea. He took his chewing gum and stuck them all together at the ends. He could hardly keep from laughing when he thought of how she would act if she knew it. Then the bell rang for dismissal and Fat arose with a most relieved feeling, of one more day over. As he went after his hat it occurred to him that it would be quite the part of discretion to get away from the school building and Miss Allen as soon as possible. At first he thought he would not go back into the room but Miss Allen was standing in the doorway so he went back in. As the girls went past Miss Allen, what Fat feared happened. She noticed something strange about Mary’s hair. She stopped her and asked her why it was fixed like that. Fat began to feel desperate, he had a foieboding of evil. As soon as Miss Allen looked at Mary’s curls, she knew what was wrong and had a good idea who was guilty. She looked over the room of children and Fat felt her eye fasten upon him. He did not have the courage to look up. When she said, “Who did this,” Fat sank farther down into his seat. No one answered and the longer Miss Allen looked at him the more uncomfortable he became. He began to feel that life wasn’t worth living. And then Miss Allen asked “Harold do you know anything about this?” “No”, he answered in a weak voice for he said to himself, “I don’t know anything about it and she didn’t ask me if I did it.” But he soon found that she was not through with him for she said, “Then you did not do this?” What remained to be said, so he answered, yes. She demanded “Yes what, do you mean you did or that you did not?” He knew this was the end so he got up enough courage to admit that he had done it. “I will settle this with you after school,” announced Miss Allen. (pasta sixty) THE S Y LL A B U S ♦rt . How he would have liked to have gone out with his friends. But he had to sit there and mentally picture what was to happen. He let his imagination go as far as it would for he knew that Mary was Miss Allen’s niece, which made matters worse than they would otherwise have been. From outside he heard the voices of his friends as they started toward home. Then Miss Allen came back in and he looked defiantly at her as she came up to him. She stood and looked at him a few minutes before she said anything. This did not add to Fat’s comfort in the least. He even began to feel guilty. Her words added to his discomfort for she said, “What do you think would be a fitting punishment for anything like that?” Fat answered, “I don’t know.” “You have tried my patience this entire year and I am tired of it”, she told him, “so I think I had better make you remember it.” Too late did Fat wish he had never thought of it for his despair was increasing with every moment. And when she said, “I usually settle these matters myself but this time you shall go to the principal”, he felt the last ray of hope leave him. For all too frequently had he heard what might be expected from the principal who seldom showed any one mercy. So it was with a sinking heart and a despondent droop to his shoulders that he left the room and started up the stairway leading to the principal’s office. “BELLA’S COMING AND GOING” 'VY'vELLY ran the automobile straight down the driveway to the carriage Ml) house; as he shot past the back porch he hurled out a package, and the instant he could alight after entering the building he trundled the door shut behind him. “Where are the other things?” Miss Derby shouted. She was examining the roast suspiciously as she spoke. “I’ll bring them right in!” came Melly’s shrill reply from behind the door. In spite of the promise several minutes elapsed before the boy finally appeared with his arms full of bundles. “What were you in such a hurry for?” his aunt inquired eyeing him narrowly. “Why,” said he, “it’s—it’s awfully hot out in the sun; I wanted to get in a cool place as soon as I could.” “Humph! It looked that way. Have you get everything I sent for?” “Yes’m.” “How much meat did you get?” “Just what you sent for.” ‘There isn’t five pounds here, or anything like it. Who cut it? “John—he mostly cuts the meat don’t he?” He doesn’t usually haggle a roast like this one—it looks as if it had been haggled out with the hoe.” (page sixty-one) THE SYLLABUS ■$ 4 Well, Aunt Kate,” said Melly, wriggling under her fixed gaze, “Maybe the scales ain’t been inspected lately.” “I’ll take this right back and demand and explanation.” “Aw,” said Melly, wriggling even more than before, “I wouldn’t make a fuss, Aunt Kate. I—I think they mean well.” Miss Deiby cocked her head. “What’s that noise?” “I don’t think I hear anything, Aunt Kate,” Melly murmured faintly. “Melancthon Derby, what is there out in the carnage house?” “Why—why,” he stammered, “there’s the old milk wagon, and the car, and—” “O pshaw,” Miss interrupted stamping her foot. “You know what I mean. Melancthon Derby, what animal have you out there?” “Oh,” exclaimed Melly, “Why Aunt Kate, I’ve got an awful big surprise for you.” “What is it?” “You remember what a lot of tramps there were round here last fall, don’t you? I don’t feel safe-” “Melancthon Derby,” she exclaimed, “have you gone and got a dog?” “You said I couldn’t have a big dog.” “Indeed I did.” “Well, I didn’t.” “And you can’t have a little one either.” “Don’t I know it,” said Melly. “I didn’t get either kind. This is a medium size dog.” “And you fed about a pound and a half of beef to it, didn’t you?” Miss Derby asked. “Well, said her nephew, “I didn’t weigh it, but I fed her some. She was awful hungry.” “Where did you gft it?” “Why She’s been out in Mr. Maynards back yard. Alice let me have her. I didn’t pay a cent for her Aunt Kate.” “What sort of a dog is this?” Melly cleared his throat and stared rather blankly at her. “I don’t just know,” he finally admitted. “Maybe she’s part setter and part collie, and I wouldn’t wonder if she was an Irish bird dog, or spaniel, or something. She’s awfully kind, though, and she watches like everything.” Melly was musily washing for dinner when a few minutes later Miss Derby stepped (pa e sixty-two) THE S YL L A B U £ out upon the back porch on some household errand and halted, transfixed. From beneath the carriage house could be seen seven little dogs, gamboling in the sunshine. “Melancthon Derby,” Miss Kate shrieked, “Have you had the audacity to bring a whole family of dogs here?” “Ain’t they cute, Aunt Kate?” said Melly, peering around the towel with which he was scrubbing his face. “Look at those two little fellows rolling over and over.” “Why! why!” his aunt began after which she failed to find words. Not a word was muttered during the meal. “Melancthon,” she finally said with a long drawn sigh, “Go down and feed them- -I don’t want them to suffer. I shall consider the matter. One thing impressed Miss Derby as an absolute necessity—the puppies like Carthage must be destroyed. Seven puppies could not be endured. At last Miss Kate made up her mind. Rising at the peep of dawn she filled a bucket with water and hurried to the carriage house. She took two roly-poly puppies out and carried then outside. Slie was about to drop them in when one whined. She glanced at it. The puppy looked at her and licked her wrist. “Oh dear.” said she. “It does seem to me that sometimes 1 have more trials than I can endure.” As the other puppy snuggled against her she saw Bella, the old dog appear. It rubbed affectionately against her