Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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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

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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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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,