Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 36 of the 1910 volume:

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Gates for any- thing in the Candy or Fruit line AT” The New Lynn Grill serves fresh water cat ee aoe all kinds of pies and sandwiches. Are Built to Wear - Try One “7 Quick _ aa Rochester Copper, Nickel Plated Ware, Refrigerators, Ice Cream Freezers, Etc. Cordes HardwareCo. Ahlbrand Buggies PA s Nees) meng) é kia Se Be @ bas COMMENCEMENT NUMBER Palace Restaurant No. 9 East Second Street . For Your Good Home Cooking J. A. GOODALE, Prop. ee eee Seymour Greenhouse | Choice Cut Flowers |Phone58 58 North Ewing St. ENGRAVED CALLING CARDS | PROGRAMS, WEDDING STATIONERY, ETC. C. S. MERCER COMPANY Baldwin Pianos | WEITHOFF-KERNAN MUSIC CO. Hoadley’s Grocery | Best 10c Candies in the city Come Nose Around J. A. Hoadley, Prop. THE PATRIOT Commencement Number SHIELDS HIGH SCHOOL, SEYMOUR, INDIANA Thursday, April 28, 1910 PROGRAM FOR COMMENCEMENT INVOGATION. 9-9-9 -5 tev. James Omelvena High School Girls’ Chorus - - “Summer Now Hath Come Among Us” CLASS ADDRESS - - - - - - - Flossie Allen Music - - - gate - High School Orchestra COMMENCEMENT ADDRESS -_ - - - - Dr. W.L. Bryan “Work” Special High School Chorus - - - - - “The Bridal Chorus” PRESENTATION OF DIPLOMAS ... --.- : ) Linke, Superintendent Kate Andrews, Principal BENEDICTION - - - - - - - Rev. L. A. Winn COMMENCEMENT NUMBER FLOSSIE COLLINS ALLEN. FLORENCE HAZEL APPEL. ADA MARGARET CORDES. FOREST FIELD CRAIG. LEMUEL E. DAY. HOMER GEORGE DAVIS. EDNA MAYE DOBBINS. FRANCIS FISLAR GATEx. ENOLA MAYE HARRIS. ERMA HENRIETTA HEUSER. LINDEN C. HODAPP. LILLIAN MAY KELLEY. ALMA EMELIA LAUPUS. MYRA TRENNA LAUPUS. ELSIE MAE LAWELL. THE POAT Reteo oT CLASS ROLL CASH McOSCAR. CHRISTINE JULIA MEYER. MERRILL MOORES MONTGOMERY. FRANCES IZAN MURDOCK. LOUIS H. NIEMEYER. CLARE FERN RITTER. ELSi RUCKER. FRANK JAY SCHWAB. JOSEPH ALLEN SWOPE. FRANCES MAY TECKEMEYER. HAROLD ARTHUR VESHLAGE. BLAINE DOANE VOGBEL. FRANKLIN D. WHEELER. BERNICE WHITH. REX MERVIN WHITSON. BACCALAURETE SERMON VOL UIN TARY eet thetete Side staolshau as alors isieicla le 44’ b s ute chip I REIT Mrs. W. P. Masters FAY thse css bw, ay oer pi bhetoisatese( Fle ote ce siglo jolmiolacsiayeteKeiscs os 's 6ra 4 rays etal t Mate anse oeaw CRC era ae ee ke ie pate PRAY EPicatcenadsir cotter saiinn Sie ls wlale oials: oles vi eve «n n Sdbenotaiete fauna lolelq apn s iolaye Rev. Huckleberry [OTT dees At Phare Sata AHA Piao F5GOO os eae. 3 Misses Huffman and Flennikan SCRIP TURES 5 oktstisacose cere ee han eaebedero ters eelode co io lof e a.a'a pit | Lame REIS IeIN oie eOeter ae Rev. Omelvena FRY ere je coo ale nies, Je ole 0161� (olntaiaiie wre ob |sta}o ls 19's, 000, isin , epahe neta metall UAtMreNet at aMEIeIE Aas LR SME (3 coy Offertory. 22 vielll atte ehebeicveip ere ptseale ne leh otai(ols «)ets joven chsyos nc PNRM MOE e tata btw She's Sabnec ter ume feos to SERMON ee Sree ere asia ten aparece a tary chan ol cl sac MRE car ee pe Rev. H. H. Allen Heaven and Earth Display—Mendelssohn’s Athalie.................c. eves wees Chorus BENEDICTION ...... OES cies hee Siena ata Wiel o15is sw is'o deceit Feehan tie eh eee eVeROmelvena Page Four THE Page Five PAE Ra-O T COMMENCEMENT NUMBER LITERARY IMOGENE A young girl once lived in a lonely castle, away up in the moun- tains, with her uncle, an old crabbed miserly Duke, isolated from the society of anyone save her dog, nurse and uncle. He had left the court partly from a desire to live more economically and hoard more money to his already fabulous riches, and partly to bring up the beautiful Imogene away from the companionship of the young “people about the court. So when Imogene was eighteen, she knew nothing of the society of people her age and birth. Her dog was her companion in the long rambles which she took among the stately forest trees and fern- grown dells. At home she had her books and music. For hours at a time she would sit dreaming by the brook of the beautiful knights and ladies she had read about in her books. But her days of dreaming were soon to be past. One day her uncle summoned her into his gloomy, heavy-curtained library and with woat was meant for a friendly smile, bade her sit down. His long claw-like fingers drummed nervously on the polished table, as he tried to think of a way to open the conversation. Fidgeting un- der tse wide-eyed gaze of the girl sitting opposite him, he began. “Of course, Imogene every woman and especially good-looking women like you should marry. I have picked out for you a man who is one of my old college friends. He is very wealthy and if you obey me in this desire, you will be my only heir and a much- envied woman.” “But uncle,” said Imogene slowly, “I don’t think I care to marry anyone. I like my life here.” “Never mind,’ replied her uncle and turned to his books. Imogene went out of the house and turned toward her favorite nook to think it over. She walked slowly with bowed head, but raised it suddenly when her dog gave a sharp, quick bark. Looking to her right she saw a young man sitting before an easel upon which was a reproduction of the little dell she so loved. He, too, looked at her with his brush held in space; but finally recovering himself he sprang up and exclaimed, “T fear I am intruding on private grounds, but the spot was so beautiful?” ; “Oh, no,” answered Imogene brightly. “I supose you are a painter, although I never saw one.” “Only an amateur and a poor one at that,” he replied modestly. “Why it looks just like the place and the light shining through the trees on the water is so real,’ and she crossed over and gazed earnestly at it. She turned to the straight manly looking artist with innocent admiration shining in her eyes. “T would like uncle to see your picture and know you, but he is so busy.” At the ringing of a bell in the distance, Imogene called her dog and bade the artist good-bye, saying lunch was ready. The next day the artist would occasionally stop his work and listen fo r the possible approach of Imogene. True enough she came. Why shouldn’t she? He could tell her of, many things concerning the world she was eager to know. But if he told her much of out- side events, he said very little of himself, except that he was an amateur artist and that artists were seldom rich in worldly effects. In turn Imogene told of her hitherto uneventful life and also of her uncle’s plan for her marriage. And busying himself with his brushes, the painter asked, “Would you not care to live a life of ease and plenty with a high social standing and servants to do your slightest bidding?” “T have never known any but my own simple way of living and I would enjoy no other with a man, who perhaps is old, miserly and harsh as my uncle is. But I must obey my uncle as I have always done.” She was so innocent, so sacrificing in her desire to please her uncle, that the artist turned away, much moved. Thoughtfully he answered, “How would you like to live with a young struggling artist, endure poverty, even privation?” “It would be happy for me,” she replied. “I would still have the flowers, birds and brooks even if I were poor.” , THE COMMENCEMENT NUMBER “Then Imogene, would you be brave enough to leave your un- cle’s roof and help share my life of good or evil?” “Hvil it could never be for you are good. I am going to my. uncle and tell him to give his wealth to somebody else and let me go with you. And before he could restrain her, she sped away to the castle. She ran eagerly into the library and breathlessly re- nounced all desire of the heritage it her uncle would release her from the proposed marriage and give her to the young artist. “An artist,” sneered the old man, “artists are always poor and worthless. No, if you are not careful, you will be locked in your room and have only bread and water to eat.” Imogene knew that to argue farther was useless, so she turned and walked away slowly back to the brookside. ‘He will not con- sent, he says all artists are poor and worthless. Money seems to be his all-in-all,’ and she sank down on the mossy bank. The artist put down his palette and brush and upon Imogene’s look of inquiry, answered, “IT am going back to the castle with you. When your uncle sees me he will not refuse to give you up.” Wonderingly the girl led the way up to the castle and into the library. The old man looked up astonished to see a young man of so distinguished a bearing with his niece. As he peered intently at him through the gloom, the artisc said, “Sir, do you not remember me?” The old man sprang up eagerly, ‘Malcolm is it really you? When did you arrive? How is the Earl, your father?” Malcolm, seeing Imogene’s astonishment replied, “Yes, 1 am Mal- colm Chesterfield, the son of Earl Chesterfield, your friend. I am going about the country, sketching and painting a little and have met your niece, Imogene. But sir,’ he began appealingly but with laughing eyes, “you used to like me very well at court and was my friend and defendant. Now you say all artists are poor and worth- less, that Imogene could never marry one with your consent.” ‘But Malcolm,” answered the old man, “I didn’t know the painter was you.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” turning reproachfully to the girl. “Blame me,” put in Malcolm, “she supposed that I was some poor vagrant,—but sir, for the sake of old times at the court and even if I am not the man you chose for your niece, won’t you accept me as a substitute?” PATRIOT | Pope sie “Yes, boy, yes.” “Tmogene, show him about the place, I must return to my books.” But he sat a long time, gazing with softened eyes after the forms of Imogene and Malcolm, strolling about the garden E. M. H., ’10. AUNT MARY The flickering flames sank lower and lower casting weird shad- ows over the dimly lit parlor of Judge Stanson. Soon the flames leaped up and fell upon Beverly seated on the floor at her father’s knee and gazing dreamily into the open fire. She was thinking about tomorrow—her graduating day. i “Father tell me something of your early- school days,” she said. Judge Stanson’s head rested on his bosom and he sat musing of his school days and his friends, many of whom had passed into the great beyond. The room was intensely quiet, only the ticking of the clock and the snapping fagots broke the silence. Presently, Beverly pressed her warm cheek more firmly against her father’s knee which seemed to bring his wandering thoughts back to her. Slowly the Judge began, ‘My first recollections of school days are of some forty years ago. I was then a boy of five on a farm, one mile from the little village school. The teacher whom we all knew, as aunt Mary, was a frail uttle woman and boarded at my father’s house. Behind her on our old family horse “Mollie” I rode to school each morning and home at night. Over hill and