knees. “Oh you cunning little wretch,” she cried, as she replaced them and emptied the bucket. Melly soon found Bella’s large family both a responsibilty and a care. Seven were to much of the good thing. Miss Kate left them alone for she was afraid that she might grow fond of them. When they tore his rubbers into strips she merely smiled. They dug in the garden and the pansy bed. “It seems to me,” remarked Melly one day, “That there are plenty of boys who need dogs.” “Humph” was her rejoinder. The next day you could see on going down the road past the orchard a sign: FOR SALE—Choice Spaniels. Only $10 apiece. Inquire of P. M. Derby. Upon seeing this Miss Kate was scandalized by the dishonesty of the sign and his spelling. “You must paint out that sign right off,” his aunt remonstrated. “I will in the morning, but I don’t see how I am going to sell them if I don’t advertise,” said Melly discontentedly. Late that night Miss Derby was awakened by a yelp from the oichard. In the moonlight she saw a W'agon in the road, and two men running back and forth between it and the dog kennel. Miss Kate gasped. Never before had she rejoiced in a theft but conscience told her to protest. (l� ajr2 sixty-three) , THE SYLLABUS “Stop theif, Stop thief.” she called shrilly, but the vehicle was rumbling down the hill. “Some men have stolen Bella’s family, Melly.” “Well!” said Melly, “I did hope to sell one but never mind I’ll take away that box in the morning; and I won't have to paint out that sign now, will I Aunt Kate? “A GOOD ENDING OF A BAD BEGINNING.” SOMETHING was wrong;—in fact everything was and had been wrong. Jimmie Coffman sensed that as he sat gazing dreamily out of an upper class room window. It seemed to Jimmie that the assignments were steadily increasing and at present were fair representatives of what one would expect at college. Besides this it seemed as if he were continually getting himself canned from English and Latin classes. Only the week before, he had been asked to stay from Latin class until he knew enough to refrain from carrying young mice in his pockets. Of course Jimmie had meant no harm but the mice had crawled out and caused considerable consternation among the members of the fair sex in the elas. Jimmie's dreams of the past were now trampling upon each other in order to pass in review before his mind’s eye. “James, will you explain that paragraph?” No answer. “James, explain that paragraph.” Still no answer. Jimmie was still too preoccupied with his dreams to hear Miss Blakely, his English teacher, speaking. Then the storm broke. “James Coffman,” fairly shouted Miss Blakely. “Ma’am?” came the startled reply. “If you think this is a place for sleeping you are entirely mistaken. This is the third time this week I’ve caught you napping. I’m tired of you not paying attention You may leave the class.” “But Ma’am—” came from astounded Jimmie. “Don’t ‘but ma’am me.” Miss Blakely's temper w’as fast rising beyond control. “Get out.” Jimmie got. Such was life. Teachers certainly were unreasonable people. Proceeding to the assembly hall he was promptly “bawled out” for creating a disturbance upon entering. The remainder of the morning passed uneventfully. Jimmie was no longer asleep. Instead his mind' vras busily engaged trying to think up some sob story to tell when the English class event was told to his parents as he knew it would be by his kid sister in the class below him. Visions of a nice little woodshed party and a razor strop filled his mind. Dinner having been almost completed and nothing having been said of the mornings events, Jimmie was beginning once more to become elevated in spirits. Perhaps after all Jane might not have told. His hopes were short lived though, for on arising (pajye sixty-four) THE SYLLA B U S from the table Mr. Coffman remarked, “James I’d like to see you a moment outside.” “Y—Yes Sir,” replied Jimmie and arose to follow his father. Once outside Mr. Coffman turned to Jimmie and said, “Jimmie I hear you had a little trouble at school this morning.” “Yes Dad, I got canned from class.” Somehow Jimmie couldn’t think of all those wonderful alibis he had had in mind. “Tell me the whole story, Son.” Jimmy did. He told it all just as it had happened. A the conclusion Mr. Coffman said, “Well, son, I’m sorry it happened. This is your last year and you are to old to lick for such a thing. I’ve done it myself on pretty days when I was in school and I think I understand. Try to do better next time. Mr. Parker tells me your science is very good and acting on his suggestion I think I’ll allow you to go to Illinois as you wished when you have finished next year.” “Thanks Dad,” replied the much impressed Jimmie. “And by the way, son,” called back his father as he was leaving, ‘you may use the car tonight if you wish.” It was a light hearted and cheerful Jimmie that returned to school. No longer wei e the assignments so hard as before and next morning all were surprised at his recitations in English. But none knew that the talk with dad was the thing that caused the change. N the Union High School it had been decided a good thing to elect a council. The duties of the council were to punish violations for cheating on tests, pass any new rules seen fit regarding conduct in the building and other similar things. There were just one hundred and forty one pupils. One more girl than boys. The two candidates for Mayor were Mildred Browning and Tom Borden. The girls had decided to stand together in this election and in this way Mildred would receive one more vote than Tom. It had been settled among the girls that the election would of course go to Mildred but when the time came to read the votes every one was excited. Mr. Myers broke the silence of the room room by announcing: “Mildred Browning.” “Tom Borden.” “Another for Mildred.” It seemed almost that the votes came in rotation, first for one candidate then the other. Once or twice Mildred swept into the lead and with hardly more than a dozen votes left she seemed certain of victory. But the next four votes were for Tom. The score was now sixty-four in favor of Tom. “The next few minutes will tell the tale,” Mary Todd whispered. “ELECTING THE MAYOR (pa«e sixty-five) THE SYLLABUS 3- “Mildred's sure to be chosen,” Jean said. The principal continued counting. “Mildred,” he announced. It was even now eleven votes remaining. “Tom.” “Tom.” Mary’s face clouded, “It’s got to come out allright,” she whispered. Mildred was standing a little to one side gazing out of the window, her hands were clasped tightly together and the old spirit of battle was in her eyes. It was easily told she wanted to win. “Tom,” Mr. Myers called. That gave Tom a three votes lead, and the count was almost over. “Tom.” Four votes in the lead and only seven left. Jean walked over and stood by Mildred at the window but said nothing. Her eyes were questioning and doubtful. Then suddenly, there appeared a change of voting. Mildred’s name was read four times. This made her one vote in the lead and only two remaining. Mr. Myers hand shook as he picked out the next ballot. He was excited as much as any one else. “Tom,” he announced his voice trembling. Mildred clasped her hands behind her and turned away from the window. The rest waited breathlessly, too excited even to move. Mr. Myers took a long time unfolding the next ballot. There was every reason to believe that the final