Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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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,

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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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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