Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 124 of the 1913 volume:

“Tas y ' � a THE PATRIOT J SHIELDS HIGH SCHOOL SEYMOUR INDIANA ‘Nat failure, but low aim is crime.’ E PUT into your hands this our first Annual and beg that you receive it kindly. It is our first venture, so we ask that you condone its faults and appreci- ate its virtues. In past years the Senior classes edited school papers. They were on the or- der of a “School Times,” published two or three times a year. This year, we decided to expend all of our efforts on one book. We have endeavored to make it more than a record of school affairs, to make it a book of interest, not only to those in school, but to all our friends. We have striven to make it a book of literary merit. The name, ““PATRIOT,”’ given during the Span- ish-American war, we have retained. So we offer this PATRIOT as a representative of our earnest endeavors and our best work. Ono Miss Andrews, mr Principal, me Dedicate ag a token of our affection, the Patriot of 1913. Sohn Austin Linke Superintendent of Public Schools PuiLtip NICHALSON ““Grandpa,”’ during his eighteen years of faithful service, has endeared himself to the hearts of the school children of today and yesterday. On Shields High School N THE magic glass of memory, _ With its visions of the years, Looking close we see the pictures Of our early joys and tears. As your wondrous doors were opened To our toddling baby feet, With what heart-throbs then we entered All your mysteries to greet. And as time passed on we lingered, Growing stronger day by day; For you led us ever onward, In your wise but gentle way. Here, the questioning mind of childhood Found the answer which it sought; Here, with throes of youthful anguish, Life’s experience was bought. For the fields of broader vision, For the insight into life, For the power to win life’s battles Mid its conflict and its strife, For these gifts of priceless value, Guardian of our youthful days, We to thee our tribute offer, As we go our different ways. iL. @ eae, By rl ay vy é eke : trina yea € 12% ri a Sty ’ av % A ¥ ; ' -) ve Vie Ps tar ae im a “i i 1 , 4 THs i ; i _ xl ae | 7 Fp iY bh basin pete? t ‘ � i Shields High Srhonl WAS erected in 1871. Brick by brick, my walls rose, until at last my lofty head proudly lifted itself skyward. About me were planted thrifty young trees, and in the midst of my beautiful surroundings I stood, proudly conscious of my great and important calling. My walls soon rang with the voices of children, and from my halls were turned out graduates, who are an honor to my institution. Judges, an attorney-general, speakers, congressmen and legislators were once the mischievous little boys who played under my trees and skipped through my halls. Years passed on. Seymour grew from a thrifty little village to a growing and prosperous little town. The school population increased rapidly and the citizens began to cry: ‘““More room; build a south wing!’’ and lo! it was accomplished. Commence- ments were then held in my assembly room, but this soon became too small, and the different churches were used to accommodate the crowds, that flocked to these great annual affairs. As the decades passed one after another over my head, and the little trees, upon which once long ago I had looked down, now spread their branches and lifted their heads far beyond me, I began to feel the infirmities of old age. They braced me up as best they could; erected fire-es- capes; but no use; my floors were warped, my doors creaked, my stairways were worn and unsafe, my walls moldy, my whole frame trembled with every swaying breeze. And once again the cry came from the city: ““Too small; too far behind the times. Our children should have and do deserve a better school home.’’ So the edict went forth, and then the havoc commenced. I was treated more cruelly than ever I dreamed human beings could treat me. ‘They knocked and they banged; and finally (it is too painful to relate) I remained only a pile of white, mortar-bestrewn bricks. “Alas!” thought I, “‘my day is over.” There I remained in stacks for several weeks. One day, as I was patiently awaiting my fate, I overheard the contractor remark to a member of the School Board: “Sure, we can use these bricks. Just the thing for the foundation and inner lining.”’ At this I trembled so violently with joy that several of my companions fell to the pavement with a crash, which made even the conversing gentlemen take notice. . During the summer and fall of 1911, hammers clanged, machinery buzzed, men worked and whistled; and soon the new building rose upon the foundation of the old, like a young tree that springs up from the fruit of the towering oak. And behold! the stately and majestic new High School building. My once narrow corridors have expanded into spacious halls; my once crowded, poorly ven- tilated, and ill lighted rooms have become models of sanitation. I rejoice to find existing a per- vading spirit of earnestness, loyalty, and good comradeship which makes me proudly float my colors. Through the kindness of friends and the loyal efforts of the pupils, my walls are hung with beauti- ful pictures; my halls are adorned with graceful statuary and my gymnasium furnished with the best modern equipment. The Old Building and the New send greetings to all the dear children of Seymour. Its doors swing open wide, waiting for you. “‘Come, come, come,” it seems to say, “neglect not thy opportunity of a lifetime to drink at the fountain of knowledge in such delightful surroundings. Dear children, Come! Come! Come!”’ Board of School Crusters William M. Casey LeRoy Miller Benjamin FH. Schueck PRESIDENT SECRETARY TREASURER E WHO dares to stand for right, He who dares to stand for truth, Bravely seeking for the right In the halcyon days of youth. He it is who brave and fearless, Launched upon the sea of life, In both days of woe or brightness, Guides his craft amid the strife. High School Faculty Kate Ferris Andrews PRINCIPAL ENGLISH AND HISTORY I. Roy Everett MATHEMATICS Eleuthera H. Davison ENGLISH AND HISTORY Christine Lebline GERMAN @. G. Phillips SCIENCE Katherine A. Ouinn LATIN Amy B. Rorgye MATHEMATICS Gi. C. Gast Music Lillian M. Wolland DRAWING In Scandinavia HENRY WAJENBERG OR many years it has been the beautiful custom of Scandinavian children to spend a few golden harvest days in gleaning grain from the fields to feed to the sparrows on Christmas day. [ach little harvester provides a feast for his songsters, and the birds never fail to be present on that particular day, when a tall pole, crowned with clustering grain, is set up before them. On this festal day it is really difficult to decide which are happier, the birds who share in the Christmas feast or the children. Little Elsie had also a large sheaf put away for the birds. Elsie was not a fair-haired little maiden of the North. The soft locks that fell freely over her shoulders were of a deep, lustrous black; her eyes, too, were dark and soft and expressed such a depth of feeling that they always appeared humid as with a tear either of joy or sorrow. On seeing her one felt impelled to place a hand upon her head and kiss the plump little cheek that seemed aflame with health. She was the only child of loving par- ents who had drifted here a year since from some more southern clime. She was living a happy, care-free life in this sheltered nook on the wild coast of Scandinavia. The winter, thus far, had been unusually