vote was for Mildred because the girls of the school had the majority of one vote. The principal opened it carefully, smoothed it out and examined it with curious eyes. When he looked up his face was expressionless. “The last vote,” he announced slowly, “is for Tom Borden.” A gasp from Jean was the first sound to break the silence. “The first Mayor of this council,” Mr. Myers said, “is Tom Borden.” His eyes searched the group of boys crowded about the table. “Where is Tom?” he asked. “Out practicing basketball,” one of the boys answered. “We’ll let him know though just as soon as we can find him.” The boys pushed their way out of the room in search of the new mayor. “I suppose,” said Mildred calmly, “there’s nothing for us to do now except go home.” Mary Todd announced that there was a traitor among the girls and suggested that they try to find out who it was. This was not approved by the rest of the girls so it was given up. The incident apparently was ended. But later in the afternoon when Mildred and Jean had left the others and were walking home together, Jean brought up the subject again. (page sixty-six) T H E S Y L I. A B U S “What do you think really happened?” Jean asked. “I don’t know,” Mildred’s eyes were sober. “It isn’t getting beat that bothers me,” she said, “but it hurts to think that there’s a girl in the high school who doesn’t like me well enough to vote for me.” The subject was dropped at this and never mentioned again over the week-end. On Monday morning they met Tom in the hall and at the sight of the girls he stopped uncertainly. Mildred offered her hand and smiled, “Congratulations,” she said. Tom. did not act like one who had just won a victory. “When does the council meat?” Mildred asked. “This afternoon at three o’clock,” he turned to Jean, “You'll be there won’t Tom glanced at Mildred and frowned. “You ought to be on the council,” he said. “But I’m not,” Mildred answered lightly. Somehow the conversation was not going very well, so Tom excused himself and left. “Tom's all right,” Mildred declared. “I really belive he’s sorry he won.” At the meeting in the afternoon Tom began by saying, “I have just had a long talk with Mr. Myers and he suggests I appoint another officer to draw ordinances and help the other officers. “That would be up to you to decide, wouldn’t it?” Jean asked. “Yes,” Tom answered, “and if you are willing, I'll name Mildred Browning.” Even Jean admitted that Tom had done a fine thing, and when the girls told Mildred of the appointment, she accepted instantly. The girls decided that even if you do not win at first you will be successful sooner or later if you try. OT long ago,—in fact, it was last winter, I had a terrible accident which seemingly influenced my whole life. I fell on the ice and sprained my ankle. How it all came about was: I took my best girl friend out to the skating pond where the kids skate every winter. I was trying to perform some of those funny figures on the ice, which are so difficult to do unless you know every movement of the body but which come natural once you have learned them. I thought myself master of the most difficult figures but I guess I was not as my swollen ankle bore witness. I was skimming over the surface performing some of the simple and more of the difficult acts when I happened to swing into the figure eight which had always been hard for me. I was receiving some applause from the bank where a few people had gathered to watch the skaters. I suppose it must have been the sight of the red-tam-o-shanter which made me lose my balance, anyway I fell, not all the way down but enought to say I got there. I got you?” “Yes.” “A RUINED BASKETBALL SEASON” (page Kxty-seven) „ THE SYLLABUS ♦ ♦ to my feet as quickly as the ice would allow and seemed to be perfectly all right except for a little stab of pain in my right angle when I started to skate again. I thought I was none the worse for my tumble and I started on the long walk home with Jane, of the red tam-o-shanter. Jane to my notion is about all a girl should be. She’s little and light as a fairy, the top of her shiny black head barely reaches my shoulder. Above all Janie’s a good sport; I suppose she had to be though being so tiny, probably if she wasn’t she would get a lot of hard bumps. But Jane has a temper though; let me tell you she can hold her own. I'll never forget the only time she has ever been mad at me. Her eyes flashed fire; they simply glowed, I suppose partly from tears, I don’t know much about girls but I guess they are all right. I happened to say something about how one of her friends dresses; so old-fashioned and everything. She was on her feet in a minute, (we had been sitting in the orchard) her eyes flashed fire as I said before. She exclaimed, “Why you—, John Kildare. I’d be ashamed that’s what I would. You know what a nice girl Mary is. She can’t help it because her clothes are so terrible. I’ll never speak to you again. Speaking like that about someone who isn’t here to defend herself, I’d be ashamed.” With that she ran toward the house and left me wondering what in the name of common sense I had done. She was angry for about a week; turned her head every time I looked at her. Every time she saw me coming on the stieet she would turn no matter how far the street took her from her way home. But it’s all patched up now. I don't know exactly how, maybe somebody told her some “good deed,” as mother calls it, I had done. Anyway we had been very friendly for the past week brfore the skating party. As we walked along the dusk, that fell early these winter days, we talked of our ambitions. Jane said she wished to be a trained nurse. I suppose all girls sometimes in their lives desire to be nurses. I know my sister did and I think she is a typical girl. I told Jane my ambition was to be a professional baseball player. She said, “Oh John, how grand, I hope that you can be the best that ever breathed.” I’d heard this wish time and time again for she always expressed her delight in almost the same words. As we were talking I felt a stab of pain run down my ankle, but thought nothing of it for it was gone almost before it came. I took Jane to her home at the other end of the town, and trudged back home, for I was beginning to feel the effects of a very busy day. When I reached home, mother knew something was wrong. I probably did’t eat as much as usual, because she kept asking, “Won’t you have another biscuit, John?” or “John don’t you want another piece of pumpkin pie?” I usually didn’t have to be urged to take a second helping, I generally asked for it. Every little while at the table my ankle would ache so I thought it was surely coming off. But when I looked at it, there it was true and twice as big as natural. After that night I spent several days in bed with a badly strained ankle, but I wasn t wholly without comfort, my buddies of the baseball diamond were running ir. to while away the time and to put a brake on my disappointments. (l a«e sixty-ciirht) T HE SYLL A B U S Jane came often bringing tempting dishes of things to cat, but this could not take away the sting of disappointment of not getting to play baseball the coming season. I am looking forward to a good opening the next, but I know its going to hustle me and a lot of others. OBERT Fuller had a habit of running around with some rough boys. One day' his father saw him and was very much