Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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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

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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

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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.” ,