fields, fording a stream which at times was swollen to dangerous proportions through rain, snow and mud, we made our daily pil- grimages. There was one room in the school building and one teacher for some fifty or sixty pupils of a.l sizes, ages and grades. In iact there were no grades at that time. The relative standing of the pupils was measured by their ability to read, spell and manipulate fractions and percentage in arithmetic. The school furnishings were crude indeed. Wooden benches, a smoking old wood stove, a globe six inches in diamater, a few wall maps and charts and eight or ten feet of blackboard constituted the entire equipment. The school term was in the winter months and lasted sixty to eighty days. You would say that with such a school little could have been accomplished by the school of forty years ago. In arriving at such a THE Page Seven conclusion however, you have failed to estimate the frail little teacher, Aunt Mary, at her full value. In her mild, modest way she reigned supreme. By her culture and refinement, her example and her precepts she gave many a boy and girl the basic elements of character and the inspiration which brought to them success and nonor in after years. But of that little school room in a poor “back-woods” settlement, largely as a direct result of Aunt Mary’s influence, has come more than a score of college graduates. Among them are lawyers, judges, physicians, ministers, educators and bus- iness men who have a.ained high places. Who can fully estimate the influence for good of one noble character even under every un- favorable opportunities. While this is the brief story of one little school and one little woman teacher of forty years ago, it is by no means an exceptional story. The man of the world today, those at the head of large bus- iness enterprises, those eminent in professional life, inventors, statesmen, in fact the men who largely direct and control the af- fairs of the world at this time, can each tell you of some obscure little teacher of forty years ago whose influence is largely respon- sible for their success in life. Fortunate indeed is the boy or girl of today who comes under the influence of such a teacher as Aunt Mary. FERN RITTER, ’10 -FROM A DIARY “Oh, dear, what shall I do this rainy afternoon. Oh, yes! I'll run up to the attic and get those quilt pieces that I promised aunt ‘about a week ago. “Why! what on earth is this? Well, if it isn’t my old school diary from the year 1910 when I was a Soph, and here are all the names of my schoolmates. I just must stop and see if I can remem- ber them. First, there’s Joe McDonald. Oh, yes, I remember Joe. I read in the morning paper that he is a famous doctor in New York. And here’s his chum George Laupus—little George has now become a great inventor and married a society belle. Ah, here is a name that I will never forget, Hattie R., how we teased her, but that is past and to think that she married Leland Hadley, a travel- ing salesman. Well who is this?—ah! now I remember, it was Rea Gilbert, who joined the navy before finishing school; and then there is Hazel Henderson, that popular little ‘Miss’ who is now one PATRIOT COMMENCEMENT NUMBER of the best stenographers in the city. Then there is the name of Lora Reynolds,—what was it she wanted to do, oh yes—go to Hurope and study music; but alas her wish was never fulfilled. Then there’s that dear little Linton B. who has won fame by his latest edition of “Brewer’s Unabridged Dictionary.” And here’s our: infant ‘Ray F.,’ who is now making a sensation as pitcher for the ‘National League Baseball Team.’ And here’s a name that is rever- enced by all, that of Ethel R., who is now a primary teacher in one of the city schools. Then here’s a name loved by the many poor in Hast New York, Clarence Craig, the generous millionaire, And here’s Jewel of our class, now a leader in the chorus of the ‘Gingerbread Man.’ Then ther’s the name of Russel P. and Ruth A. who shortly after their graduation went west. Then there was the ‘David and Jonathan’ of our class, Ruth B. and Ruth Lebline, who are now nurses in alarge hospital in Indianapolis; Bessie Bol- linger, now noted English teacher. “And here’s a name that used to cause a smile of amusement to flash over the faces of those who heard it, Roy Hughes, who is who are now nurses in a large hospital in Indianapolis; Bessie Bol- ‘Luella Louis,’ oh yes, she is now an able Latin teacher, I have forgotten just where, but I know it is in some large city. And the class sport, Francis Bunton, is.the proud possessor of a large farm, where he resides in peace and happiness with his wife, who was formerly Miss Elizabeth Hoffman, also a member of our class. And here is the name of another one of our number( Willard Everhart, who has become lost in the whirl of some large city, but who is probably making a large fortune in the way in which he should. Then here’s the name of one I saw only yesterday, Frances Switzer, now librarian at the Public Library. Next is the name of a famous lawyer, Carl Fox. ‘Nellie Fenton,’ she is the member of our class, that is now winning fame and money as a vocal soloist. And Hazel Heintz, I am sorry to say, is still enjoying the blessing of single maidenhood, in company with her cats and numerous pets. And Edna Schwab, much to our regret, has gone to some distant city, and we have lost all trace of her. I have also lost track of my schoolmate, Alice Stanfield. Alas! how many of our number have stolen beyond the reach of friendly eyes and ears. Roy Schafer is now owner of a department store in the enter- prising and flourishing city of Freetown. And our class seems to be a lover of lawyers, for here are two more renowned ones, John Pes THe COMMENCEMENT NUMBER Eckler and Duncan Reed. Our class also seems to be favored with mathematicians, for I understand that Walter Wonning is still win- ning his quarters for solving the problems of a household for two. Two of our boys have passed out of our hearing, but they are making a success in lie, and they are George and Marion Mc- Intyre. Irene Montgomery, Mayme Lebline, Leona Thompson, Alice Ruddick, and Martha Loertz( I have not heard from recently, but trust they are enjoying peace and happiness. And last but not least, Clarence Kasting and Mabel Barnes, who have at last decided that two can live on the same amount as one. Well I have spent more than an hour sitting here thinking of my happy school days, and I haven’t got my quilt pieces yet. i eos al Ded me sca MISS ABEL’S RECEPTION Now that spring is here and “that time” is drawing nigh, the popularity of after school parties and receptions seems to be ever upon the increase. Possibly the most popular of these social events, and the one to which invitations are most eagerly sought, are Miss Able’s after-school receptions and class parties. The writer will at- tempt to describe one of these events which he had the very good fortune to attend. The affair was announced by Miss Able at the close of the third hour in the morning session, to the ever hopeful Freshmen Latin class. The Latin “students” did not greet the announcement with any demonstration as might have been expected, but received the news with apparent indifference. Probably they had attended too many of these events to become unduly excited about them. When at last the leaden hours of the day had slowly dragged past, (apparently on crutches rather than feet) the momentous moment arrived and the Freshmen (and some others) trooped to a certain room in the building. Miss Able was there with her usual bright smile of welcome. The formalities usually observed at par- ties were dispensed with and the real pleasures of the afternoon began. First, a number of strange books containing stranger reading matter were produced. Then ensued a very bewildering guessing contest, which no doubt would have been very amazing to a P°A T RiPOrT Page Bight stranger, were he present. Luckily no stranger was there, so no explanations were necessary. Apparently Miss Able forgot the refreshments, but the guests freely forgave her as the cares incurred by entertaining so much, no doubt tend to make one very forgetiul. Then too, the guessing contest was so amusing and diverting that the absence of the re- freshments was not noticed at ail. In what seemed an astonishingly short time the growing gloom in the room warned us that the afternoon was drawing to a close. Miss Able very reluctantly let us go. All those present appreciated her hospitality to the fullest extent, and from the joyous air of the departing guests it was to be surmised that they had all enjoyed themselves very much indeed. VAUGHN JOHNSON, ’11. WHY THE FRESHMEN ARE GREEN We will now let our thoughts wander back to the warm days of September, when a group of merry students first entered the High School as Freshmen. Although we were not acquainted with the different rooms, rules and teachers, we were not slow in learning them. It is usually the custom of the higher students to “look down” upon the Fresh- men and sometimes call them “green.” This act sometimes dis- courages the Freshmen, but one day a good speaker came and spoke to the High School. One thing he said was, “The farmer usually has more pride in a green ear of corn than in a ripe one, for as long as it is green it can keep on growing, but when it gets ripe its growth stops.” Compare the ear of corn to the Freshman class. As long as we are “green” we have room to learn more and will, but if we were not “green” we would have no more room to learn. The Freshman always keeps “green” through his course in High School, even when he is a senior, for he yet has some things to learn and desires to go farther and get more knowledge. There- for, when you speak of a “green” class, remember that all the classes contain a certain amount of greenness, for they are “never too old to learn.” K. SHEPARD, 7138. Mr. E. says they are trying to improve the telephone so that you can see who is talking. Won’t that be nice? But we wonder why he cares. 