mild, for there had been no frost severe enough to close the harbors. It was well towards noon of the day before Christmas that the father an- nounced his intention of going to the village, no great distance off, to purchase a few things for the morrow. On hearing this, Elsie ran up to him with the request that he first set up the bird poles, as he had before promised. This the father gladly did according to her direction. A hole of the right size had been chiseled into a flat stone, and in this the pole was easily lowered or raised, as Elsie might wish. Having completed his work, the father stepped into his boat and rowed away, as Elsie ran up to the house. Here the fond mother was working with a view to the morrow. The room was filled with an odor of good things, which seemed to exert magical influence over Elsie, for she began im- mediately to help her mother. However, seeing that her efforts were not seriously appreciated, she decided to turn her attention elsewhere. For a while she was quiet. Suddenly she startled her mother by the cry, “Oh, mother! look! It’s snowing. The soft, white flakes were, indeed, beginning to drift down and settle in sheltered places. After a hasty glance, the mother continued her work. But Elsie, perched on a chair, remained gazing out of the window, apparently fascinated by the tiny, whirling, drifting, never-resting flakes. Suddenly her eye caught sight of a little dark speck far out on the sea, battling with the waves that were ever growing larger and more threatening. She turned to her mother: ‘‘I think I see father coming back. My! but he’s having a time out there on those waves.”” The mother left her work. Busy as she had been, no thought of a storm had entered her mind. Throwing a shawl over her shoulders, she started to run down to the beach; but before she had gone twenty steps from the door of the cottage, she found herself caught in a gale that seemed bent on bearing her bodily down into the heaving, churning, green and white waves that broke on the rocks at her feet and covered her with icy spray. Numb with cold, almost unable to stand, and with an awful terror now in her heart, she made her way to a more sheltered spot with great difficulty. Here, in a little space, she walked to and fro, moaning and wringing her hands, and trying to catch a glimpse through the white mists of that tiny speck so far out on the heaving seas. The little craft bore up well, considering the conditions; but the last ray of hope died out in the heart of the fisher when the stinging particles of snow and ice shut out from his blurred vision all traces of the landscape. Though the little boat was half filled with water, and he himself drenched from head to foot, he still worked on the oars and strove to reach the shore. Little Elsie, thus left alone, tried to amuse herself by playing housewife and arranging a row of little cakes before the blazing hearth-fire. Her childish attention was easily diverted, and it was dark before she realized it. Then it was, for the first time, that a fear for her mother arose in her breast. But she threw some more wood on the fire, went over to the bed, and was soon lost in the land of dreams. Outside the storm raged on. How long the almost insane mother wandered about, she never knew; but it was past midnight when, chilled to the bone and utterly despairing, she staggered into the little room and sank in a senseless heap on the bed beside her little daughter. The slight disturbance awoke Elsie. She arose and looked about her. The fire seemed to have been out for a long time, and she felt strangely numb. Outside it was so bright and white that she felt sure it must be morning. Her desire had been to hang out the sheaf of wheat the first thing in the morning and now, it seemed, was the time to do it. Without stopping to put on any wraps, she picked up the sheaf of wheat and started for the bird pole. It had ceased snowing and the moon shone brightly, but the wind still blew furiously and the waves dashing on the rocks could be heard a long way off. Elsie soon reached the pole, but it was with difficulty that she lowered it to put on the food for the birds, which she thought must soon be coming. ‘That strange feeling of numbness seemed to increase and she felt dizzy after she had set the pole up again. Suddenly, it seemed, a sound of music fell on her ear and at the same instant she sank to her knees. With folded hands, she listened attentively. The sound was repeated and before her eyes there came, not a flock of birds, but a vision of angels wrapped all in a glorious cloud of light. For a brief moment the cloud hung over the little kneeling form and then Elsie felt herself borne up, as on wings, amid a host of singing cherubim. When the sun rose that Christmas morning, it spread its long rays along the rocky coast that was still being assailed by thundering waves that had shaken it the night before. Great rocks were rolled high up on the beach; masses of sea-weed were strewn everywhere; and piece by piece the great waves were tossing up high and dry on the sandy beach the remains of a fisher’s boat. Farther up the beach stood the little cottage. The door was open and a warm sunbeam shone through and fell upon the still form of a woman lying just as she had thrown herself on the bed a few hours before. Farther yet up the beach, a flock of noisy sparrows was twittering and flut- tering about a sheaf of grain that hung on a tall pole, and at the foot of the pole was the form of a little girl, kneeling as in an attitude of worship to the birds which she loved so well. ae a ee —_—- — Che Chemistry Star MARY TECKEMEYER HE Chemistry class could boast of but one girl member; not because there were no other girls wanted, but because no other girls wanted it. To say she was petted would not be exaggerating in the least. Three weeks had passed since she entered the class and not yet had she been able to accomplish any of the marvelous things of which she had so proudly boasted. Everything was quiet as she sat in the laboratory, alone. Though the Chemistry recitation came next, she had not even begun the preparation of her lesson. “‘I’d like to know,’’ thought she, “‘what’s the use of learning all these old names and formulas. I couldn’t learn them in a week, much less in one period. I'd rather spend my time experimenting. That's fun. But this text-book work! Oh, it makes me tired! I wish I could discover some explosive that would beat nitro-glycerine; that would make me great; all the boys would gaze in wonder and admiration; perhaps my picture would even be hung in the ‘Hall of Fame’.’’ Thus her thoughts ran, until finally she became drowsy, and her book fell from her hands. She went to the shelf and took down a large mortar. Placing it on a table, she began filling it with first one chemical and then with another. A gleam of victory lighted her face as the mix- ture began to turn green. Slowly she stirred it, and it grew greener and greener, until finally it began to bubble. She was a little surprised at first, but kept on stirring and stirring. All at once there was a pop and a sizzle, and finally a blue vapor began to rise slowly and spread an unpleasant odor through the room. The girl now became thoroughly frightened, realizing that something dreadful was going to happen. She rushed to the two doors, only to find them locked; then to the windows, but they were too small for her to crawl through. She took another glance at the mixture. The popping seemed to be growing louder and the blue vapor increasing in volume. Cold sweat stood out on her forehead as she rushed up and down the room, unable to speak from fright. The room was now almost filled with the vapor and the sounds from the bubbling mixture had in- creased to miniature explosions. She staggered to the middle of the room, blinded and almost suf- focated. Out of the stillness, which seemed to reign for a moment, there came a terrific explosion which split the air and blew the room to pieces. She felt herself rising in the air; a sudden rush of cold air told her that she had passed through the roof. Now she was sinking back — down, down — into darkness. Would she ever reach the bottom? The moments seemed hours. Down, down — splash — and she lit in ice-cold water. She awoke with a start. Her chair had tipped backward, landing her in a tank of water, in which the class were accustomed to clean their apparatus. To her dismay, there stood the en- tire class. They seemed to be choking, and yet it couldn’t be on account of the vapor. One part of her wish, at least, had come true, for the boys were gazing at her in open-mouthed wonder. Che Baitnnil BOBBY ‘14 A SHE sun comes up from o’er the hill And greets the dancing daffodil, Which nods along the twinkling rill, That doth the ocean help to fill. The wind comes up from o’er the mead And blows aloft the ripened seed, Which oft the little birds doth feed, That on their southern journey speed. The frost comes up from o’er the deep And puts the daffodil to sleep, Which doth its little blossoms keep, That in the spring again will peep. Spirit Lake HENRY WAJENBERG E. HAD been camping for a week, and all of us had become much in- terested in Tom. He seemed to be such an extraordinary fellow that we were constantly expecting something unusual from him. At most, he was not over thirty-five; and, though he had spent most of his time out of doors, he had much to say on every subject that came up for discussion. He knew the scientific name of every fish we caught; and none of us knew a bird with which he was not intimately acquainted. He would rush suddenly into camp, snatch a green butterfly-net from some convenient place where he had hung it, and disappeared into the a KS aN 4, bushes, soon to return with some gaudy victim which he would add to his collection of butterflies. From what we could learn from him, he must have covered most of the territory northeast of the Great Lakes and all of the state of Maine in gathering specimens. However, he had not devoted his entire life to the out of doors. He had studied Rhetoric and, though it was a mystery to us all how he did it, had found time to teach it also. This, probably, together with the vast number of in- teresting experiences he had had would account for his ability as a a story teller. Thus far, however, there had been little opportunity for him to show his ability along this line. But one morning the sun shone watery through an uncertain mass of grey-green clouds in the east and Tom announced that there would be “nothing doing outside” that day. We took his word for it and, as it was beginning to grow chilly, we hastily gathered some fuel with which to build a fire on the hearth in our little cabin. Each provided himself with a small box for a seat and we gathered around the fire. Tom sat on a bench and leaned back against the wall near the fire. It seemed that we all understood that some one was to tell a story for the benefit of the others. Finally, after all had cast several suspicious glances in his direction, Tom said, “Well, what shall it be ’’ There was a brief pause, during which we exchanged questioning glances, but finally I said, ““Whatever you choose.”’ To this all assented; so we settled down comfortably around our cheerful little fire. Outside the rain fell gently and now and then the wind soughed loudly through the trees. To most of us it was an atmosphere of charm and romance; but Tom was apparently used to such conditions, for he settled back unconsciously against the log wall and was lost in reverie. To us he seemed a very romantic sort of person, as he sat leaning against the cabin wall, his black, bushy hair partially covering his slightly receding forehead. There was a concentrated, yet passive, ex- pression upon his face, and the manner in which he was dressed lent an air of romance to his short figure. We waited patiently for the first word of the tale he was about to relate. At last he began: “This is the first time I was ever so far south. Hitherto the southernmost boundary of my field of observation has been Lake Michigan. I don’t know why or how I ever came here, but that’s generally the way with me. Att least, so it was when I visited Spirit Lake, up in the Hud- son Bay territory. That was a beautiful place — yet, strangely wierd. The surroundings were very impressive and I felt, when the Indian guide told me its name was ‘Spirit Lake,’ that it had been well named. There was always an agreeable chill and freshness in the air; and a mist that hung over the place in the morning and evening seemed to exert a spell of magic over me. I loved the lake and yet was afraid to trust myself on it. But it seemed such a tantalizing delight to get out early and paddle around in my canoe that I formed the habit. Every morning I would rise early, take my field glass, rod and gun, step into the canoe and paddle away into the mist. “One morning, I was paddling around with my usual equipment, when, suddenly the mist disappeared and the sun shone brightly on a long, low, sandy bar. I naturally turned my head and glanced in the direction of the sunlight. I was about twenty yards from the shore, and the same space lay between the water and a thick growth of bushes and tall grass. As I looked, I thought that I saw a slight figure moving swiftly toward the undergrowth. I quickly raised my glass, but caught only a fleeting glimpse. I paddled back to camp as fast as I could and told the guide what I had seen. ‘Ah,’ he said, ‘you have seen the beautiful Hortenza. She lives over there by the French hunter.’ “ That was all he would tell me, but you may believe that I was anxious to know more about the beautiful Hortenza. I returned to the spot where I had seen the figure disappear in the bushes and fished there the rest of the day, hoping to catch a glimpse of it again. But as even- ing came, and still nothing was to be seen or heard, I grew less watchful and more thoughtful. Who could the beautiful Hortenza be? Hortenza was a French name, and the Indian had said she lived with a French hunter. Might not she be the daughter of the Frenchman? The In- dian had said that she was beautiful. I trailed my line listlessly, and in my reverie the mists of evening descended upon Spirit Lake and hid me in its enshrouding folds. Still I sat with low- ered head, thinking of what my guide had said and what I had seen. Suddenly, there sounded through the darkening mist, from the direction of the shore, a cry so wierd and loud that, in my fright, I almost fell out of the canoe. Trembling with fear, I wound in my lines, took up the paddle, and headed for the camp as fast as I could go. “Now, you must understand that this was quite a while ago, and that then I did not know all I know now. The sound puzzled me, and yet, I would not ask the guide to explain it, for I desired to find out m ore about Hortenza and did not care