Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

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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)

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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)

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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)