displeased, because he had thought for some time that his son was learning bad habits, and now he knew the cause. He was very sorry but thought it best not to punish Robert at the present. However that day Mr. Fuller brought to the house six beautiful apples. He gave them to Robert, telling him to lay them away for a few days until they should become mellow. Robert did as his father told him. Just as he was putting them away his father laid on the dish a seventh apple, which was quite rotten, and asked Robert to let it stay there. “Father,” said Robert, “the rotten one will spoil all the others.” ‘Do you think so?” Why should not the six good apples make the bad one good?” asked his father. And with these words he walked away. One evening a few days later Robert put on his cap and started out the door. His father asked him where he was going. “Oh just up town. I'll be back in a few minutes,” Robert replied. But Robert did not return in a little while nor was he even at home when the clock struck twelve. His father became quite worried and decided he would sit up until his son returned. When the clock struck one Mr. Fuller was walking the floor. At half past one a noise was heard on the porch. The door opened and Robert stumbled in. He was a sight, bare-headed with his hair stringing down his face. The odor of whiskey was plainly detectible. Mr. Fuller almost fell over when he saw his son. He knew that there would be no use talking to Robert while he was in that condition. The next morning Mr. Fuller asked his son to get the apples which he had lain away. When Robert looked at the apples he found that they were all rotten. “Oh, father” he said, “this is what I thought would take place when you told me to leave the rotten apple with the good ones. Did 1 not tell you that the bad ones would spoil the good ones.” “My boy,” said his father, I have often told you not to keep company with bad boys for just as the bad apples have spoiled the good ones, so the company of such boys will make you bad. You did not think so and I have tried to teach you a lesson with these apples. Robert hung his head. He never forgot the lesson which his father had taught him. When any of the boys tried to get him to go with them he thought of the rotten apples and politely turned away from them. “BAD APPLES” (page sixty-nine) T HE SYLLABUS A Tragedy (By Edward D. Kin}?) i LBOD was in love. There was no denying the fact. He sat, or rather flung him-self into a chair and proceeded to meditate on the fact. A melancholy expres-sion covered his face and forlorn thoughts forced themselves into his brain. The whole trouble lay in the fact that he was not financially able to be in love. And to prove that troubles never come singly, Christmas was coming upon him with fast and relentless strides. And Jane must have a present, not some trinket, but a gift worthy of his devotion. As the shirt said in the washing, there was the rub. Presents cost money and excessive wealth was never one of our hero’s troubles. He rose and sauntered slowly toward the business district. Meanwhile he thought, and thought, and thought. But no ideas penetrated his troubled brain. Perhaps thinking was not one of Elrod's traits. He approached the downtown district and was annoyed by the flood of presents in the windows. They laughed at him, insulted him, mocked him. Presents for mama. Presents for papa. Presents for wife. Presents for hubby. Presents for the baby. And lastly and most insulting of all, presents for sweetie. Elrod gi unted. Not a pleasant grunt, but one that showed extreme disgust. More thoughts. He might shovel snow for the neighbors, or carry out ashes. But that was work! Elrod turned pale. What if he should be forced to work! The vilest of all evils. He turned into the drug store, where he was insulted once more. Henery, the bilious looking clerk was jovial enough in his greeting, “Hello El., whatcha gonna get your sweetie for Christmas?” Elrod turned savagely, as he might have turned on a Freshman, who attempted to be friendly. “What’s it to you,” he roared, his feelings wounded. “Nothing,” said the other, “Only ya don’t need to get so hard about ut, I only astcha a civil question.” Elrod said nothing but put an aged and scratchy old piece on the victrola and proceeded to play the same. The clerk in the meantime busied himself by pasting of gummed paper on a white caidboard. Elrod sat staring into space, dark, gloomy space. Customers entered and the clerk became busy, selling presents. Everything for Christmas. People spent money recklessly, relentlessly flaunted it in the face of poor Elrod, who meditated pitifully on the sadness of life. It was a haid, hard life. Enough to move a man to drink. The customers left and the clerk returned to his work. Suddenly the clerk turned toward Elrod. “Gotta pencil, El?”, he demanded. “Yes.” (A voice from the depths of the giave.) “Well, lend ut to me a minute.” Elrod rose and produced the desired object. The clerk took it, wrote the number “four” on a slip of paper, folded the paper, placed it at the top of the cardboard and placed a gummed seal over it. Elrod watched these proceedings with mechanical but lagging interest, but strangely enough the number “four” impressed itself on his memory. He took his pencil, stuck it in his pocket, and decamped. Home the wanderer turned his weary way, accompanied by two longings, one to shut himself in his room, to keep from facing the cruel hard world, the other to smash a brick through the beautifully dressed window of Willweith’s Dry Goods Store. However, he made Satan keep to his rear, and reached home without committing any act of violence. Elrod was not in a desperate or violent mood, he was moved to brink of tears by self pity. At supper Elrod ate mechanically and without tasting the delicious hash his mother-had prepared from the dinner leftovers. (page seventy) THE SYLLABUS “You seem to be ill this evening, Roddy”, wheezed his mother, through a mouthful of fried potatoes. “I ain’t either,” he denied, “and my name ain’t Roddy, its Elrod.” ,“Well alright,” she said, secretly contemplating a dose of salts, “Only you had better be more civil or you won’t get any Christmas present.” She had unknowingly flicked a raw spot. Her beloved son, gnashed his teeth, tore his hair, rose from the table, (knocking over the chair) stumbled over the dog, and went out. He strode up Maple street and passed Jane’s house where she caught a glimpse, through the window, of that person. The wareagle look immediately left his eyes and the love light filled them. Dan Cupid certainly had shot straight and hard. But he could not linger. He had not the nerve to face her and it was not pleasant standing in the cold. He turned towards town and Casey’s Drug Store. In that place he found gathered quite a number of young gentlemen. They were grouped around the cigar case behind which stood our friend Henery who was exclaiming in a loud voice. “Come on fellows only one left. Some one take this number and we’ll raffle er off. Think what a nice present this’ud make for your sweetie. Come on oniy one left. Number four.” Number four! Elrod started. And then he looked at the present. An enormous five pound box of candy! A great hope swelled in our hero’s manly bosom. With great effort he controlled the impluse to rush madly forward. Instead with a studied tone of carelessness he said, “I’ll take it. Let’s get this over.” “Aw right.” Henery stepped off the box and calmly received Elrod's last quarter. Then he stepped up to the punch board and tore off the sticker. “Whee!” he exclaimed. “Looky what you fellows passed up. The number is four, and the lucky winner is Elrod Wintergreen. With a sigh of relief Elrod stepped up and received his prize. The silver lining had shone at last. Where all was grief and sorrow now was joy. Disregarding the wise cracks of the unlucky gamblers he left the store and turned a joyous face towards home. Crowds of thoughts flitted through his mind. Joyous thoughts. Happy thoughts. He entered the house and set the candy on the table. From the kitchen came his mother’s cheerful voice. “Roddy.” “Yes, Mama.” Come and see the nice box of candy Roddy. I bought it for you to give to Jane.” A shot rang out. Mrs. Wintergreen rushed into the room and stood aghast at the dreadful sight that met her eyes. Lying crumpled on the floor, in a crimson pool of blood, and with a smoking revolver in his hand, lay the form of her dead son. CALENDAR FIRST MONTH Mon.