to have an Indian mixed up in any of my affairs. ““Early next morning, I was again on the lake, watching from the same place. As before, { managed to catch just a fleeting glimpse of the figure as it disappeared into the thicket. As far as I could see, there was no movement of bushes as it silently vanished into the depths before my eyes, but this only added to the mystery. I determined to find out more about Hortenza at whatever cost, and turned about to question my guide further. “T found him sitting idly on a log outside the tent, and told him to relate to me all he knew concerning Hortenza. He began, and in his Indian manner, told me the following story: ‘“ The French hunter, who lives across the lake, was the first white man to invade this ter- ritory. He encountered many hardships before he settled down to hunt and trap, and once he was lost in a storm. It was early spring and the whole country was very wet. There was no place for him to sleep and, as it was night he could not find his camp. Suddenly, there sounded above the noise of the storm a long, loud, wierd cry. Following this, the Frenchman reached his camp. Soon after, he captured this creature that had cried with so wierd a voice, and be- cause it once saved his life, he spared it and kept it in his camp. He called it by the most beau- tiful name he could think of. Now, when he is away, it cries loudly, and by the noise he knows where his camp is to be found..’ “Thus the Indian guide ended his story, and when I protested that he had not yet told me just what Hortenza was, he said that we should visit the Frenchman and find out for ourselves. That afternoon, w e both paddled over to his camp and there I learned that Hortenza was a large, awkward, black and white loon.”’ On Che South Land RAY EF. HIMEBAUGH f HEN the birds begin to go, W Fn the land of ice and snow; When they leave their empty nests For the Southland and the West,— Then I feel devoid of cheer, For my thoughts are then not here, But rather in the Southland bright, Where ‘tis warm both day and night. The Time That I Like Best a6 HE. time of all, that I like best, Is when I sit by the fire to rest; BOBBY ‘!4 When fierce the winds in the chimney blow, As they make the sparkling embers glow. The relic clock sends forth a chime, The pendulum is beating time, The big hand joining in the sound Drives the little one around. In the open doorway of the hall, The playful kitten rolls the ball. The old cat bows with utmost grace, While washing off his dirty face. Above the moaning of the sea Hooting are the owlets three, As they flutter to and fro Seeking shelter from sleet and snow. Far away, o’er hill and dells Is heard the jingling of sleigh bells Joined with voices of gay laughter, Shouting, ‘‘Faster, faster, faster.”’ After Many Years INEZ KREINHAGEN HE deep shadows of late evening had fallen over the little village of Aaron, and here and there the golden glow of a lamp shone through the windows of the scattered cottages. From the nearby stream came the dismal croaking of frogs, and numberless little creatures of the night flitted about, filling the air with a soft, drowsy under-current of sou nd. At the brink of the stream, and reflecting its dancing light in the clear, running water, was a camp-fire. The huge silhouette of a covered wagon showed indistinctly against the star-lit summer sky. Lounging around on the soft earth were five men, while two women finished re- placing in the wagon the rude implements with which the evening meal had been prepared. A third sat on the wagon steps, holding on her lap a sleeping child. Gradually the fire died down, leaving a heap of glowing embers. From the trees overhead, came the cry of a whip-poor-will. In the square in front of the village postoffice, all the children had gathered, playing and shouting in their glee. Near them on the veranda of the postoffice, many of their elders were sit- ting,— the men smoking and talking politics, while the women listened and talked of the coming church fair. A young man of eighteen years strolled up, spoke a moment to the people on the porch and went into the office. No sooner had he turned his back than the buzz of conversation centered on him. “Well, ef I do say so, that Jim Carey ain't no ordinary crittur. The way that boy draws pitchers is a caution,’’ drawled Si Jones, the blacksmith. “Yes; when he went to school over at Cloverdale, they wuz a man there what said if Jim ’ud draw his pitcher so you could tell it was him, he’d send him ter some sort of a school in Noo York ter learn ter draw real fer-sure pitchers, like ye read about in the Vatikan in Paris, or somewhere like that,’’ said Miss Jane Wimple, the village seamstress. At this point in the discussion, Jim Carey came out, holding in his hand a letter. Every one looked up, expectantly. “Well, neighbors,’ he said; “you can wish me good luck. I just received a letter from Mr. Wallon, asking me to let him send me to an art academy in New York.” “Did yer draw his picture?” cried Miss Jane. “Are ye goin’ ter go, Jim ?’’ There was great excitement. They all crowded around him, asking questions and specu- lating as to how long it would be before he would be famous. When their excitement had some- what subsided, they all sat down with Jim in their midst, to talk of his future. A small girl, in a pink gingham dress, was with the others in the street. As she was but four years old, no notice was taken when she did not join in the games of the older children. A glow-worm flitted past her ,she stretched out her hand for it. Not catching it, she ran after it. Still eluding her, it flitted down the road. Laughing, the tiny girl pursued it on and on, past the little church. Now she almost had it in her hand; now it was a little way ahead. Suddenly the child stopped. She had just crossed the little bridge over the stream. A short distance to her right, she heard the soft murmer of voices. They did not sound like her big brother Jim’s. She couldn’t understand what they were saying, and they talked so fast. ““Maybe it’s fairies,” she said, aloud. “I’m goin’ to go and find them.” She did not think of fear as she confidently walked toward the covered wagon. The voices ceased. A man raised his head and quickly motioned for the others to look; then he arose and went to the child. She looked into his dark face and smiled, as she asked, “Is you a fairy?” The others quickly gathered around, speaking rapidly to each other, in Italian. “Is you fairies?’ repeated the child, “‘cause if you isn’t, I’s got to go back; but if you is, I’ll stay a little while, cause I like fairies.” One of the men patted her on the head. “Yes, we are fairies, and we'll take you to fairy land with us, maybe.”’ ““Good-looking kid,” said one to another. Black hair and eyes, too; easy to darken the face.” “Her looks will beg for her,’’ said a woman. ‘“We might as well take her. We'll never get another chance like this.’’ “Will you take me to fairyland with you?” The gypsies nodded and smiled at her. “Oh, goodie! I knew there wuz fairies, cause Jim read to me about them; but I never knew they talked so funny” “Who is Jim ’’ suspiciously asked the man who could speak English. ““Oh, he’s my big brother,’’ said the child. The horses were hurriedly untied from the trees and hitched to the wagon. The fire was covered with sand, the women climbed into the wagon with the two children, the men mounted into the high seat, and the horses were started. Softly and slowly they crept away from the village, down the road; but at a short distance from town, the horses were lashed into a brisk run. An hour later, Jim Carey rose and called for his sister to come, as it was time to go home. The children looked about, and then at each other. Alice was not there. “She has gone home, alone,’’ suggested one. Some one ran to see. She was not at home. Every house in the village was searched. No trace of Alice could be found. There was the wildest confusion. Searching parties were formed and the countryside was scoured. The search went on for weeks. Newspapers all over the country were filled with descriptions of the beautiful child. Accounts told of a tiny red scar behind her left ear, which had been caused by falling backwards and striking the corner of a chair. No child was found answering to that description, and, finally, she was given up as dead. Cs % Fs ry % % othe % % % Fifteen years later, the great artist, James Carey, had packed his easel and gone to spend his summer vacation in the Adirondacks. As he was sitting in the sun one cool morning, he . iy bi looked down the mountain. A thin column of white smoke was seen rising from an open space. Prompted by curiosity, he put on his hat and walked leisurely in that direction, and soon saw it was a band of gypsies. For a time he watched from behind some shrubbery and saw them eat their morning meal. Suddenly, from one of the wagons there stepped a slender girl; the loveliest girl he had ever seen. Picking up a tin pail, she ran gracefully to a spring near by and, stooping, filled the bucket with the sparkling water. As she held it to her lips, drinking, James Carey caught his brush. What a picture she made! the shining pail in her hand, her great black braids hang- ing over her girlish shoulders, and her gypsies dress making a splash of vivid color against the deep green of the trees. The color of her cheeks was heightened by the color of her dress, and a red scarf was loosely knotted about her head. He determined to have her pose for him. Advancing to the group around the wagon, he asked permission to paint the senorita’s picture. | The gypsies deliberated among themselves; but when it was made clear that they would be well paid, their consent was given. The girl came back from the spring, and Carey asked her if she would pose for a picture. In a low voice, she said she would; and at the voice the man started. This girl could not possibly be a gypsy by birth. That day the sittings began, and day after day the girl and the artist came to know each other better. One day, when the picture was finished, Carey asked her to pose for another. He gave her the costume which she was to wear. ihe next day she came dressed as he had re- quested. As she took the desired position, her head was turned slightly from him. He gave a cry and passed his hand over his eyes, for there, against the olive of her skin, just behind her ear, was a faint red scar. She turned and looked at him, questioningly. He seized her hand and excitedly told her of the disappearance of his little sister fifteen years before. ‘‘She had a scar like that behind her ear, and her eyes,— she had black eyes,— her mother’s eyes,— your eyes!”’ “T have here a picture,” the girl said, slowly, “that I found one day when Anton, my uncle, dropped it. I showed it to him and asked him who it was. He snatched it from me and angrily said it was none of my business; but I found it again under his coat where he had been resting his head and I took it.” “Let me see the picture,” said James, eagerly. The girl drew from her bosom a faded picture of a sweet-faced woman. The eyes were strangely like her own, and the hair was of the same inky blackness. James glanced at it, and his hand trembled as he held it. Handing it back to the girl, he seized her shoulders. ‘“This is your mother,” he cried; ‘“‘my mother! The picture you have in your hands disappeared the same night you did. You must have been playing with it when you were stolen. You are Alice Carey, my sister; my little sister!”’ That evening a message flashed over the wires to a little cottage in Aaron: Mr. JOHN CAREY: Will be home Wednesday. Will bring Alice. JAMES CAREY. Patriot Stall Editor-in-Chief, HARRIET MONTGOMERY Associate Editors Class Editors Mary Mack KATHRYNE KESSLER KATHRYN HANCOCK Harry GLASSON CHARLES THOMAS Hitpa Howe Art Editors. EsTHER ARNOLD FRED CULP Gro. SCHLETER Business Manager, FRANK LEMP Assistants WILFRED GEILE HENRY WAJENBERG Mary TECKEMEYER CULLEN BARNES m=] HE publication of an Annual is a departure from the custom of other years. As is 1] always the case with a new venture, there have been many obstacles to surmount in RASA its accomplishment. It was not without a realization of this that we undertook this es Hq] work. We felt, however, that a year book would mean much to us, not only now, but later. We felt, furthermore, that we would gain valuable experience from the meeting and surmounting of any difficulties that might arise. Special thanks are due to Miss Quinn, for her invaluable aid. She has contributed much of her time and effort to the success of the book. In addition to those whose names are mentioned in - connection with their work, we are largely indebted to Miss Volland, Miss Andrews, Miss Davi- son, Magdalen Fettig, Doris Geile, Merle Dannatelle and Earl Harrington. To these, to all con- tributors to the book and to our advertisers we are indebted for any success our book may achieve. Che Class of Chirteen JOSEPHINE FETTIG P QHE day was bright and cheery, And gallantly they strode, That band of happy Freshmen, Along the high-school road. The day was bright and cheery, And blithe of heart were they; For, far off in the distance, Those dear diplomas lay. SAR The year passed on and found them Within the mighty fold; Freshmen green, no longer, But Sophomores, brave and bold. a And now through work and study, They’ve reached the Junior class. . a In all their high-school studies, OF No one could them surpass. | At last they stand as Seniors, Where soon this course will end, But memories sweet will linger, As to their work they bend. FRANK LEMP. “T'll speak in burning oratory.”’ President of class; vice-president of Athletic As- sociation, 1911—12; business manager of An- nual; basket ball team, 1911-12; foot ball team, 1911; representative in oratorical contest; senior play. “‘Nuf sed!’’ HARRIET MONTGOMERY. “The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.”’ Secretary and treasurer of class; editor-in-chief of Annual; vice-president of Athletic Associa- tion, 1910; representative in declamation; senior play. A first-class student who possesses much dramatic ability. HENRY WAJENBERG. “T cannot tell what the dickens his name is.”’ Chairman of advertising committee of Annual; senior play; has great literary talent and ar- tistic ability. Mary Mack. “A beautiful woman is . . ._ the par- adise of the eyes.” Literary editor of the Annual; basket ball team, 1912; Senior play; chairman of the advertising committee of Athletic Association. Mary is not only our class beauty, but the honor pupil. CULLEN BARNES. “T would that the gods had made thee poeti- cal,”’ Senior play. A witty lad, noted for his poem, “To Josephine.’’ Loudest rooter at basket ball games, Mary TECKEMEYER. “Light quirks of music, broken and uneven, Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven.”’ Advertising committee of Annual; Senior play. Plays in orchestra and at most entertainments. Maid of the startling coiffure. “‘Complete change of program every day.” EWING SHIELDs. All the world loves a lover.”” Senior play; booster of athletics. Josephine! Josephine! Josephine! BERTHA TOBROCKE. She rose like an autumnal night, that springs out of the East.”’ Entered this year from Waymansville, and has taken an active part in school life. EARL SCHOBERT. “Why do I blush? I say, pray, tell me why.” Earl is popular with the ladies and an ardent basket ball booster. a ae KATHRYN HANCOCK. And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.”’ Associate editor of Annual; Midsummer Night’s Dream. An ardent supporter of the An- nual. Small, sweet and light haired. Ever ready to laugh. Maurice Hopapp. A tower of strength is an honest man.”’ All-star basket ball player, 1913; Midsummer Night’s Dream. Of late, Maurice’s heart has flown from the senior class and found a resting place with one of the ‘‘Freshies.”’ FREDA DEPPERT. A merry heart goes all the day.” You'll know ‘‘Fritz” by her twinkling blue eyes and her merry smile. RUTH KAUFMAN. “I'm a giggler of giggles, All’s funny to me.” A rosy-cheeked, brown-eyed, little maiden, with a smile for all. WILFRED GEILE. A nickname is the hardest stone that the devil can throw at a man.”’ Biff! Chairman of subscription committee of An- nual; treasurer of Athletic Association, 1911; orchestra. Ever a reliable member of business committees. ESTHER ARNOLD. “T am nothing if not critical.” Senior play; art editor of Annual. A strong student, who has always taken an active part in class work and stunts. WiLL HuMEs. ‘Make me a trifle taller.” Small, but mighty. Received an ‘‘A’”’ in Chem- istry. ‘‘Mirabile dictu.’’ Mary LEE GALBRAITH. ‘Have you not heard it said that a woman's nay doth stand for naught?” Senior play. One of those lightly flitting indi- viduals, who has derived much pleasure from her high school career. Roy MANION. ‘Wake up! tis morn! the cock crows.” Senior play. Roy entered last year from Cort- land High School and immediately made good in track. HAZEL BRETTHAUER. “ Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low.”’ A quiet, but faithful, member. CHESTER MILLER. ““He draws the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.” Foot ball, 1911; track team, 1912; Midsum- mer Night’s Dream. A famous debater and noted for his wit. LENA SHAFER. ‘The true use of speech is not so much to ex- press our wants as to conceal them.”’ Perhaps this is why Lena has been so quiet dur- ing her high school career. CHARLES THOMAS. Answer me in one word.” This is impossible for Tommy, who generally talks in a circle. Made an enviable reputation at the track meet; president of Athletic Associa- tion; athletic editor of Annual; foot ball team, 1911; Senior play. JOSEPHINE FETTIG. “A little heavy, but no less divine.” Senior play. A stately maiden whose chief in- terest is Chemistry. She is always in demand for “‘eats’’ committees. GEORGE SCHLETER. T am not in the roll of common men.” A type of true German, wholesome and sincere. Won high honors at the track meet. ETHEL STEWART. “She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won.”’ Though Ethel has not been with us long, and looks not upon our senior boys, we have heard rumors, however, that there are others. Senior Chronicle HENRY WAJENBERCG Stretch before you, mystic, dreary; Like a storm-tossed sea horizon, Seeich be the future stretch before you, Like a rainy, misty ocean, Dark and dreary, all uncertain, Sorrow promise more than gladness; Or like rosy dawn of morning, Sparkling brightly like the dew-drops, With the odor of sweet flowers, With much joy and promise laden; Turn, you Seniors, class of ’13, Scan the four years swiftly ending, Scan the years we spent in high school, Spent in study and enjoyment. Four short years ago we entered — Entered Freshmen into High School, Great in number, small in wisdom Great in zeal for greater knowledge. Much we wondered, much we doubted, But at nothing were we daunted. Old Shields High School then existed, Stood in stately, aged grandeur, Stood surrounded by tall elm trees, Beech and maple, ash and oak trees. Mr. Kamman was our teacher, Always did he make us study. German was the subject taught us, Latin learned we from Miss Abel, Algebra from Mr. Edwards, English from Miss Andrews learned we. Dearly loved we all our teachers, Dearly were we loved by them. Kind Miss Abel read us stories, | Stories from the Revolution, | ' How a brave young soldier laddie | Won great honor and high office. And Miss Andrews, kind, observant, Seeing how we liked the stories, Read us then about Rebecca. And so quickly passed the first year, Quickly, fleeting, uneventful. : Next year we were upper classmen. During summer’s brief vacation, | Many changes sadly found we. No more stood the dear old building; In its place a new one rose; And our studies to continue We were forced through many trials. Sometimes in a church we studied, In the Reading Room recited, Arm’ry Hall was our assembly. So from place to place we sauntered, Happy, care-free, learning little. Late we were in organizing, And in choosing our class colors. Frank Lemp chose we president, For our colors, white and yellow, For our flow’r the daisy chose we. Now we entered our new building, Everything was all complete now, Everything was made up nicely, And we entered in determined, All to do our very best. Hard we studied, high grades made we, No one came at all near “‘flunking,”’ Every one was doing nicely, Every one was well contented. And in this our hour of gladness, We bethought ourselves of others, Planned to give the other classes, As a token of our friendship, As a sign of our good feeling, A reception in their honor. Thus our second year was ended. Juniors, then, at last we started; With a certainty of fame, With assurance of success, Looked we out into the future. Soon, however, came the struggle. We were not at all contented With the colors we had chosen; White and yellow did not suit us, Red and black we thought were better, So we chose these for our colors. One night when the moon shone darkly, Blazed a fire now, burning brightly. Many figures stood around it, Outlined in a ghastly glimmer. In the fire they threw a pennant, Threw a white and yellow pennant, Stood and watched the fire consume it, Watched the fire turn it to ashes. Toward the school house, then, they hastened, Climbed in through an open window, Danced a snake-dance through the building, And upon the roof they climbed, Here unfurled they their pennant, Half of red and half of black; This they raised upon the flag pole, And in silence left the scene; Stealthily their steps retraced they, To the first floor slowly came they, Without having been detected. Fortune in this turned against them. Though they left the building safely, Some one knew that they had entered. Early rose the sun next morning, Bright and shining spread its sunbeams, Sent a bright shaft, silvery, shining, Falling on a pennant, flashing Red and black within the sunlight; Spread its warm rays where the robins Hopped and sang upon the green grass Where the blue-bird sang so sweetly, Sang its song among the green leaves. But the Juniors, ah the Juniors! All that morning they were busy, They were kept upon a carpet, That was colored like the green grass, That was colored like the green leaves. They were made to tell their story, Tell the tale devoid of laughter. What then happened we