4 eed Page Nine COMMENCEMENT The long looked for day had arrived; the day when Letitia Mel- vina Perkins should graduate from the High School up at Waring. The occupants of the little white farm house were astir early. Mrs. Perkins was busily preparing the breakfast of ham and eggs. Mr. Perkins was feeding and watering the stock. Maria Matilda was tying up Letitia’s dress, while Martha Lucy was combing Beatrice Margaret’s hair. Samuel Henry was extremely busy outside the house kicking up pebbles with the brand new shoes that hurt. Occasionally Mrs. Perkins might be heard calling in her wistful voice to Sammy, “Now Samniy Henry I do wish ye’d stop that. Ye’r awful hard on ye’r shoes anyway. You’ll have them wored out afore ye leave this yere place.” Then going back to her work she would mumble to herself, “Tm turrible sorry we couldn’t get Melviny what she wanted when she gradoo-ated. Land knows she’d a looked mighty purty standin’ up there with a white dress on. She ain’t never had no white dress cause I ain’t strong enough ter an’ ain’t got no time ter wash fancy white dresses. But reckon she’ll look as good as the rest on em standin’ up there in their purty blue swiss. I paid a quarter a yard fer it. It would a cost fifty but it was reduced. It seemed a lot to pay fer a dress; but then it made up mighty purty with that old lace from my ma’s weddin’ dress. I hope she’ll like it.” Soon it was time to start. The whole family resplendent in their best Sunday clothes piled into the old surrey and father drove toem to town. “Oh there’s Letitia Melviny. Father, drive right over there. I wonder who that nice looking young man sh’s talkin’ to be,” said Mrs. Perkins as they drove along a quiet street of the little vil- lage. “Oh,” she continued, “I wonder if that young man she’s talkin’ to is that Arthur McKinsey she talks so much about. “Melviny! oh Melviny!” she called. -A pretty, greetish looking girl turned. “Excuse me a moment,” she said to her companion, “that’s some of my old neighbors. They insisted that I be named Melvina and so when I wasn’t, they still held the name.” “Oh what a fib,” cried Beatrice Margaret in an audible whisper from the carriage. Letitia came up to the carriage with a disagreeable air. Her mother handed her the package that held the dress and said sim- POA ST RY O° T COMMENCEMENT NUMBER ply, “Miss Perkins here’s your dress. Your folks couldn’t come.” By this time Beatrice Margaret was out of the surrey into her sister’s arms. She looked very pretty in her pale pink frock with a large pink bow on her dark hair. Her great brown eyes were sparkling with various emotions. “Oh sister,” she said, ‘how could you tell such a story?” “Keep still Bee’ and I’ll introduce you to Mr. McKinsey,” her sister replied, her face flushing. That day Letitia met her father and mother and the children on the street repeatedly but they only said, “How do you do Miss Perkins.” Beatrice stayed with her all day but she was strangely silent except a few times when they were alone said, turning her great sor- rowful dark eyes to Letitia’s dry blue ones, “Why did you tell that awful story?” At last Bee’ joined her father and mother while Letitia went to don her graduating dress and join her fellow graduates. As she opened the package she gave a cry of distress. Blue! her graduating dress blue! But when she looked at the dress and saw the rich old lace her distress gave way to remorse for she realized what it must have meant to her mother to sacrifice the lace from Letitia’s grandmother’s wedding gown for the graduating dress. And to think she, Letitia Melvina, had denied her name and her mother. That night in the big opera house among all the happy faces one, only, looked disturbed and sad. This was the face of Letitia. Her large blue eyes occasionally filled with tears and if one had listened closely, he could have heard her say over and over, “Oh, k wish I hadn’t done it! I wish I hadn’t done it. If I could only undo, It. It was with drooping spirits that she stepped forward to re- ceive her diploma, little guessing what a pretty picture she made in her blue dress trimmed in the old lace, yellowed with age, her golden hair rippling back from her forehead, and her eyes cast modestly on the floor. A thought came into her mind as she stepped back into her place, of how she might atone for her words. Her father and mother would surely come up on the stage to slip on her finger the little diamond ring that had always been given to the first girl to graduate in her mother’s family. COMMENCEMENT NUMBER THE Sure enough they came and Letitia, calling Arthur McKinsey to her side said, “I told you an untruth this morning, Arthur. This is my mother.” Then turning to her she continued, “Mother, I have no excuse to offer other than that I did it on the impulse of the moment. I hate the name Melvina. I always just put the initial ‘M.’ No one knew that was my name. And then you, all of you, but Bee’, looked so, so countrified. Oh, I’m so sorry I did it. “My dress was beautiful motaer. It was such soft clingy ma- terial like I’ve always wanted. Oh, that lace! Mother, mother, why did you use it. It is much too fine for me. After you were so lovely as to sacrifice tnat wedding dress of grandmother’s to think! to think that I wouldn’t own you as my mother.” Then Letitia introduced Arthur to. the other members of the family and after that she presented them proudly to the other mem- bers of the class. As she left she said to Arthur, “That’s what the minister meant when he said in the BaccaJaureate sermon, ‘There will be times when you will be tempted to be ashamed of the old things that were a part of your life before success came; but don’t do it. Re- member that they were the foundation on which your success was built. I didn’t understand what he meant then. But this little incident will keep me from ever forgetting that ‘ail I have, all I am, all that I ever hope to be’ I owe to the home folks.” Ho M., “13. I really want to find someone to call me “Pet” and “Honey,” Of course I much prefer one not stingy with his money. And if he owns an “auto” that really would be fine To take me out where’er I please to have a jolly time. He may be fat, he may be lean, he may be short or tall, As long as he’s not short on cash I wouldn’t mind at all. And to the theatres and balls I dearly love to go; And roses in the winter time I dote on don’t you know. Now if you think you fill the bill just hurry up and answer, I do not care to marry for many years to come, But while I wait I’d like a beau to pay for all the fun. Send it to me by the mail as promptly as you can sir. MABEL KASTING. P:A-T: Rouleost Page Ten SENIOR CLASS POEM . I. One lovely day in hot July As I gazed dreamily toward the sky, I fell asleep and dreamed that I Saw all the nineteen tens and they, In various places situated, Seemed all to me to be related, While some strange voice of nature stated What none of them could to me say. TE; It told me they were widely scattered, Not many where their feet had pattered In childhood days, and later flattered In days of youth and constant growth By some remark or look or prize, When they were just the proper size To learn to look with inward eyes Upon the life not based on childish oath. Til. And then beginning, one by one It told to me what had become Of each of my old classmates. Some Had gone to distant climes. First, there was Flossie, the bright lass, - vyno took first honors in our class, But she had pleased so soon, alas, To live abroad in future times. IV. Enola too a teacher bright, When answ’ring questions, ever right, Took second honors by the might Of power within her studious brain. Now Frances Murdock you may guess From her emotions numberless Had done no greater and naught less Than leave her home, and not in yain. THE Vv. She married one from far away, “And there she lives this very day With him as happy and as gay As one could hope to be. But Merrill as you might have guessed, A lawyer is among the best, “While Edna, one among the rest, Has lived beyond the sea. VI. Now ‘Bobby” bright and full of fun When half his life he scarce had run Took up and finished as begun A course for civil engineer. Alas for Elsie and Florence, Their life they think will now commence, For they are living like Bernice As good old maids without a peer. VII. But where’s our boy of noble deeds? A pattern is the life he leads, As o’er his lands le sows the seeds, Our good old comrade Homer; But Frances Teckemeyer, ah me, We always said that great she’d be; She does kind deeds and drinks her tea When blows the blooming clover. VIII. And Myra Laupus, cheerfu l lass, She chose a housewife’s life to pass, And lives with Francis where the grass Grows beautiful and green. Now Alma, Erma and our Fern, As you will be surprised to learn, Sit where the fires do brightly burn About the castle’s scene. Pon lets OeT COMMENCEMENT IX. There’s Joe a politician great, And Lem still lives within our state, While destiny decides Blaine’s fate, For he’s a cowboy way out west. Now Harold wise and great and good, And Cash who did the best he could Oft drive at midnight through the wood To give their medicines, the best. X. Here’s Ada married once for all, But Louis, strong and straight and tall, And Rex, who ne’er was known to fall, Send messages across the wires. Now Forrest is a farmer good, And lives with Christine as he should, And tends the fields and raises food To please his own dear wife’s desires. XI. There’s Frank Schwab is a lawyer true, And Linden is a miller too, And Hlsie Rucker one did woo Who married her to cheer his life. Here’s all the class excepting me And I will as you here may see Say nothing of myself, for glee Is mine throughout in joy or strife. LILLIAN MAE KELLEY, ’19. SEVEN WONDERS OF S. H. S. Boys’ quartette. Sophomore Algebra class. Juniors high standing. Seniors’ dignity. “Freshman benavior. New piano. Care of old building. COMMENCEMENT NUMBER at PAT CURSO AE Page Twelve EDITORIAL PH Ee RA Tan CF TEN OLA EFA TO TCT SS Folate ts. nip te Sno etre ate aa geath Vin dia leenan tea Picts eo uie tats Editor-In-Chief FRANCES TECKEMEYER, ADA OCORDES...........620.