—Eighty two new green things found sprouting in S. H. S. Wed.—Found Mr. Kereheval in upper assembly, searching for lost Freshmen. Mon.—A call for volunteer second team football men. What was their fate. Wed.—Prof. Bradley is kind enough to find twenty minutes extra time for “tardy kids.” Fri.—Pep session. Yea! Rah! Gary! Sat.—Gary 10. Sheridan 0. Mon.—How does chalk get scattered on the floor? Tues.—Glee Clubs organize. Thurs.—Rev. McPheeters talks to us—“Whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap.” Sat.—S. H. S. 19 Westfield 6. Tues.—Attention! Fire drill! Mon.—An Assembly is a wonderful place to sleep. (pase seventy-one) THE SYLLABUS Wed.—Joe Leap takes a sudden seat on the floor. Thurs.—Chapel—Rev. Colts present. Fri.—Company! State Fire Marshal speaks on fire prevention. Sat.—S. H. S. 27 Mai'ion 6. SECOND MONTH Thurs.—Chapel conducted by Rev. Stafford. Sat.—We visit the coal mines. Linton 13—S. H. S. 0. Mon.—A new schedule. Can we sit still 45 minutes ? Tues.—Seniors are said to be worse than Freshmen. How are they? Sat.—S. H. S. 32—Hartford City 0. Tues.—Lost, strayed or stolen! What? Charlie Kinkead’s love letters! Please return at once. Reward. Fri.—Lost! The official for the Noblesville-Sheridan game. Mon.—We want a game with Noblesville! Tues.—The school clock is entirely too fast; especially for some. Sat.—Fine day for ducks. S. H. S. 13 Jeff of Lafeyette 0. THIRD MONTH Mon.—Why so much demand for Vol. 40 of Harvard Classics? Wed.—Teachers remind us of traffic cops, one on each corner. Sat.— S. H. S. 27 Peru 0. Wed.—Mr. Kercheval says his classes have contracted and grown more dense. Sat.—Revenge is sweet. S. H. S. 36—Kirklin 0. Mon.—Thank you Mr. Trester, for the Noblesville game. Wed.—Better late than never. S. H. S. 27—Noblesville'0. Mon.—Spelling Match. Lowell West is champ. Fri.—Freshmen, Sophomores, and Juniors pose for picture man. FOURTH MONTH Mon.—Ciphering contest. The Freshmen won't give us a chance. Tues.—How do Hinshaw’s books get misplaced so much? Fri.—Ruth Hodson in Physics class, during discussion of fishing in silence. “Even if the fish could hear, they wou'd nt understand.” Sat.—B. B. season opened. Veedersburgh 21—S. H. S. 5. Tues.—Visitors Welcome Old Grads. Thurs.—Examinations. Fri.—MORE EXAMINATIONS. S. H. S. 28—Kcmpton 8. Sat.—S. H. S. loses to Cicero 38-21. Tues.—General attitude—“What’s the use, anyway?” Exams over and Xmas almost here. Wed.—'The Syllabus begins to materialize. Thurs.—Hurray. School only until noon. We’re busy making plans for next semester. Wishing you all a Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year. Mon.—Reseated for better or for worse. Tues.—Mr. Northam says it isn’t safe to leave the Seniors alone. Thurs.—Gaylord Good in Economics—“People of the lower classes do not care for airplanes.” Football boys get sweaters and letters. Fri.—The Seniors are well pleased with their new seating. (Are the teachers?’ We dropped a game to Arcadia, 35-20. Sat.—Yea Sheridan! S. H. S. 29—Tipton 22. FIFTH MONTH Mon.—Seniors are back in their old places, under close and constant inspection. Wed.—We welcome the new Junior Faculty member—William Kingsolver, Jr. Fri.—Morning. Better late than never. S. H. S. 49—Zionsville 25. Sat.—S. H. S. 29—Boxley 23. Wed.—Oh, the suspense of looking for a State Inspector. Thurs.—The new Town Marshal gives us some orders. Fri.—1925 County Champs fall before S. H. S. Basketsers, 31-16. (page seventy-two) THE SYLLABUS ♦ Sat.—S. H. S. 32—Fishers Station 12. Mon—Aren’t we good when we have company ? Fri.—Are the Juniors going to have a banquet for the Seniors? It’s worrying some. Cicero 25—S. H. S. 14. Mon.—Did the groundhog see his shadow? Ask Mr. Kercheval. Wed.—Tests. If you haven’t anything in your head, just have it in your pocket. Sat.—County Tourney. We lose to Noblesville, 30-29. SIXTH MONTH Fri.—Physics—What would you do if—Your machine refused to run?—You had a flat tire. S. H. S. 34—Carmel 23. Mon.—Will there be a Senior play? Yes, no, may-be so. Wed.—There are rumors of a Junior Jamboree. Fri.—The Freshmen need elevators to help them to reach the library a bit sooner. It might be a means of avoiding the rush. S. H. S. 28—Arcadia 23. Sat.—We seriously wonder where Kempton got their Referee. S. H. S. 10—Kempton 9. Wed.—Kenneth B. and Mr. Northam seem to be much interested in boxing and wrestling this year. Fri.—State Inspectors at last. Aren’t they impressive looking? We take Noblesville 30-28. Sat.—S. H. S. 24—Atlanta 15. Wed.—At last, “Charm School” selected as Senior Class play. Fri.—One more week gone. S. H. S. 30—Zionsville 26. SEVENTH MONTH Mon.—Lots of excitement. Sectional drawings, announced. We drew Windfall Seniors get first 50 Physics questions. Thurs.—Fourth 50 Physics questions. Did you get all your right? Fri.—Those having Sectional tickets excused for the afternoon. We dropped Windfall 27-12 in first round. Sat.—Second round; S. H. S. 24—Atlanta 15. YEA TEAM!!! We stop the growling of the Shsrpsville Bulldogs to win Sectional, 17-14. Mon.___Big pep session with speeches from the team. Mr. O. T. Kercheval, trus- tee, promises S. H. S. a new school building if re-elected. Let’s hope he is. ’ Wed.—B. B. team practices at Cicero. Sat.—We are eliminated from Regional by Noblesville, 16-9. W’ed.—Boys try out for Senior play. Tues.—Spring Fever invades our ranks. . Wed.___We wonder why so many vacant seats this bright spring day? Thurs.—“Charm School” cast announced. . Fri.__Old Grads come home. Common question among Seniors; Is your thesis finished?” Sat.—Harvey took a serious backset. EIG'I'H MONTH Wed.—NOTICE—State Exams next Thursday and Friday. Fri._Freshmen put on a very good Botany Show. Too many big words for the Seniors. . . Mon.—Tues.—Wed.—Review. Review-. Review. Thurs.—EXAMS. Fri.—More EXAMS. . Sat._Junior Box supper and spelling match. Who won ? We don t know. Wed.__Last touches added to the “Charm School.” Thurs.—“The Charm School” presented. Fri.—“Charm School” agiin. Sun.—Baccalaureate. The beginning of the end. Wed.—Senior Day. The last day of their High School careers. Fri.—Commencement. (page seventy-three) Bv ioti PhLPMED KtiOrftSpl't C L aj sv«j A”foN Ji hvf C ie- 3' SuPf Nt In' t Wm-t «1 HCLE Acttdi Mem Gfit- U 'ftosE BtT 9 -fWv EttonMs. Ethics Prof. (On entering classroom)—“Good Morning gentlemen. I shall lecture today on the subject of liars. How many have read the twenty-fifth chapter of the book?” Practically the entire class raised their hands. Ethics Prof.