will spare you. Many were the class scraps fought. But a greater fight was coming; We were training for the track meet, For the track and field meet trained we. Long and hard we practised running, Ran the hurdles, did the broad jump, Practised also at the pole vault. Thus assured that we'd be winners, Went we forth into the battle. Great was then the fight that followed, Juniors battled, battled bravely, Valiantly they fought and conquered. So the Juniors took the track meet Track and field meet at North Vernon. This event then closed the season; We were Juniors then no longer And our last year was before us. Now our Senior year is ending; High school days are almost over. O’er our high school life we glance now, Seeing what the past years brought us. Greatly have we gained in knowledge, Friendships strong and friendships lasting; Pleasant times we've had together. Now when glancing o’er the past years, Seeing all the joys they’ve brought us, All the things that we’ve accomplished, We are sad to think ’tis over, Sad to think our school life pleasant All too quickly now has ended. And ourselves we pledge in this way, Pledge in this way to the future: — Here’s to the years that are stretching ahead To the days that are blithesome and gay; May the joys of the old be the joys of the new, And the sorrows fade gently away.” Che Juniors KATHYRNE KESSLER N LOOKING back over the past years of our high school career, a few events which have I especially impressed us stand out prominently and shall always be remembered by the class of 1914. : As freshmen, we were green, an unusual green, a little more brilliant perhaps than the ordi- nary. Early in our sophomore year we organized, choosing as our colors scarlet and gray. For our motto we chose “Excelsior.” Tom Galbraith was elected president; Ira Pomeroy, vice-president; Eleanor Ahlbrand, secretary; Kathryne Kessler, treasurer. One of the good times of our sophomore year was the memorable paper chase with the seniors and the marshmallow toast at Rockford. Another important event not to be overlooked, was our class picnic at Farmington in May. On Hallowe’en we gave a masquerade party in the gymnasium to the High School, which proved a great success. We have always prided ourselves on our class spirit. arly in our career we established a record of being the “‘Faculty’s Favorite’’ and we have earnestly endeavored to live up to that reputation (??). Now, that we are finishing up our junior year, we feel well prepared for the senior year that is coming. Our class has always been well represented in athletics. We furnished two stars on the 1912-13 basket-ball team, and three winners for the pennant in the S. E. I. A. A. track meet at North Vernon in 1912. We may briefly sum up our class history as follows: As Freshmen, “We didn’t know, but we didn’t know that we didn’t know.” As Sophomores, ‘“We didn’t know, but we knew that we didn’t know.”” As Juniors, ““We know, but we don’t know that we know,” but we are confident that as Seniors, ““We shall know and shall know that we know.” Che Sophomores ANNA SHIELDS N A GLOOMY day in the fall of 1911, with our feelings in accordance with the day, we entered upon our high school career amid the usual applause of the other classes. Our class numbered sixty-five. We did not consider ourselves as green as the ordinary fresh- man classes and astonished our teachers by our wit and brilliancy. This year came to a close and took its place on the pages of the history of the class of 1915 without any special events. We were now sophomores and were permitted to organize. Our first meeting was held October 14, 1912. Out of many candidates we elected the following officers: Herod Stants, president; Albert Walters, vice-president; Magdalen Fettig, treasurer; Anna Shields, secretary. We chose Yale blue and white for our colors and the aster as our class flower. We also have very pretty and unique class pins. Too, some of the boys have class hats. Shortly after our organization our vice-president resigned and went to another school and at Christmas our president sent in his resignation and withdrew from school. We, as a class, regretted very much to lose these two members. Again a meeting was called and Elton Howe was elected to the presidency, Harry Glasson to the vice-presidency. Our class was greatly interested in basket ball. We had a forward and a guard onthe varsity team. We have endeavored to entertain the high school several times but our plans have been in- terrupted. We hope to be more successful in the future. Che Freshmen JEAN E. WEBBER N SEPTEMBER 12, 1912, the erstwhile 8-A section of Shields school gathered at Q) the building once more and with fearful, fast-beating hearts, entered the portals of High School as true Freshmen. 2 The assembly room seemed miles square and the teachers and pupils carnivorous animals © watching for prey. The round of applause that greeted the poor frightened creatures confirmed their fears. The Freshman class was much larger than the 8-A section had been. From other schools had 7 come Gerald Barnes, the famed poet; Chester Riley, the man with nerves; Arthur Fox, the botany star; May Baker, from Texas, and others quite as famous but whose merits and virtues are well 4 known by the public. The weather was unmercifully hot, and by noon the starch was out of the stiffest. But a good angel, in the form of Miss Andrews, announced that there would be no school in the after- noons for more than a week. The first and worst blunder of these poor unfortunates was the m istaking of the Latin room for the Botany room, but the good-natured High School let it pass in time. When the classes were organized each one found that those cruel teachers had separated him from his dearest friend and there was much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. But after the first turmoil had ceased and fear had left the Freshman’s heart in peace, things went on quite smoothly. Of course those horrid teachers gave tests now and then, and re- ports came often to disturb one’s peace of mind. But, still I say, things were quiet and quietude was all the Freshmen asked. However, events were always happening so that life was far from dull. oe Lyman Blish, our Good Samaritan, gave a Hallowe’en party for the class and for one night the Freshies forgot their troubles. ‘That party was the source of many a case. Not long after Christmas, came the redivision of classes. ‘Tests came thick and fast. But the worst was soon over and the A and B sections subsided in peace to jeer at the new fresh- men. Another 8-A section had joined the high school and formed the present C freshman section. They were heartily welcomed by the freshmen, who were glad to have some one near by greener than themselves. In basket ball the class of ’16 has good reason to be proud of its star, Claude Glasson, who has made a brilliant record in athletics. At the time of this writing the year has not ended so that no chronicle can be given of the last few events. But the record of the year is already an enviable one, and here’s a hope that the closing days may be most happy memories for these noble Freshmen in after years. : T THE beginning of the second semester a class of twenty-three entered the high school from the eighth grade. The class roll follows: RACHEL BARBOUR ARTHUR BARTLETT LEONARD BARTLETT Lots CAsEY EVERETT CORYEA Mamig£ DECKER LAWRENCE ELIOTT Doris GILBERT Evsi—E HARRIS JoHN HIMLER FENELON