Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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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.”

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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.

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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