—“Good. You are the very group I am glad to talk to. There is no twenty-fifth chapter. “The time will come,” shouted the lecturer, “when women will get men’s wages.” ‘•Yes,” yelled the little man in the back seat. “Next Saturday night.” A group of Freshmen, while walking in the meadow one clear morning, heard a cow bawling for her calf. “Oh!” exclaimed one of the Frosh, “Which horn did that cow blow?” Raymond S.—“Are you still trying to grow a mustache?” Ben Miller—“Yes, and this is the fourth down.” A traveling salesman, starting on his tiip, was induced by his wife to don his woolen underwear. After a few days the weather warmed up and his wife receivd the following telegram: “S. O. S., B. V. D., C. O. D., P. D. Q.” Short-sightd Lady (In grocery)—Ts that the head cheese over there? Gale Good—No, ma’am, that’s one of his assistants. Fred R.—“Ever have trouble with dyspepsia?” Kenneth P.—“Only when 1 try to spell it.” Darwin D.—“Then it is settled, we are to elope at midnight?” Virginia C.—“Yes, darling”. D. D.—“Are you sure you can get your trunk packed in time? V. C.—“Oh, yes, papa and mama have both promised to help me . (paire seventy-five) THE S Y LLAB U S ■t Lies slumbering here, one, William Ladd, His speed was good, but his brakes were bad. Some Freshmen are so dumb that they drop a penny in the mail box and look up at the town clock to see how much they weigh. Mr. Worley—“Young man, why do I find you kissing my daughter?” Bud K.—“I guess, Sir, it’s because you wear rubber heels”. Insurance Agent—Now that you are married I suppose you will take out an insurance policy.” Verl Baker—“Oh, No! I don’t think she is going to be dangerous.” Nurse (announcing the happy event)—“It's a boy, Professor.’ Mr. Kingsolver (absorbed in study)—“Ask him what he wants.” Ed King—“How are you?” Claude Burton—“Rotten. Got insomnia.” Ed K.—“How come?” Claude B.—“Woke up twice in geometry class this morning. “You will notice,” said the eccentric Physics teacher as he seized the handle of a piece of mechanism, “that this machine is turned by a crank.” And he wondeied at the titter that went round the class. Keith Hiatt(l:00 A. M.)—“Yes, I don’t know how it is, but I feel thoroughly wound up tonight.” Hilda Baker (Yawning)—“How strange! And yet you don’t seem to go.” Buck Fancher—“What did Mary say when you turned out the light and kissed her?” Beeson Harvey—“She said she never wanted to see my face again.” (page seventy-six) T H E SYLLABUS • The End ELL, sir, I’ve had a great many strange experiences in my brief seventeen years in this old world, but never any like the one me and my Pal Mike had the other day. Say, talk about your excitement anil thrills and bein’ scared to death. Well, I was, and so was Mike, Me and Mike together own, or rather did own, a bulldog of uncertain parentage. For the past few months we had been engaged in teaching, or at least trying to teach this dumb brute some of the tricks we had seen performed at a tiaveling dog and pony show last spring. So far we had succeeded in teaching him absolutely nothing. Of all dumb dogs he had the world beat. Why, he couldn’t even fetch a stick, let alone doing some of those wonderful tricks the little show dogs did. That beautiful fall morning, me, Mike, and Ajax, (what a name for a dog, but Mike insisted in naming him after his pa), started out across the fields on a long ramble. Long about noon we stopped on the bank of a large gravel pit and started a fire to cook our dinner. Mike picked up some small sticks he found on the bank and threw them on the fire. Pretty soon, I heard a sizzling and lroking at the fire I saw a piece of cord attached to one of the sticks. I pulled it out and looking closely at the stick I saw in large letters the word “DYNAMITE”. I let out a screech and out into the pit went the stick, and out into the pit went that fool dog Ajax. Out he scrambled and started out across the fields after me and Mike. Coming to a barbed wire fence, Mike got through but I caught the seat of my pants and there I stayed. O Lord, and that dog only about fifty fret away. All my past sins and misdemeanors passed before me tiodding on one another’s heels in their haste. Then it happened. One deafening roar and Ajax disappeared, I came lose, and Mike went rolling. When I recovered from my fright I found, where they had lit, by my side a string of hot dogs, all that was left of poor Ajax. Of A Perfect Dog (pjuce seventy-seven) THE SYLLABUS Ruth Me.—“Who is that fellow with the long hair?” Martha White—“He’s a fellow from Yale.’ Ruth Me.—“Oh, I’ve often heard of those Yale locks.” Ed King (Bumping into roll of barbed wire)—“I wish that roll were in the lower regions.” Bob Ogle—“Better wish it somewhere else. You might run into it again.” Miss Teter—“A penny for your thoughts.” Mr. Kercheval—“What do you take me for, a slot machine?” Doyle Me.—“I give you to understand that I don’t stand on trifles.” Mr. Northam (Glancing at his feet)—“So I see.” Van Miller—“I don’t suppose you keep anything so civilized as dog biscuits in this one-horse, rundown, jay town, do you?” Village Merchant (pleasantly)—“Oh, yes, stranger. Quite a few folks like you come through from the city, ar.d we aim to have everything called for. Have ’em in a bag or eat ’em here?” Guest—“What’s the matter w-ith this colfee? It tastes like mud.” Waiter—“Yes, Sir, it was ground this morning.” Man (In barber chair)—“Be careful not to cut my hair too short, people might take me for my wife.” “This is a great help,” said the stude as he looked into his book during an exam. “The world revolves about me,” screamed the drunkard. Would you call Mary a chicken because her boss told her to lay some eggs in the store window? (page seventy-eight) THE S Y L LA BUS “There’s no present like the time,” exclaimed the pretty girl as she gazed at her new wrist watch. “I certainly would say that the porcupine as an animal, has a great many fine points,” exclaimed Faimer Corntassle. The cost of chicken dinner depends on how many chickens you invit “Everybody helps,” quoth the undertaker when asked about business conditions. “I’m getting quite a kick out of this party,” said the crashee as he sailed out on the toe of the butler. “I’ll bite,” said the dog, as the tramp stepped into the yard. Mary went to a fortune teller the other dav and asked him when was the best time to get married. Well, he took one look and advised her to grab the first chance. “We are bringing up an unpleasant subject,” said the king, as they exhumed the body of the traitor. “I think I’ve staited something I can’t finish,” said the frosh as he completed his first day at school. If you saw a trainload of plug tobacco go by, would you call it a chew-chew train?” “This is getting on my nerves,” yelled the patient gently as the dentist applied the needle. FAMOUS SLIPS ------of the tongue Cow------ (pajre seventy-nine) T H E S Y L L A B U S ---------pery customer Princess-------- Bedroom-----------pers ---------of a girl ---------knot Pillow---------- ---------on he ice ---------upstairs Rejection------- ---------me a fiver. Miss Teter—“Give me a sentence with the word vicious. Myrtle B.—“Ye gods and little vicious.” Mr. Bradley—“Ever had Psychology?” Fred R.