- Personal Editors EEN DEN TH OUVAP Ps cpetavce: ietatete mike ere Wala areata sa atetorey in eles ae Literary Editor HOMUBR: DAVIN; PRANE. SODWABS osc c.0 4 s: 1eld siete a cies tate e Athletics Editors BEA LN ED V OG TEs THe PVA 9 Stas cet tole ate aoe Rie clases a tetie le Finance Committee HAL OLD VE REELAG ER ose avalie sakelavabeloleeiels s:picte?e ie tetera Wate) mle Business Manager THE HISTORY OF THE SHIELDS HIGH SCHOOL In 1870, after hard work on the part of Rev. G. H. Huffman, then councilman, bonds were issued and the school trustees, P. L. Carter, J. Kling and J. W. F. Gerrish were able to lease the lot on which our school building now,stands. The heirs of Captain M. W. Shields later gave the land to the city for school purposes. At that time it was a forest, separated from the city by an iron fence, running north and south about one hundred, fifty feet from Walnut street. On this lot a building was erected which for many years stood sur- rounded by trees and bordered on the west by a great pond. Grad- ually the pond was drained until now there are no traces of it. The building of 1871 was a large, three-s tory, rectangular, brick structure facing the east, with entrances on the north, south and east. The stairs led from the east entrance through the middle of the building. On the first floor were two grade rooms, a janitor’s office and the public library; on the second, two more grade rooms and the superintendent’s office; on the third, a small music room, a recitation room and the assembly room. - At the west end of this room was the teacher’s rostrum which was faced by two long rows of benches, reaching half way across the room. Two large iron stoves heated it. Here, during school hours the High School and preparatory grades were seated and recited and at night the public entertainments, commencements and such, were held. For lighting the building on such occasions, bracket lamps were used in the halls and on the stairs and three great hanging lamps in the Assembly room itself, ; For the first term in 1871, Superintendent Houskeeper employed Miss Cox, as principal of the High School. During the second term, Mrs. Houskeeper, Miss Carr, and Mr.Meseke conducted classes. The next year, Mr. Houskeeper himself and Mr. Houchen taught all sub- jects except German, which Mr. Meseke still taught. Our parents would have us believe, that, when they went to school, they were _almost angels, but wouldn’t it be fine to have the long, slim Mr. Honchen and his short, stout bride back for just one day to tell of the pranks played on them? The next superintendent was Mr. Caldwell. The trustees ap- pointed Miss Churchill and Miss Armstrong to teach the High School. In 1874, the first Seymour graduates, Miss Amelia Platter and Mrs. Emma Rapp Bowers, after a thorough course were grad- uated from the school, dividing the honors. The following year, the number of graduates was double that of the first. In 1876, the south wing of the present school building was erect- ed, adding six much needed rooms. Then the main High School room was changed to the southeast corner. That year a great sensa- tion ocurred. Miss Hoadley and Miss Spear, who had taught the previous year, asked for leave of absence to attend the Centennial, and, being denied the privilege, decided to go anyway. It seems even teachers like to “play hookey.” Miss Piatter and Mr. Winters were appointed to take the truants’ positions. The new teachers felt that the school was not up to the stand- ard, especially the class of 1878, so decided to defer the commence- ment until 1879. From that time on, there have always been grad- uates ranging in numbers from three in 1882 and 1889 to thirty in the class of 1910. Though this is the largest number yet graduated in any class, next year promises an even larger number. In 1880 Mr. Wood succeeded Mr. Caldwell as superintendent and remained for seven years. This position was then filled by Professor Montgomery, who held it until 1909. Our present superintendent is Professor Linke. Noteworthy among the faithful trustees, who served us long and well, were: Mr. Kling, Carter, Gerrish, Swope, Andrews and Frey. To us who have passed so many years under the shelter of the old school building, its surroundings, the playgrounds, the trees and everything are very dear and we trust those following us, will hold them just as sacred. MYRA LAUPUS, ’10. THE A GRADUATE OF 1874 AND 1910. The class of ’74 came to school to the dear new Shields build- ing as it was then, being very elated as they were the first to grad- uate from the new building, but think’of the class of 10, the last to graduate from the dear old building which is held by iron rods and sustained by bending props. The graduate of ’74 came to school with great problems before him and quite naturally worked to his best ability to solve these mysteries which have startled the world; not so with the student of 10, he comes with great things before him but not the same as in ‘74 for he is studying some things that our friends who have gone before have worked out and made clear to the student world. Then it was a great pleasure to them when commencement came, which was held in the present Assembly room, known to them as the Chapel, each one came with an oration to deliver by which she had lost many a nights’ rest to get it into the best Eng- lish. But think of us Seniors, we have no such pleasures, we have to content themselves with sitting on the stage at the Majestic look- ing wise or else have in minds that some one is saying he or she isn’t sitting up straight and besides we never get to deliver an ora- tion which I’m sure almost every one would love to do. The class of ’74 was the smallest that ever graduated from S. H. S., there be- ing only two members, Misses Rapp and Platter, but the Seniors of 1910 have the pleasure of being the largest class to graduate from the dear old building as we are thirty strong. ; BLAINE VOGRHL, ’10. Page Thirteen PEN SKETCH. It was a beautiful day in April and the birds seemed to invite every wide awake mortal to yield to their soft, sweet lullaby and sleep, sleep, sleep. I sat trying to think but it was impossible, for the trees just beginning to bud looked so calm and drowsy. Even the wind lazily coaxing a frolic, failed to entice the young green leaflets on the bushes nearby. Everything was content to rest and be quiet. I gazed long and dreamily on tuwis peaceful scene but, finally, withdrew my eyes with a sigh and sought to seek some intimate relation between the Senior civic’s class and the beautiful outdoors. First my attention was attracted by the patient professor who stood facing the class with funny little lines curving around his Bhool Wa © T COMMENCEMENT NUMBER mouth and eyes and across his high, broad forehead. His eyes had a peacefully pointed expression in them too, as he riveted his gaze on Lem Day, who was blissfully dreaming of things that might have been but are not. How content, how innocent Lem looked as he sat there, his head resting on his folded arms and his long dark lashes casting their heavy shadow over his cheeks. But he rested all unconscious of the approaching thunderstorm, and that is probably the reason that the cloud passed over his head to some other place beyond. Then the professor’s gaze wandered to the back of the room where another head was resting at ease. The face of the sleeper was not visible but surely that light hair could never be mistaken. Linden, for it was he, sat there dreaming of unthought of mysteries, but ever alert to the tniest flash,—so very different from Lem. I could scarcely keep from exclaiming, “What a contrast! Just like a dog and a cat. Lem sleeps on and on, never doubting for a moment his master’s love, while Linden sleeps with one eye open, ever ready to spring up at the first approach of danger.” I suppose I would have discovered. many more beautiful and in- teresting things in my surroundings but just then the threatening storm broke and I was forced to seek refuge, for it was a terribly, terribly heavy storm. FRANCES I. MURDOCK. THE JUNIOR CLASS. The Junior class is composed of thirty-four very industrious pupils. We study Botany, English, Mediaeval and Modern History, Geometry and German or Latin. In Botany we have been analyzing flowers for the last few weeks and find it fascinating work. Our English course has been intensely interesting throughout the year. We have finished Plane Geometry and are now in Solid which is not so bad after you have had an introduction. We have been aebating in the Composition class for the last few weeks, and we enjoy it more than writing compositions. Mr. Voss is a star in debating. English Recitation— : Miss Andrews—‘“George, what did the old English breakfast consist of?” George L.—‘‘Bitter lamentations.” T HE ADVICE TO THE LOWER CLASSES. ‘ne classes following dear old 1910 w.st have many advantages over us in having a new school building with good light, heat and equipment. I advise them not to ask to be allowed to go home, giving as an excuse that they are cold or that the light affected their eyes, as these defects will all be remedied in the new building. I hope our successors will not carve their names on the bricks and desks, because we want the new building to stand as an orna- ment rather than a blot, on the landscape of our neat little city. I advise them not to play truant, come late to school, try to get out of their lessons or slip out of the room, for this harms no one but themselves. Also, they should not break into the school building after night nor put up flags without the consent of the other classes for that not only hurts the reputation of the school but causes bad feeling between the classes where only good feeling should exist. They should not tease the Freshmen or black their faces for that prevents some from entering the Freshmen year and after all we are all freshmen together. Just in the beginning of life, as they are in the High School. T also advise the students,if they want their school to excel in foot- ball, baseball, basket ball and track work to give better support to the athletic teams than they have been doing in the past. JEXPERIENCB), 710. COMMENCEMENT NUMBER OUR FACULTY. At the beginning of our school term, we wondered who would be our teachers. We soon learned that there would be a few changes from the year before. Mr. Raymond Donaker was added to the faculty and Mr. Kamman was chosen to fill the vacancy left by Mr. Meseke. Both of these men are young in the application of the principles of pedagogy but they are grappling these mighty problems bravely. Mr. Edwards with his broad smile was with us again, increased in both weight and knowledge. Miss Andrews, after her three months vacation was glad to get back and teach the last year in our old school building. We have with us our same Latin teacher, Miss Abel, who is small but mighty. We find her to be a very Cicero in voice and a second Caesar in power. PA TRTO-f Page Fourteen Miss Davison, as ever loyal to our school, answered the call in September and is teaching us again the correct use of the English language. Mr. Linke, who took Superintendent Montgomery’s place, we found with us. Under these teachers we have accomplished much this year and hope that it has been a fit closing for our High School life. ‘ TDA in topa a Ae THE WAY OF LIFE. Two little girlies working oh! so hard, Sticking tiny fingers in the flour and lard; Then into the oven go two tempting pies, “Oh! how good they’ll taste,’’ each little girlie cries. Then out of the oven browned to satin tan They lift the pies so carefully, remove each from the pan; They place them in the pantry to cool till dinner time,— But two small boys now see them, they eat them, such a crime! And wish they’d come back sooner, but wishes come to late; But list today young Cupid has tortured with his darts, The boys now claim from girlies both freely given hearts. The little girls weep sadly as they view each empty plate, FRANCES I. MURDOCK. FAREWELL TO THE HIGH SCHOOL. For many years the Shields High School has stood a landmark in Jackson county. Its halls have re-echoed to our parents’ laughter and their sighs. We are sorry to think of its destruction because of the many happy days spent within