Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

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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)

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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)

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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)