—“No, only scarlet fever and bronchitis.” Tramp—“Have you seen a policeman around here?” Fred Davis—“No, I am sorry.” Tramp—“Thank you. Now will you kindly hand over your purse and watch.” Scientists say that the ankles of the fair sex are getting larger, but no effort is being made to conceal the fact. FAMOUS CROSSES Criss----------. ----------patch. Railroad------------ing. -----------as a bear. A------------the ocean. The-------------------of Gold. ------------word puzzle. (page eighty) OLLEGE and High School Annuals have come to be recognized as an institution. Year by year they are growing in import' ance and number. They are growing, too, in beauty and character, so that many high school annuals now excel the books issued from colleges a few years ago. In this ad' vancement we have had no small part. For more than twenty' five years we have been helping create representative annuals for schools thruout the middle west and south and thru our help' ful co'operation have won a position of recognized leadership among annual engravers. Last year three of our annuals won four first and second prizes in state and national contests—a testi' monial to our service of which we are proud. This is one of 154 annuals, published in eleven states, that bear the Indeeco imprint this year. Not content to rest on laurels won we have worked out plans to make our service to 1926 staffs more helpful than ever. Editors, business managers or faculty advisors are invited to write and give us opportunity to explain how Indeeco Service can help them publish the best annual they have ever had. Indianapolis Engraving Company 222 EAST OHIO STREET INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA u---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The French Cavalier, the beautiful four'color process engraving on the preceding page, is our own product. Many national advertisers use Indeeco Service regularly and engravings from our commercial depart' went appear in national magazines every wee . THE SYLLABUS i : : I iSuHtupHs IHpu’h £ «tum Steadfast and true, whole-hearted and will-ingly given were your asserted pledges of confidence, trust and cooperation. We needed your help:—you responded, with a smile and a word of encouragement. To you we are grateful and it is our sincere hope that success shall ever be the reward of your efforts. AiutprttKpnmttH (passe ei ?hty-one) THE SYLLABUS “Never--------my path.” Fiery-------. --------eyed. Eliza-----------the ice. Double-------er. --------road. Hot--------buns. Paul Beard—“Why, when I was only three years old I played on the trombone.” Chas. M.—“That’s nothing; when I was only six months old I played on the linoleum.” Elberta Bell—“Your cat made an awful noise on the bade porch last night.” Martha H.—“I’m sorry, but since he ate the canary he thinks he can sing.” Myron H.—“Do you think Greek has much value in modern education?” Darwin Deer—“Certainly, the Greek alphabet enables a fellow to tell which frat he belongs to.” Teacher—“Brodie, explain the meaning of the words derail and detract.” Brodie—“De rail am de ting dat, when tier am two of ’em, makes de track.” The young man raises his first mustache on the installment—a little down each week. Mr. Bradley—“Do you know why the earth turns round the sun on its axis?” Horton Aldred—“Yes, sir, because it doesn’t want to be roasted too much on one side.” Mrs. G. (to Seniors)—“Tomorrow we will take the life of Emerson. Come prepared.” Joe F.—“How long could I live without brains? Floyd Moore—“That remains to be seen.” (page eighty-two) THE SYLLABUS When in need of anything in the building line— Call, Phone 212 0. E. Talbert Son Lumber Merchants Sheridan, Ind. (page eighty-three) THE SYLLABUS 1 We value the confidence L Cook T • . 1 1 and satisfaction of of our customers With above all things Gas, ELSE Convenience i We are proud to and { recommend our Oils Economy f “Always the same. always good” Sheridan Gas, Williams Oil Oil and Coal Co. b d Co. TIRES! TIRES! Goodyear—Firestone Cord and Balloon Tubes and Accessories Expert Steam Vulcanizing Quality Tire Shop Bradfield Mitchell Factory Agents FRESHMAN’S MASTERPIECE RADIOS Phone 114 (page e'uhty-four) THE SYLLABUS You can cut your Coal Costs By Calling Harris Brothers Phone 36 Sheridan, Ind. E ■0 IF IT’S FOR A THE UNIVERSAL CAR WE HAVE IT W. S. PRESSLER Lincoln Fordson. CARS TRUCK S - TRACTOR S SHERIDAN, INDIANA (page eisrhty-five) EJ— THE SYLLABUS ..... 0...... For Prompt and Courteous Drug Service Try Timmons Bros. Phone 8 “Visit our up to date fountain” “Best By Test” Silver Flash Gasoline North Filling Station John Goodner Prop. a... a... EAT MORE Ice Cream “The Health Food” Pulliam Son Phone 222 Sheridan, Indiana } (pace eij-hty-six) M.MMIUl.MIIIMMMMI.IUHMmHIIIMMM.imMtM.. 'X A CALF CLUB PICNIC INDIANA CONDENSED MILK COMPANY SHERIDAN, INDIANA THE SYLLABUS (•JiiMiimiiiiiMiMMiiiiiMiiMiiMiiiiiiiiMniiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiinmi 0 Some drawings in this book I produced by I R. Edwin Boone I COMMERCIAL ARTIST I SIGNS i I POSTERS I SHO-CARDS § I BANNERS PEN AND PENCIL i DRAWINGS AND SKETCHES I BLUEPRINT WORK “Ask My Patrons” C ] mm iMmiinimiiiiiiiiiiimMiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiQ] Ruth H.—“You look down and out and broken hearted-’. Myron H.—“Yes, I have to reach up to touch bottom”. CHILDREN FLAPPERS MISSES LADIES MATRONS in COATS, SUITS, DRESSES, MILLINERY Hamilton County’s Largest Ready-to-Wear Department Traffic Cop—“I arrest you for driving at the rate of forty miles per hour”. Kenneth B.—“How come ? I have only been driving half an hour”. 0 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISIIIIIIIIBI I ■ II111II11111 ■ 1111III I I 0 “Better be insured than Soi'ry” Stanley Beauchamp m imimimum.ininii...niinnii.innp] F. 0. Lanhan (page eighty-eight) THE SYLLABUS ! T.L. Collins E Dress well and Succeed ! Clothing Men’s D. F. Hutchens | Furnishings Co. Men’s OTT fl T10 | Women’s H H { Children’s UlIUlJlJ Dress well and Succeed b “Always Under The j Market ' B........................................................? You Can Get It At (page eighty-nine) THE SYLLABUS QmiiiiiiimiiimiiiMiiiiM.i.miiMiiiiiimm.imimimi,0 For Good Eats City Restaurant Cigars i Tobaccos { and Candies j ] Sheridan, Indiana I B 111111............ nn[i| fTFiiimnmiinnnni mini umiiimnnmmnnnmnmmnt mini HupT) | PRESCOTT’S Variety Store Full of Notions, Toys, Books, Glassware, Tin Ware, Enamel Ware, Aluminum Ware, Yard Goods, Millinery Goods, = Candies, Peanuts. Quimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii......................................... mini [7] A visitor from the great metropolis was sighting in the Quaker City with a friend living there. “People don’t die very often here, do they?” “No, only once,” replied the Quaker calmly. Bunk—Your girl is so crosseyed that the tears roll down her back. Bunkem—Oh, that’s all right. The doctor’s treating her for bacteria. One more crack like that and your through, said the fellow on the bank, as he watched the ice crack under the skater. When visiting the city for the first time, a small country boy suddenly came upon a sprinkling cart in full operation. In great anxiety he ran after it calling to the dnver: “Mister! Mister! You’re losing all your water.” (page ninety) THE SYLLABUS Our Basketball 1 “ : Team Traveled on Deer's Barber Grease Spot Gasoline Shop NUFF-SED The Oil’s ngt bad South Main Street The Grease Spot Corner Main and Fourth H. KERCHEVAL, Mgr. BATHS SHINES ! G t .........................................f Farmers Co-Operative Co. Dealers in [ FEED I ! SEEDS COAL FLOUR G R A IN ! Phone 367 'd) H' (page ninety-one) 0... THE SYLLABUS ...... 