it. But we are glad because we know that upon its ruins shall rise a building worthy of our fair city. So we pause to bid farewell to the creaking stairs and ancient hallways. In memory only, would we bid you remain. : EY Raed: Julius (translating Cicero)—‘I see—I see”— Miss Abel, (impatiently)—‘‘What do you see?” = Julius (under his breath)—“I see that I can’t translate this and that something is going to be doing.” ; : Page Fifteen bl hs H E MAL kh LO. T COMMENCEMENT NUMBER Ack WL kT I CS After the close of the football season we had a rest for a while on the subject of basket ball. We could not secure any place in Seymour in which to play, but put up one basket in the school yard and here we have had some practice. We went to Mitchell and were beaten 33 to 13 which we did not think so bad, considering our lack of practice and the high standing of the Mitchell teams. The baseball season began with a .arge number of candi- dates from which three teams were selected. After a few practice games between these teams we secured a game with North Vernon and the strongest players were selected to play the game. We were defeated by a score of 8 to 3 which was not so bad for the first game. The next game was a practice game with Cortland. This game was not sc interesting as the first one, but we succeeded in winning it by a score of 14 to 4. The next game which was played on Friday, April 8, was with Franklin, the invincible football players. Seymour’s sole aim was to beat Franklin in return for her defeats in football. This was accomplished in the last of the ninth inning when Seymour brought in a run, making the score 11 to 10 in our favor. Be Doast0: Our average of points scored by S. H. S. in athletics: Football Sti. See Greenwood, 5 Sask. Sie Moores Hill, 0 Slt eis Prete Brownstown, 0 Shits las isy nh Franklin, 5 pS gL A or Franklin 10 Total, 21 20 Basket Ball. Su Saris Mitchell, 33 Total, 13 33 te Baseball. Ne S- Hy. 8). 23 North Vernon 8 S. H. S., 14 Cortland, 4 Shs Sin be: Franklin, 10 Sin Hoa Sigel Franklin, 14 Total, 35 36 Our students who made ’09—’10 athletics for S. H. S.: Joe Swope, football, baseball. Vaughn Johnson, football. Homer Davis, football, basket ball. Kennie Hassenzahl, football, basket ball, baseball. Frank Hopewell, football, baseball. Rex Whitson, football, baseball. Lem Day, basket ball, baseball. Frank Schwab, football. Francis Gates, football. Haro:d Graessle, football, baseball. Frank Lemp, baseball. Walter Voss, football. George Kerr, football, baseball George McLaughlin, football, basket ball, baseball. Louis Niemeyer, football, baseball. Linden Hodapp, football. Beds oy 80s Mary and Clem, or Mary and John, That’s the question asked all the day long, But when e’er they ask H HE R, The riddle seems clear, For she smiles and looks down at a gem, Then if you’re not dense you’ll know it is Clem. Russell says he has discovered something one hundred times sweeter than sugar. It is about sixteen years old, wears a rat and chews gum. Miss N. (in composition)—Now Russell you go straight upstairs. Russell—I can’t, I’ve got to make a turn. Nyaa Ae 3) COMMENCEMENT NUMBER OUR LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT. We, the Senior class of the Shields High School of the city of Seymour, in the county of Jackson, in the state of Indiana, being of sound mind and memory and considering the uncertainty of this frail and transitory life, do, therefore, make, ordain, publish and declare this to be our last will and testament. First, we order that our executor hereinafter named, pay all our just debts and remunerate the janitors for sweeping paper off the floor and cleaning up. Second, after the payment of such debts, we give, devise and bequeath to the class of 1911, and all classes following, a bran new room, completely furnished with light, heat and all modern conveniences in the new S. H. S.. Also the bookcase, encyclopedias, and all reference books left in our old room. And, whereas we have had nothing but bare walls upon which to feast our eyes, and cultivate our artistic sense, we hereby bequeath to the said class and all classes following, two pictures which we hope will help decorate the new building. We also g:ve to the girls our look- ing glass by which to arrange their hair. And we give, devise and bequeath to the said class and all classes following, the sacred duty and charge of editing the “Patriot,” which we with reluctancy lay aside. We also bequeath to the succeeding Physics classes an old bat- tery, glass bottle, iron rod, some sulphuric acid and gasoline which they may take with them to the labratory in the new building. To the class of 1911 we give the right to keep all marbles, tin soldiers, small horns and stuffed chickens and glass balloons which they may find in cracks and desks, and all money left in our treas- ury after the 28th day of April, 1910. To the class of 1912 we give all powder and paint that the Senior girls leave in their desks. To the Freshman class of 19138 we give, devise and bequeath the right to become Sophomores and go into the new building as such. And to all classes we leave the shining example of the class of nineteen hundred ten, whereby they may be guided and leave large footprints in the sands of time. Lastly we make, constitute, and appoint J. C. Edwards, to be executor of this our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills made by us. De Ae Te a oer Page Sixteen In witness thereof, we hereunto subscribe our name and affix our seal this 1 8th day of April, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred ten. (Seal) CLASS OF 1910. Signed and witnessed before me this 18th day of April in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred ten. ICHABUD DOBAHCI, Notary Public. My commission expires January 1, 1911. A SKETCH. I sat by a window in the little Senior room of the old S. H S. It was a bright April day but a touch of sadness with its dampness crept over me. Commencement was but a few days off. Then we would leave the old S. H. S. forever. Forever! How that word lin- gered in my mind. Through those last High School days it would not leave me for a moment. Everything about the old building seemed to be calling “farewell” to me. I watched tue stately elms stretching their great arms toward the sky, toward their Maker, and they, too, seemed to be sad because thirty boys and girls whom they had watched and guarded all these years, were bidding farewell to them, no longer to roam beneath their hovering shade in the shadow of the old building. The sun shone from a deep blue sky, in clear radiance, but a mist seemed to cover my eyes. I knew that in a few days we would leave our teachers and the thought of separation pained me. In spite of all our faults and mis- demeanors we love them still. How can we ever make them realize our deep gratitude and appreciation for the lessons of life as well as the lessons of knowledge that we aave learned under their faithful instruction. Indeed, we ourselves do not now realize the value of their timely advice. We can never realize it fully till we get out in the world, dependent on ourselves and in need of something to guide us. Wherever we go, the memory of our association will be most pleasant to us. r I looked out again. This time the birds hopping from bough to bough, free from all care, were twiuering in utter delight. I thought of my classmates with whom I would soon have to part. There flashed through my mind the memory of the good: times that had filled our High School days and the thought of that last week to be Page Seventeen THE BAT RI.O T COMMENCEMENT NUMBER crowded with joys. Then came the realization that these would cease suddenly and that we would go our separate ways. But I dared not think of this. My heart filled with hope, the hope that our future would be as bright as our school days had been. Again I looked from the window, this time to see the entire landscape clothed in all the freshness of spring and breathing out hope, beauty, joy. FLOSSIE ALLEN, ’10. TO THE TEACHERS. Who is it runs old S. H. S., And gives us all those horrid tests In which we’re sure to get an x? The teachers. Who knows just how to do a thing ; Be it to talk, be it to sing, Who knows, in fact, most everything? Our teachers. Whom do we love in S. H. S. Who are in fact the very best And by the gods are surely blest? Our teachers. Who is it that gave to each his start, From whom are Seniors loath to part? From those most dear to every heart, Our teachers, —Ex. Who says that each one in our class ee Would easily as infants pass, MY FIRST ORATION. Because we give them all our sass? My hands did shake, The teachers. My knees did quake, My ears turned red, Who doth our moral bodies stunt And this I said, With long reports that do affront “I wonder.” Our souls, and all our senses blunt? The teachers. My head whirled, My fingers twirled, Who keeps us in at half-past three My paper fluttered, And turns a deaf ear to each plea And I stuttered, To let us just this once go free? “T wonder.” The teachers. : If they knew, Who tells us we must hustle round When I was through, The world, with knowledge to astound What I had said, To reach the goal for which we’re bound? Being half dead, Our teachers. “T wonder.” Who tries to make us higher aim “I love a Fresoman,” said Bobby one day, That they may some day see our name “T love her and love her as well as I may, Inscribed upon the walls of fame? And of course you must know she returns it with grace, Our teachers. So by now we’ve worked up a most terrible case.” COMMENCEMENT NUMBER THe E PAs TeR GOS Page Bighteen THE SENIORS’ FAREWELL. We're quitting now our studies here, The time to go is drawing near; We’ve worked and done our very best, And stood the last great final test. So we think it’s but our right | Since we have worked with all our might, To give instruction, to the rest So they can work with greater zest. We leave to the Juniors proud and tall, Our possessions here, but one and all And sincerely hope, but scarce expect Them such a record as ours to erect. To the Soph’s we leave our high regards, And hope that they’ll win great awards, When they advance to our old place And bravely strive to run the race. To the Freshies one little word we say, And that is this, ‘Don’t get too gay;” | We know you're bright and all of that i But don’t get a head too big for your hat. To the teachers our thanks we tender, As the best thing which we can render; And hope they’ll say when we’re not here, That they wish for a class as good next year. And now a word to all we’ve spoken We've done it as a hearty token, Of our good will to each and all And further, just within the hall You'll find the dear old looking glass, Keep it as a remembrance of the Senior class; We now are done and humbly ask Leave to return to our appointed