Sheridan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Sheridan, IN)

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 Mary McDonald ‘‘Mary” “The worst evils are those that never arrive” CALENDAR EDITOR Latin Club 27 : Glee Club ’27; “Feast of The Little Lanterns.” Delight Beard “De” “When a man seeks your advice he generally wants your praise” Glee Club; Latin Club ’27 ; Basketball ’27 ; “Feast of The Little Lanterns.” SYLLABUS Robert Evans Bob “Heaven never helps the man who will not act.” CIRCULATION MGR. Latin Club 27. Maxine Gregg “Mac” Ambition is not a vice of little people” Typist; Glee Club 27; Latin Club 27. . M I -

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 as Marion Harris “Harris” “Youth is the gay and pleasant spring of life JOKE EDITOR Kempton High School 26. Julia Marlowe “Julia” “My salad days, when I was green in judgment” Whitestown H. S. 27, 28. Ansel Wallace “Ans” “All great men are m some degree inspired” Latin Club 27; Glee Club 29; Band 26. 27. 28, 29 ; Orchestra 26. 27. 28. 29. Alice Kinnick “Slim” “Win hearts, and you have all men’s hands and purses.” Latin Club 27. Ralph Calvert “Curley” “Rest is the sweet sauce of labor” Mary DeaKyne “Mary” “It is far easier to know men than to know man” Glee Club 27. 28; “Feast of The Little Lanterns.”

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Senior Class History, 1 929 In the fall of ’25, seventy-five queer little folk came up the walk of the old school building. Even if we had been there before we seemed lost. Soon with Miss Teter and Mr. Kingsolver as our sponsors we elected officers: President, John Newby; Vice-President, Byron Stout; Secretary-Treasurer, Rosemary Bradfield. The year passed with little excitement, for we had few social activities. The next year we chose Miss Teter as our sponsor and elected officers: President, Byron Stout; Vice-President, Martha Haskett; Secretary-Treasurer, Rosemary Brad-field. This year we donated enough money to help buy some sweaters for football. Mr. Bradley was very generous and let us have three parties, only to have our refreshments stolen at the first one. Then we became juniors. With Mr. Bennett as our sponsor we again chose executives. They were: President, John Newby; Vice-President, Tom White; Treasurer, Rosemary Bradfield; and Secretary, Horton Aldred. We saved our money and put on a play successfully. This enabled us to give a Junior-Senior Banquet. Now we are seniors on the last lap. With Mr. Copeland at the helm, we elected officers: President, Harry Dillon; Vice-President, Tom White; Secretary-Treasurer, Martha Haskett. This year we published our Syllabus and put on a play. We were handicapped a year and a half by the burning of our school house but we struggled on. We hope we have set a good example to the future classes and wish them success. As Sam lay tossing on the couch, he was tortured by grievous thoughts. He moaned faintly and flopped over on the other side, seeking relief but still his thoughts teased and goaded him. Why, oh why, had he been sent from her presence ? What had started all the trouble, anyhow? Couldn’t she see that he was wild over her, even if he had only met her four months ago? Oh, how his head ached! As he ground his teeth a terrible pain seared his head. He moaned more loudly this time and wondered how long it would take him to die. He could never go back now; that much was certain. After being dismissed in the shape he was, he could never stand the laughing, and at the same time pitying, glances of his friends. Just when he had begun to attract some attention from her this awful thing had come upon him! He ground his teeth again and cried aloud in his pain. Why had he gone to that old party, anyhow? He knew that he would get into trouble over it, as he had been told to stay at home. Who was it said something about “be paid exactly for what thou hast done, no more no less?” Let’s see—Lowell? Holmes? Whittier? Would his head ever permit him to think again? He groaned very loudly this time. Who was it? Ah, he had it! Emerson, of course! At this point his thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of his mother. She said, “Samuel Allen Delaney, if you want to go back to your Alma Mater this winter you lie still and go to sleep.” Now the secret is out. Sam had been sent home from his beloved college with the Mumps! —Lois Stewart.