'H mi 0 J. G. Antrim | Sc Co. | FURNITURE and Undertaking Ambulance Service Day or Night Phone 16 0« i • in i mu) ii •miiiii mi mi Mint mu 11111,0 Central Barber Shop Fred Scripture, Prop. Baths Shoe Shining and Dying COMPLIMENTS OF Burton Plumbing Co. HEATING PLUMBING ELECTRICAL WORK Phone 157 ...uuinmiimimiiminnifl] rflimninnmimmuiiiutmniimuiininunmniininnimmimin [T] Tailors ! “Old Clothes Made New” “New Clothes Made Too” re.................... [■jm.........in....inn..... iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiunuMniimiumre IHIIIIIHIIIIItlllllllllllllltllllllllJtj Superior Ambulance I Service—Day or Night | FUNERAL DIRECTORS j 7o Serve Humanity Better i | Hinshaw-McDonald j Company | Phone 363 Sheridan I 0 ' ....... in.••■•0 (patce ninety-two) 70785272 TH E S YLLABU S QiiiiiMiMiMimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiMiiiiiMinmiiiiiiiiniiiiiii [a] McCormick-Deering Farm Implements ! The best 95 years ago and the best today. I 0. T. Kercheval Local Dealer I 0' S' The Home of Supreme Flour The Jay Bee Grinder The Blue Star and Blue Jacket Coal | The best place to buy Feed Sheridan | Milling Co. Phone ICO 0 ................................e Have You A Partner? { A PARTNER that sticks with { | you through thick or thin— | | works for you rain or shine— | 1 without grumbling or criticism. | I A partner that helps you over | : the rough spots of life and i 1 leads to independence and com- | | fort in old age. I This partner is a Savings Pass | I Book in this Bank. Open an account TODAY The First National Bank “OUR SERVICE IS AT YOUR SERVICE” Compliments of The New Firm The Sheridan Dry Goods Store (pase ninety-three) IHE S Y L L A B U S Q..I....I.......................... |Q Which Way Are You Headed? i You will find the answer in the | | amount you are SAVING each i I day. = I If vou are SAVING MONEY i I SYSTEMATICALLY vou are i I HEADED FOR SUCCESS and j i no one can hold you back. If you are spending as fast as f I you earn you are headed for | i failure as surely as vou’re alive. I 1 HEAD YOUR SHIP SUCCESS- I WARD. START A SAVINGS ACCOUNT TODAY. We Welcome You | i American State Bank “The Bank of the People” B«.. nil.....in..min..... ninnifT] fi1muiiiiiiiiiiiiiininnn� � imnmininiinii� i� iniiinn� ninnnniin f� T WHEN YOU WANT THE BEST CALL [ W.R.Kercheval I GROCERY FRESH AND CURED MEATS Quality Groceries At the Right Price Phone 143-321 S................................ a Helen N.—“Do you always stutter?” Small Boy—“N-n-n-o. When 1-1 d-don’t s-say n-nothing i-it d-don’t b bother m-me a-at all.” Mother—“How did you lose your teeth, son?” Haiold Deer—“Shifting gears on a lolypop.” Fernald Mills—“Why does your girl always write you in green ink? Harold Moreland—“just a little hint of how jealous she gets.” Fred Couden Phone 374 Sheridan, Ind. B ■a (page ninety-four) £ ■ THE SYLLABUS ,'T Our Motto: | Quick Sales and Small Profits Give Us A Trial | Col. W. A. Miller | Dry Goods, Notions and Shoes f TnnniiiiniiiiiMHHniiiiininimniminiiuiiiiinmiim ■B $ STARTS A f SAVINGS X ACCOUNT We pay 4 per cent, interest | on savings accounts compounded = semi-annually. Farmers National Bank “The Bank That Treats You | Right” Pit............. in n || ii I ii min i mi mum mull in m upl ESTABLISHED 188 3 SHERIDAN’S PIONEER BUSINESS G. H. PALMER Lumber Yards “QUALITY MATERIAL AT REASONABLE PRICES” ......................................... (paj 0 ninety-five) THE SYLLABUS [■limn inn i mum nn tn mi n n ......inn.......iiuiiniiiiiiiiinmiiiiii|7) rnninmiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiimiiiiiiiimniiiiiiniitminnnininiiimmi 0 WE FEATURE THE BEST LINE Gus Duchemin Garage of ! HARDWARE PAINTS and STOVES McCray Hdw. Phone 349 e “Better Equipment makes | a good Farmer Better’’ D 0 a little thinking, satisfied i jj owners are those who can | I keep their cars constantly in | = use with a minimum of trouble. = | The outstanding successes in the | I Automotive Industry have not = occurred by accident. The = | most successful repairmen did = = not reach their places of pro- § | minence through the favor of = the Gods or by any mysterious = formula that is a secret from | I the average man. They have [ : worked energetically. E in inn min n nnnnnnnninnninnnnnnn nn mill pTl W. F. Mace Groceries, Quality Goods Give us a trial Park Avenue Phone 251 (patfe ninety-six) THE SYLLABUS ♦ I- � '♦ yT f� lMlHHlimilllHIIIIIIHHIIIIIHlniltMHIIIIIIIIIlliHlllilimillillllllli [7] r� iminiitniiiniiiiiinniumiinniiinnunimuuinmnuuinmnii nf7] : : 2 2 Furniture! iiimmimm “Fence to Stay Let us supply your furniture ; the Hoosier Way ’ ’ needs at less than one-half the [ I | price of new. i A f|uality piece of used fur- [ 2 niture is a much better invest- 1 2 ment than a cheap new piece. LAWN.MOWEIt GRINDING | FURNITURE REPAIRING 2 | S. A. Moore Son Hoosier Fence Used Goods Store Co.| Phone 63 Sheridan, Ind. [ Sheridan Indianapolis § n a i ■] MM Ml III II111011111111111111II Ml Ml MIlMMIIM MIMMMIMIIl’VJ ‘‘Do It Electrically 9 WATER ICE ELECTRICAL APPLIANCES (pa re ninety-seven) THE S Y LL A BUS The Seniors have just discovered that their density of a morning is directly proportional to their loss of sleep the night before. Fied R.—“Did you hear about the accident last night? Ben Miller—“No, what happened?” Fred R.—“Bud Keicheval was almost killed by a train of thought running through Skinny Miller will now sing a little ditty entitled: “I used to shower my Sweetie with presents, But it ain’t gonna lain no more.” Play Coach—“1 told you to hring a song book to rehearsal.” Myron H.—“Oh, I didn’t need it. I use my head.” P. C.—“I didn’t say to bring a blank book.” The absent minded professor is with us again. The one who kissed his two shoes goodnight and put his two daughters under the bed. his head ii n in 11 it ii urn i nm i imiii m 11 mi mum i llll I III! Ill 11 MU 11111111111111111111 III 0 S 354 FOR = High (Class (Cnuunrrrial Printing THIS ISSUE CF a hr i ijUabua WAS PRINTED BY T£nm ipuhltsliuuj (Cum pa tut ESTABLISHED 1882 SHERIDAN, IND Qju............................... imiii........... ii III!.Ill I Hill IIIIIII III I III III III 11II llllllllllllllllll (pagi nlnety-eiRht) (page ninety-nine) 0 0 « o n •ts QflMItltlMUmillMIIM....................... iiiiimi........... Ml 999919999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999991999999999999J£J 0 H I ( r 05 c3 X w THE SYLLABUS ......................................................0 alu’ i’pntnra JfamupU %M -.X v V Farewell old school, the time has come That time of sad departing. Here parts the path each one must take And strive to fame and fortune make In the race of Life just starting. May follow me through days of strife. And make foursquare my plans of life. A tribute to thy halls. I hope each lesson taught to me Within thy rooms and walls I know that in the course of life, Since time cannot erase it, Your memory, in the after days, Will linger, brighten somber greys For age will not efface it. And so we part, but come as may The school days are the brightest; I know that of the many loads Borne through life on rutted roads, Your yoke is much the lightest. Class of ’26. (pajre one hundred)