task. We leave the High School walk forever, And our connection with it sever, Farewell, we say, farewell to all Remember the Senior proud and tall. —Hx. A SENIOR CLASS SONG (Tune of Heidelberg.) O dear old school, O dear old class! Shall ever we forget The golden haze of Senior days? ’Twill cling around us yet. These Senior days will come no more, But through our future years The thoughts of 1910 so true Will fill our eyes with tears. O Senior days, fair Senior days, Shall ever we forget The bluish haze of old Trig. days That jar the nerves as yet? Those blessed hours will come no more, But through our future years The thoughts of these, though now a bore, Will streak our cheeks with tears. FROM THE SENIORS Hurrah for the Senior, the class of the wise, To us all scholars must turn their eyes, When for a good pupil our teachers send, Their eyes always tail on a nineteen ten. In all of our studies we make a score, Unequaled by any class here-to-fore. In virtue and knowledge we now surpass The pupils of any other class. And when our place as Seniors we have gained Far and wide shall we be famed; And after we have left this good old place Each toward us, will turn his face. —Ex. Page Nineteen T H E Alumni Notes Nellie A. Balsley, ’00, is teaching school in.San Juan county, Utah. Joe Ormsby ’06, Everett Craig 06, Clara Rapp ’06, Christine Lebline 06, Bertha Montgomery ’06, Roger Craig ’08, Matilda Leb- line ’09, and Charles Rottman ’09, are students at Indiana University. Anna Rucker ’07, is teaching at Uniontown. Henry Cobb ’07, and Alma Switzer ’08, are at Hanover. George Appel ’08, Carl Seulke 09, James Enos 09, are at Purdue. Harold Ritter 06, Agnes Cobb ’08, are at Franklin. Lynn Bollinger ’06, Wilhelmina Vehslage ’07, are at Depauw. Will Masters ’05, is at Harvard University. Harlan Montgomery 705, is a senior at Princeton. Clem Roegge ’09, is taking post graduate work. Lynn Heller ’09, is working at Terre Haute. : Charles Phelan ’08, is working at Louisville. Mabel Niemeyer ’08, is attending Business College. Minnie Shepard ’08, is at Oxford. Elsie Cordes ’06, is teaching in the grades. Helen Andrews ’06, is studyi ng in Chicago. TO FRANCES Like unto those great authors of ol Whose stories brought from heaps of gold, Who wrote these great and wondrous tales Which hath attained such marvelous sales. Is Frances. As a rival of Chaucer and Lickens and a.l, Both Lamb and Irving and Hawthorne tall, She weaves the web of fiction well And many a beautiful story doth tell. Doth Frances. As higher the ladder of fame she climbs, And gives to the world her stories and rhymes, May the laurel crown adorn her brow, And fame and fortune may they bow To Frances. —Exch ange. BPeAnT Ror.O''F COMMENCEMENT NUMBER BACCALAUREATE HYMN ae To Thee, O God, whose guiding eye ie Our fathers led across the sea, A home to find on these bleak shores Where they might freely worship Thee. To Thee, O God, whose thought inspired se } Our fathers in that wilderness NY To leave their sons this heritage That all might feel its deep impress To Thee, O God, whose mighty arm Encircled it with power divine We bow before Thy gracious throne Devoutly in Thy praises join. God of our Fathers, bow thine ear, And listen to our humble prayer, Direct us with Thy watchful eye, Protect us with Thy constant care. —Ex. SECRETS OF SUCCESS “What is the secret of success?” asked the Spring. “Push,” said the Button. “Never be led,’ said the Pencil. “Take pains,” said the Window. “Always keep cool,” said the Ice. “Be up to date,” said the Calendar. “Never lose your head,’ said the Barrel. “Make light of everything,” said the Fire. “Do a driving business,” said the Hammer. “Aspire to great things,” said the Nutmeg. “Be sharp in your dealings,” said the knife. “Find a good thing and stick to it,” said the Glue. “Do the work you are suited for,’ said the Chimney. “Progressive Herald.” Mr. Donaker—‘“How do they mine iron ore?” Cullen B.—“I heard ma say the other day they smelt it.” COMMENCEMENT NUMBER THE THE MISSING SENIORS. O where were the pay-hearted Seniors, Those pupils so pretty and fair, The teachers were all so lonesome Not a smiling face was seen there. In vain they gazed out the window But of them they caught not a glance, It seemed they had left all forsaken To give others a fair chance. The fact seemed to stand ont boldly That hookey they seemed to slay But my, of the Seniors, who’d think it? And what would the principal say? At last they heard a loud stamping Two steps at a time they came; They mounted the stairs in excitement, But their smile was there just the same. They came in wild and excited, And when called on to explain, They said they’d had their photos taken And laughted with might and main. —=Hx: THE GREEN AND WHITE. The green and white so clear and pure Will evermore our class allure, To that which is best to do, And make us noble, kind and true. Then here’s three cheers for the green and white, Long live the emblem, the seniors’ delight. REMINISCENCES As the last days of the old S. H. S. building draw near, memor- ies of my school life here arise. In March, 1900, I started to school in S. H. S., and have at- tended from that date to this. One of my friends, a girl much Pp A T R I O if Page Twenty older than I, came over one Sunday and drew a picture of an owl for me. Regarding it as magnificent, I asked where she learned to do it, when she said she had learned to do this wonderful work at school. I was fired with the idea of going, so I started the next day. I was told to copy a sentence on the board, but I said that I would rather draw. School charmed me, and I worked with a will, and was promoted in May. In the second grade I had a hard time. I had the very un- pleasant malady of mumps, and had to stay out for a while. That year I made my first failure—in Arithmetic. Well do I remember how I used to set sticks in a row and try to divide the row in half, but I seldom succeeded. One day Lucile was late, and when asked to give the reason she answered, “We went over to Butler- ville,, and my aunt wanted us to stay till the morning train and we did.” That was the year that Fred swallowed a button, and Harold nad to sit on the teacher’s lap. The next year the intricacies of a sentence were explained to us and many hours did we spend studying subject, predicate and copula. How long we used to wait to have our Arithmetic problems corrected! That was the year I learned “Swanee River.” When I went to the fourth grade how big I felt. Then we had many oral problems, and one I remember especially: “Give the squares of the numbers up to ten.” What were the squares of the numbers we did not know, but it was explained, and I think we could all tell you now what the squares are. In the fifth grade I was upstairs, and commenced my mischief. I sat at a desk the third from the back of the room, and Lucile sat behind me. We used to pass notes through the crevice in the desk, and, when she went to California in April of that year, I felt that I had lost a companion in mischief. Fern, then a half grade ahead of me, sat in the first seat. Well do I remember the little green-checkered apron she wore. I believe Merrill sat behind her, and Ada in the third seat. During that year we had a flashlight picture taken and just as the light flashed, Ada threw up her hands and covered her eyes. What did the picture look like? Just guess. In the sixth grade, as we had departmental work, we thought that we were quite grown up. That year I had to sit on the front seat several times. Louis sat in front of me, and Julius back. Per- haps I wasn’t annoyed when they were seized with a destructive Page Twenty-one T H E mood, and tore by paper-back dictionary, rescued by me from my father’s waste-basket. While I was in the seventh grade I broke my arm, and stayed out of school nine long days. But I thought it was fun to visit my own room, and watch the others work. One day that year Catherine parted her hair on the side, but she returned to the old way next day. The next year the Third Ward pup.ls from the seventh grade went into the eighth with us. Gertrude sat with me, and eventually did all my drawing and painting for me. I had excellent grades in drawing all year. As a Freshman my dignity grew. How I loved dear old room D! That year I had lots of fun. I wrote a story in the fall, a real love story, and Minnie S. illustrated it for me Later, when my knowledge became broader, I tore the sheets and threw them into the waste basket. That year we were introduced to Algebra. The many things I used to do as a Freshman would perhaps not speak well for me. Madge sat in front of Louis, and was perfectly happy all year. That year Mary and I stole a class prophecy that Lucile had written, finished it and handed it in for the “Patriot.” As a Sophomore I was introduced to a seat in room A. Several new members of the class joined us as Sophomores. Mary went to Texas in April, and she made the teachers believe she was studying, but to tell the truth, she was not. This year we moved to the south side of the Assembly room. My seat has not been changed this term, a thing which has never before happened to me. And when I go out of this building as a Junior, I shall feel that this year has been the happiest and most profitable I have ever spent. But I am sure that next year school in the new S. H. S. will be even more delightful. M R., ’11. SENIOR CALENDAR Jan. 3—All back at school. Seniors looking tired and well-fed. Jan. 4—Mr. E. wears his tie pin—gift of the Seniors. Jan. 7—Coulter M. pays us a visit. Bernice quite happy. Jan, 9—Coulter departs—Bernice has red eyes and a forlorn look—also a new belt pin. Jan. 11—Cash comes back from Indianapolis with a bad, cold. PAT RIO T COMMENCEMENT NUMBER Jan. 12—Cash informs us that he had croup. Mr. D. similarly affected. Jan. 13—An unlucky day—Mr. E. out of humor and Miss A. on ine lecture platform. Jan. 15, a. m.—Hlsie L. grins at Louis—p. m.,—He returns the smile. Jan. 16, a. m.—Erma denounces Harold. P. M.—Harold at- tempts suicide. Jan. 17.—Happy day—no history—the Juniors have a test. Jan. 18—Have a test in Civics. Mr. D. loved by all. Jan, 20—All depart weeping—Civics grades were read. Jan, 23, a. m.—Forbidden to leave school grounds or to bring anything to eat; p. m.—Merrill leaves on business at recess. Jan, 23, p. m.—Edna, Frances T. and Christine hide Mr. D’s hat and decorate Mr. H’s. Jan. 27—Mr. Linke hears us recite English. Surprised at our brightness. : Jan. 28—Alma L. wins the $25 hat—her smile is entrancing. Jan. 31—Frances Murdock brings some fudge. Everyone strangely ill. Feb. 1—The bad weather affects the teachers. Miss Andrews and Miss Able form a conspiracy. Feb. 3—Enola and Elsie R. go to Brownstown. Get lost in the big city. Feb. 4—Rex visits in Nashville. Feb. 6—Rex returns. Feb. 7—Blaine falls out of his seat. Composes new vocabulary of which ‘Res’ plays an important part. Only Edna understands. Feb. 10—Mr. D. springs another test. He gains in favor im- mediately. Feb. 14—Frances Murdock insulted upon receipt of ugly valen- tine. Feb. 16—Ada goes to Louisville. Feb. 18—Ada returns—has a new dress, also a new beau. Feb. 20—Frances T. gives Merrill good advice. He takes it. Feb. 25—Senior penants disappear. Everybody blue and mad. Feb. 26—Miss A. has suspects. Feb. 27—Common cry—where are the penants? Feb, 28—Linden asks Alma for a date. Alma refuses, THE COMMENCEMENT NUMBER Mar. 1—Linden does not appear—Alma quite worried. Mar. 3—Seniors try new mode of hair dressing—looks a little bit queer and Mr. D. gets us mixed up. Mar. 10—Everytning going smoothly; Myra wears a new dress. Mar. 12—Fern brings a visitor. The boys all try to flirt—(she’s only 6 yrs. old!) Mar. 15—Promises of another Civics test. Mar. 16—Still more promises. Mar. 17—Oh, horrors! The promise fulfilled. Mar. 20—Edna and Ada—Mr. D. is simply grand! Mar. 21—Homer and Flossie revive old feelings and decide to bury the hatchet. Mar. 22—Harold turns to Florence for consolation. She turns her back. We offer Harold our heartfelt sympathy. Mar. 23—Mae goes to Columbus. Comes back later full of knowledge. Mar. 25—Lem goes to sleep and dreams and snores! Mar. 26—Frank S. informs us of his love for Lolla. Some- thing new! Mar. 28—We bid the teachers farewell, wishing them a good time and a long stay. April 1—Back again. We hear all about Indianapolis schools— especially their conduct! April 83—Forest C.—Enola is swell, isn’t she? April 5—We plan to play hookey. Myra and Francis exchange smiles. April 6, a. m.—Still more plans! April 6, p. m.—Still more plans! April 7 ,a. m.—Still.muchly more plans! April 7, p. m.—_ WE PLAY HOOKEY. Return at 3 after having our pictures taken and smiling eloquent smiles at the Wabash club. The girls have the exquisite pleasure of a trip to the office at 3:30. April 8—Edna spends the morning in the office, and Blaine “fesses up.” April 9—Our punishment announced. We must return to school the 25th. We all shed penetent tears. April 10—The Freshman program—that’s all! We win from Franklin. Everything again going smoothly after numberless lec- tures, PAT RA O27 Page Twenty-two April 12—Such a horrible smell! Blaine and Frances try an experiment and get sent home. April 13—Blaine still absent. Hlsie R. tells us she is losing flesh. April 15—Frances Murdock again offers fudge. We again feel strangely ill. April 17—Joe Swope wears a new suit. Linden smiles at Fern. April 19—Florence entertains:the girls. We all have a lovely time. April 20—The Beilhartz entertainers are in town, and Mr. Beil- hartz entertains the school with some fine recitations. Seniors won- der if they ever acted as frightened as the 7th and 8th grades! April 21—Time getting short. An English test is promised. April 22—Time getting shorter. Promise fulfilled. Sophs en- tertain us. April 23—Only one more day! Our tears begin to fall. April 25, a. m—Time gett.ng shortest! | - April 25, p. m.—Time gone! We leave with many fond backward glances and tears falling fast. Our farewell to the teachers and to our little room is quite pitiful to behold. But we console ourselves with the fact that the Junior reception and Commencement night is still to come! April 25—Mr. Edwards gives us our farewell talk. He will be missed by every Senior as he has been a classmate to us all year. Through the sky the moon was rolling, It was just the time for strolling, Three settees were in the moonlight, One brown, the others green and white. They said, “Don’t get excited the time isn’t right,” And “Don’t sting us like you did Sunday night.” But give us three settees in the pale moonlight. Mr. Kamman—‘Hattie, what should the ending of this word be?” Hattie (exictedly)—“A question mark.” The S. H. S. shook violently for several minutes. The people from around came flocking out to see the cause. A few minutes later Mr. Donaker walked quietly out of the school. i ds % ee aa THE Page Twenty-three INFORMATION ABOUT THE SENIORS. Name. Age. Talent. Ada Cordes )....53... UNAS GOTLO WHA Wises cldrgeia uta dterd clei sie e's''s s: Talking Frank Schwab ..... WOE BEAVIS. rsatat tots olan a cleterars «fl Ste sides bec Singing Christine Meyer ....Never questioned........Dreaming (of whom?) Haroldveshlage 2 .Do0mt recollect: skices sire cvin meme e ales hele Work Frances Murdock ...Jan’t judge by height .......... Writing Poetry Edna Dobbins ...... Nic¢e ARES ji ma axes Inquiring “Where’s Mick?” Blaine Vogel ....... WSDL ware siecono veins taaceseae’’seyepovete, oleae Writing Notes Flossie Allen ....... LOOKS GECBIVG . .. eidltes b tte cet arcieiacin eee Studying feorn Ritter’... Tees en Can’t take life easy........Passing compliments Rip Y Os... oh sees Older than he looks........ Talking to the girls Myra Laupus....... FUStAS Ay Olle GRIN We: 6a sie! mtoasines Hunting Jokes Frank Wheeler ..... Most convenient ................. Finding girls Elsie Rucker ....... VASP UZ OS Sacked aia) pas voters Weeieresi Reading of Haydes TGC SWOOP . se's ccm RGady CO KISS. ctetae b atscotere Aiding 12 Latin class Mae Kelley ........ PATECEC Ss acteces fetishes ata, a etnguivetete Paid ears Talking Louis Niemeyer .....Can’t tell by size....... To look down on people Hnola Harris 24... %. Beyond APPLOaCh 7! oresice ee svete tase To be quiet Rex Whitson ....... Wont MENtlOnelte nieuw. voltae es Making a noise Bernice White ......Not too old to KisS.......... .sseeee. Giggling Homer Davis ....... Sweet. LG- DEIAr cacmuiee tars wets! Wars erate scateiece To teach Elsie Lawell ........ DENG WH lenis crc} niet ats Whispering in school Porest,Craigit.: ti. JA——MOTE OF LESS So. wae lee cto ele oss Grinning Florence Appel ..... Gan’t YOU SUCES Isc. ose ew eee vies To be sober Cash McOscar ...... PIOUIIELUL recta a attale ose oretts Sieber Cracking Jokes Alma Laupus ....... USE TIS NE dameetetorerratn sich siewsar= + Getting excited Francis Gates .......Wamnts to VOTE. ...... cere ever ees Chewing gum Erma Heuser ....... WG. TIGVED ASiinew co ewie's ccble ‘ale Sige else a Quietness Merrill Montgomery .Acts younger than hereally is, History recitation Frances Teckemeyer.Don’t Care ..... eee ee ee eee eee tener eens Nothing Linden Hodapp ..... GE OEP hh DRG COC Late IC ea anes Trigonometry Brutus—‘“Hello, Caesar, how many eggs did you eat for break- fast this morning?” Caesar—“Et tu Brute.” —Ex. Franklin kid (as Louis N. steps forward)—“What does he teach anyway?” Rather Serious—Yesterday one of the Freshman girls received a note from George Kerr saying, “Mary T. is life itself to me.” PATRIOT COMMENCEMENT NUMBER COMPARISONS. SOA ec seh ce erect hate oe See ae hele sictnt dace. Frank Hopewell PINRIIOTS. ecetucelere sine? cia entarete atc: alas lee eahattiecel dis Walter Voss SIMEMO SEI edie ceva tain Ma eueteee en bam Eos slaueRua ere Vaughn Johnson MOTEYSIUIGAD Airs: Pietra siets arte c eaadec ens pola tei rors ett Carl Osterman MEOLS, SMaAhONr ss SS Se soci ot Soon ore a eoeiah in cele a Carl Linke Mosts Smallers). i: ceo). warts as tae tistere te oy aes ererire HaroldVehslage Most smallest) co 80 seaca.cve tiers Action ole Assign a Sinus Homer. Davis Oh Myshowe smiles ss terectuol aval a smlebenere eas Irwin Glasson Hully’ geeshow small yes coca ccs atere ols etehe Louis Niemeyer SRA te eee Fee LOWE ah oe Bad Gres Dele wae Roy Hughes PRAT h icdokaro sss: sreitte A cn. 8 alma barhd aye isn etoris Harold Graessle ATIOBE RE Obie oc ctaktie a's wre biaresa © el gece © ete eee Ewing Shields MOPe ta Te ie 8 Seer s Dives eR Oele: arpa are Pe ee pre George Meyer EMorertal lor: ana wee ead NE Ah See eee Ray Foster MI ORG CELLET iretelcte reve seh ciciecoregsssies « tertile eee 3 Cullen Barnes NEGATE TUG LLOSUy tn. scrote dia at pre ta ale?abave, weet anal e clie.h ot phaye George Laupus OUR MysnOWAUAING 22 peters oe saercmen's Baie esis tet Wilfred Geile Finlhyi. LCC. NOW = Callas cig a cs ale walecniere, Sisters ackolees Will Humes SOME FAMILIAR SOPH NICKNAMES “Buddy” Kasting. “Smarty” Bunton. “Chink” Hughes. “Snookums” Laupus. “Goldie” Craig. “Waxy” Gilbert. “Beefy” Johnson. “Reddy” Glosson. “Wiz” Everhart, “Piege” Hadley. “Toots” Brewer. Anxious Soph—“O, Mr. Edwards, when will we get our papers?” Mr. E.—‘“Four years from next Tuesday.” Frank Lemp, (quoting from some popular novel)—‘‘She’s as un- pretentious as the summer flowers. Her smile is like the rose but when it bursts to bloom and her eyes sparkle as does the dew drop found in the rose.” Ah, Josehine, that’s a delightful compliment. THE COMMENCEMENT NUMBER PAST RA Page Twenty-four Miscellaneous Edna and Cash were making up their Junior German one eve- ning after school reciting to Mr. Kamman. They had translated fifteen pages and both were becoming tired. The story, however, was at the most thrilling point—the hero telling the heroine of his great love for her and his desire to remain by her side forever— when Cash got stuck. Edna seeing a good chance to tell Cash to quit wrote on a piece of paper, “Tell him you haven’t any more time and have to go home.” Cash, thinking it to be a translation of the next line began very boldly— “Tell him you have—etc.” Mr. Kamman took the hint and excused them. Mr. B.—I understand your boy Joe plays halfback on the foot- team, Mr. Swope—Yes. Mr. B.—How is he in his studies? Mr. Swope—Oh, he is all the way back in them . Roy Hughes is a cute little boy, He’s teacher’s pet and mamma’s “Joy.” Mr. D.—‘‘What caused the depreciation in silver?” Cash—“Because so much of it was mine(d).” Lona Carlock (overheard)—‘“Oh, he has such beautiful large, blue eyes and light curly hair.” Was she referring to Marion 1 Reais beg Christine, (explaining a passage in Hnglish)—It was an old habit of one of the religious sects to wash their feet— Blaine, under his breath)—Whitson sure don’t belong to that sect! Carrie offers a reward for any one who will find her an escort —she says she is getting tired going around with her sister and her beau. WANTED—Information concerning Julius’ excellent Latin les- son on April 8, and an understanding why he could not recite, when his mother visited the class on the following day. To know what became of some of the Juniors when Miss Able kept them in—Mr. Kamman. A microscope to see whether Will Humes is in class or not.— A preventative or sure cure for Squeaking shoes.—Vaughn Johnson. PATIENTS.—I can remove any object from the eye. Miss Davi- son, Hye Specialist, old Office and Paint Shop, Shields High School, North Walnut street, Seymour, Ind. Mrs. D. to Freshie—‘Did you go to the meet?” Freshie—“Now, I didn’t went cause I had went before and didn’t want to and if I had wanted to went I wouldn’t’ve got to weine.” The Junior class would like to know what the joke is about Mick and the concrete object. Mr. Kamman—Russell, what was the extraordinary thing about the founding of Rome? Russell—It started with a handful of peanuts (peasants). Mr. K.—Yes, I should say that would be extraordinary. A ae 2 fe Miss Abel—Clarence, what can’t you get in that sentence? Clarence—long-e. (farther). A Freshman girl giving an oration:——I solemnly vow and declare this fifteenth day of March, in the year of our Lord, nine- teen hundred and ten, that I am going to be a soldier if I grow to be a man. If you want to get wise just call on the Sophs Vir says her face is her fortune. Will someone please donate something. ing .. 7 ee THE Page Twenty-five One evening George Schleter spent the night with friends. During the night his horse was stolen and the following is what appeared in the paper concerning the affair: “One night, the order day, ven I vas been awaked in my sleeps I heard somethings vor I tinks vas not just right in my parn, and I shumps out of bed and runs the parn out and ven I vas der come I sees dat my pig gray iron mare, he vas been tied loose and run mit the stable off, and whoever will him back bring I just pay him as vas been kustimary.” Miss Abel—Frank, where did you begin your review for today? Frank H.—I didn’t begin. Two Freshmen were overheard discussing Latin and one said that he liked Latin so well that he had made up a poem about it, which was as follows: Love your w ork and study well, But let your Latin go to—pieces. Mr. Donaker—“Chester, have you ever seen the Catskill Moun- tains?” Chester—‘“No, but I’ve seen them kill mice.” Floyd G—My eyes have seen the glory of the going of the geography. ¢ Margaret( in Latin)—Misericors, Misericordis (pronounced Miss Sara Cordes). -Louis Cordes—I wonder if she is any relation to me. All are cordially invited to attend the free lecture given every afternoon from two un..| two forty-five by Mr. Edwards. Mr. Kamman at ball game addressed a small boy as follows:— “How many strikes do they have to make before the zame is over?” Small Boy—Any number, just so we win.” Chester Miller—“No girls, my father would not let me haye the auto, because he said that he had not bought it for such fool’sh purposes.” PAT RA O'T COMMENCEMENT NUMBER In the auto there were six, he, four chaperones and she. As this merry party neared the country church the chaperones in the back seat were surprised to hear Mary M., seated by the side of John A., say, “Oh, girls, I am so excited.” During Latin recitation— Miss A.—“Wilfred what does the word flendus sum mean?” Wilfred—“I am going to cry.” Mr. Donaker is showing a special favor to the Senior boys by having the Freshmen girls write papers which call for occasional trips to the library. (How about it Bobby and Clem?) Hence, loathed Civics haze, By James and Sandford writ! How little you are fit, To meet the weary students’ gaze. Ask George Laupus how far it is from his seat to the floor in room A, Angry Teacher—‘“Now then, stupid, what’s the next word that comes after cheese?” Pupil—“A mouse, sir.” “My hair is golden butter,” Said Margie so serene. Said Kennie, ‘They all call her Margie, | But I believe its Margerine.” When rain falls, does it ever rise again?” asked Mr. D. in bot- any class. Pupil—“‘Yes, sir.” Mr. D.—‘‘When Pupil—“‘Why in dew (due) time.” Miss Andrews (exasperately)—Why do you not speak louder? Vaughn—A soft answer turneth away wrath. Miss Abel—Floyd, what degree is that adjetive? Floyd—It is e-er-er is of the nominative degree, isn’t it? A HIGH SCHOOL SLUGGER. A little boy came up to bat, And on his hed was A red soda cap; He played second base, And you bet your life When he came to bat He slugged just right Get out, little boy, Out from the runs For Whitson surely has Knocked a home run. It has stood for many a day, And its held many a joy, And the teachers work without pay, Just to pass the time away. Prof. Edwards examining Louis C. “And you attend the class for Mathematics?” Yes, sir.” “How many sides has a circle?” “Two.” “And what are they?” “An outside and an inside.” Hazel Henderson to Julius: I do not want a touring car, And a roadster will not do; All I want on life’s boulevard, Is a runabout and you. Miss Abel to Junior Latin class: - Twinkle, twinkle, my few stars, How I wonder where the rest of you are, If I had a few more like you, Then I know my cares would be few. Frank Weineke is very proud because Miss Davison said he was the star of the Composition class. COMMENCEMENT NUMBER THE PATRIOT Page Twenty-sie Joe McDonald on applying for position in Andrews-Schwenk drug store was asked what nights he wanted off. He replied, “Well let me see”— Monday Night—Mary Lee and I go walking. Tuesday Night—I take Mary Lee to Dreamland Wednesday Night—I call on Mary Lee Galbraith. Thursday Night—Mary Lee and I sit on Miller’s porch. Friday Night—The crowd goes down to Galbraith’s. Saturday night—Mary Lee comes down town. Sunday Night—I have to take Mary Lee home from church. But I will be willing to stay any other night. Miss Abel nearly has a fit, If our Latin we don’t git, ; And after school we have to sit While she gets off Cicero’s mighty wit. Diary of Julius T., written when he should have been writing Latin: - 3:02%—I really cannot get Latin now, it is too warm. 3:04—Bud G. just now said he adored Latin. 3:05 2-3—A white mule is now passing and I must watch it. 3:1444—The white mule is now making a funny noise.. 3:15—Miss Abel is coming down the aisle. I must write Latin. “You have already by many previous decisions”— 3:21—It was all a false alarm, she just came back to speak to Louis. 3:21 2-83—I do wish the bell would ring, I don’t luke to have to work so hard. 3:zo—Here comes Miss Abel again, now for Latin. “Cataline is at this very minute marching toward our city with’— 3:30—There goes the bell. Goodbye Latin. The following was printed in our Christmas number: “The class of -13 is noted for its pretty girls! Wake up boys!” And they did. Mr K. (in Senior German)—Where did Johann get the helmet? Edna D.—A woman gave it to a man and the man gave it to some other woman! ie rer eeyse - i i iy eee � Ya iy SARI A. Nr Page Twenty-seven T H E Upon being reproved by the Republican editor for not returning more promptly from his paper route, Merrill released himself from the difficulty by saying, ‘“‘Well, you know that Kathryne stays at Aunt Pate’s now.” Mr. Edwards says his Teachers’ Institute lasted four days—but get wise, the last two days of his Institute were held at Deputy. Mr. Edwards promised the Seniors a talk before the close of school. Has he forgotten? Lora and Pansy! How odd that sounds! Pansy and Jewell! Odder still! But oddest of all that I can tell—Kennie and Ophia ! ! Mr. Donaker (in Senior History)—That proposition is as long as it is short. And Louis N. says that must be the way with him. Helen G. decided that she didn’t care for chickens and eggs, but did love to read the evening news. Wonder why? ¢ Our advise to you, Mr. Edwards, is to wait to see the comet until it appears in the evening, for getting up at 4:00 in the morn- ing has too bad an effect. Julius says that he could have made a better recitation in Latin when his mother visited his class, had he not been afraid that she would think him too smart to go to school. Mr. E.—It is easier to rationalize a problem than a person. (Wonder how he knows.) Roy H.—Miss Davison has a sure cure for stoop shoulders. I know cause I have been there. Margaret and Lucile are the headlights And shine all through the class; Joe and Julius are the foot-lights And always come out last. PATRIOT COMMENCEMENT NUMBER LUCILE’S CONCLUSION Walter is fat; All elephants are fat; Therefore Walter is an elephant. Walter likes sauerkraut, Walter is an elephant. Therefore elephants like sauerkraut. Miss Abel (in Soph Latin)—George, what are you reading so fast for? George L.—Because it says here that Caesar was in a hurry to get over into the territory of the Sugambri. Miss Davison (reading)—“The Faculty sat on the platform.” Leland Hadley—‘Oh, Miss Davison, didn’t they have any chairs?” Mick was questionea by his mother the other day as to how he happened to tear his pants. He being a-very brilliant Latin student answered the louowing: “Mater, darlinibus, rightibus noligntorum, rickety gate post pantaloonstorum. Pneribus kissibus. Sweet pueltorum. Puellibus likibus, Wantie somorum, Matribus hear:bus, Sweetie puellorum. Kickibus pueribus, Out of tne doorum.” His mother said no more. Berkley sat on the desk, His head was in a whirl; His eyes and mouth were full of hair, His arms were filled by a girl. Mr. E. predicts that a comet in the form of a test will hit the Freshmen pretty hard. COMMENCEMENT NUMBER TBE Ora says Mr. Kamman hasn’t the German feeling. vonder how she knows. On account of the most urgent petition of Blaine, we have promised not to put anything in the “Patriot” concerning him in certain stated relations. Edna D. is trying to decide which is best, to love one and hate the rest, or to hate the one and love all the rest. PiAvTeR 2G: 1 Page Twenty-eight Oh! Luella, why did you remain at Galbraith’s after your friends had departed? Mr. Kamman—‘“Ethel, tell about the engagement.” Ethel—‘“‘Why, I-er-I haven’t any.” The information has just come to light, that Browning has written a new poem entitled ‘‘Sapolio.” Page Twenty-nine T H E A $100.00 DIAMOND RING Given away. Save your numbers on peanut and popcorn bags. Numbers must be recorded at The Owl Cigar Store. Numbers recorded at the rate of i) one cent each. ' Ring on display at Jackson’s Jew- elry Store. Set to suit either lady or gent. Who will be the Lucky Person? E. M. McELVAIN, Prop. Cash Buyers of Produce | Telephone 11 Stanfield-Carlson Hdw. Co. GASOLINE AUTOS FILLED HERE 106 West Second Street, Seymour, Ind. Hadley Poultry Co. FIRST NATIONAL BANK CAPITAL $100,000. SURPLUS $35,000 C. D. BILLINGS, Pres. J. A. ANDREWS, Cashier B. F. 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HUSTEDT CO. | If you want to wear comfortable clothes, | be sure and go to the right place. Ladies’ and Gents’ old clothes made fit to wear. A. SCIARRI, The Tailor by Trade and Haber- | dasher. 14 South Second Street | . BLUMER BARRIGER DEALERS IN Fresh and Cured Meats of All Kinds Phone 118 SEYMOUR, INDIANA THE BEE HIVE Hammocks, Croquet Sets, Ice Cream Freezers Sunshine Paint $1.15 per Gallon Klein Wolter Seymour’s Shopping Center Rockstroh Contractors and Builders Carpenter Work a Specialty Cc. W. Milhous DRUGGIST East Second Street Go to the People’s Grocery for everything good to eat Tabb Reinhart ) Ae Ladies! aad. Gents’ Shesmaker ‘BOOT. AND SHOR REPAIRING WHILE YOU. WAIT i SRINE: cei GIVEN Pulse ATTENTION. - j See eie aaah c yee Ll}: [eco Breas Paneer ee tye FAULKNER, Ves re ‘Le Gor furnace. Very | a holds fire over nig rer grades. Seer eee oo ees