JOHNSON MAGDALENA KASPERLAIN ELGIN MCCONNELL WILLIAM MyYErRs CLARENCE NIEHAUS IRENE NORBECK VERNE NORBECK CLAUD ROBBINS Harry ROEMMEL CLARA WILLIAMS ALBERT WILLIAMS BLANCHE WILLIAMS MarRiE WENEKE Cultivation of the mind is as necessary ax fond to the body. —irern. English HE course in English is a four years course, and is required of all students. It in- cludes grammar, composition, literary interpretation and reading. In teaching the various phases of the subject an earnest attempt is made to meet the needs of individual pupils, as far as conditions allow, and to enable them through this study to meet with greater effectiveness the problems of life. In the composition work both oral and written, those media through which each person ex- presses himself to the people about him, care is taken not only that the form be grammatically cor- rect but that the expression be clear, forceful and beautiful. A text book is used, but believing that effective expression can come only through constant practice, a good deal of written work is required, based sometimes on individual experience and sometimes on the books studied. In selecting the books for literary study in class reference is made to the list of books required for college entrance, a list so extensive and giving to the individual teacher such freedom of choice that in that list are to be found the books which are not only best worth the study of every boy and girl, but books which are of intense interest as is shown by the apparent delight in their interpreta- tion. The books taken for close study are those which are most difficult of interpretation and those which lend themselves most effectively to close study. The marked increase in the ability of students to interpret thought makes the instructor real- ize the value of this phase of the work, than which none is more essential, for the power to quick- ly and accurately interpret the thought of another in whatever line that thought may lie, gives to the one possessing it a great advantage. Literature is life; it is the best expression of the best thought and best feeling of the great men in world history and, the ideal of the teacher should be to bring the boy and girl into closer touch with and to a deeper understanding of life; to give them a wider vision, to develop in them higher and nobler feelings, and to send them away better able to meet life through having studied literature. History HE DEPARTMENT of history offers three courses, all of which are required. In the second year a course in the history of Greece and of Rome is offered. In the third year the course includes mediaeval and modern Europe and in the fourth year American history and civics. Note books are kept, and through the neat work the pupil is made more familiar with the places mentioned and is given a clear appreciation of events that can not be gained in any other way. In all of the classes in history the attempt is made to study the past with constant reference to the present and to make the pupil realize that the study of history is primarily of value in so far as it helps them to understand the conditions of their own lives in society and to help in solving the problems of civic life. Latin : HE LATIN department offers a four years course to the student electing Latin as his High School language. The student is made to realize that Latin is not a dead language, but the earlier form of the Romance languages, really the mother tongue of his own. speech. By his study of Latin he gains a better understanding of English grammar, and is thereby enabled to use his own language more effectively. Throughout the course special attention is given to the study of word derivation. In the freshman year much insistence is placed upon accurate pronunciation, thorough mas- tery of form and of the more elementary constructions of Latin syntax. The work of the higher classes consists in the study of Czsar’s Gallic Wars, Cicero’s Orations, and Vergil’s Aeneid. It includes more than translation. It opens up to the student a broader field of study. It acquaints him with the private and public life of the Romans, their political institutions, their laws, their history and their literature. @rrman MEMBER of the high school has the opportunity of electing a course of four years in A German, which, when successfully completed, will admit him to an advanced German class in college and enable him to express idiomatically his ideas on every-day subjects in conversation with a German. In the freshman year the essentials of grammar are thoroughly as- similated, which not only give a foundation for later work in German but strengthen the pupil’s understanding of principles of English grammar. Practical idioms are drilled and emphasized un- til they become habitual, for the correct use of a foreign language is, as the German says, it so ex- actly, a ““Konnen,’’ not a ““Kennen,”’ a habit, not a knowledge. Idiomatic conversation forms a large part of work in some classes. This of necessity depends much on the size and adaptability of the class. Daily conversational practice outside of school is required of freshmen, and urged upon the other classes. “Those pupils who have the laudable ambition of learning to speak the lan- guage pursue this work with profit. After all, this is the most difficult part — that of creating such a German atmosphere that the pupil in the midst of an English speaking environment will express his ideas in another than his native tongue. As an aid along this line, to develop good pronunciation, accent and sympathetic feeling for the German, songs, dialogues and plays are committed and enacted. The comedy “‘Muller als Sundenbock”’ given by the Sophomore class this year was an example of this kind of work. The members of the combined classes form “Der deutsche Chor’ which learns to sing a goodly number of the German national and folk songs. With the Sophomore class begins the reading of several of the best specimens of modern German prose with the view of making the vocabulary their own. The stories describe German life at familiar and interesting points, which leads the pupil to realize that German is a living langu- age actually used by millions of people to express their every day ideas. Mathematics teach the student to handle accurately the problems of every-day life. While this ideal may not have been completely realized, it has been constantly held as the goal to be at- 4 Rae TENDENCY of modern mathematics is to emphasize the practical side and to tained. Shields High School offers more courses in mathematics than the majority of high schools. This gives the student who wishes to study engineering a better preparation for this work. Trigonometry is taught in only a few of the largest high schools in the state, but the ex- periences of last semester in this subject proved that it can be successfully handled by high school students. The work in Geometry teaches the student to think accurately along a definite line of thought and gives him self-control. The course is divided up into three parts. The first semes- ter takes up the work of equal plane figures and comprises the first two books of Plane Geome- try. The second semester takes up the work of similar figures and of the areas of polygons and circles and finishes the work in Plane Geometry. These two semesters are required of all students. The third semester’s work, which is elective, is comprised of planes, solids and spheres. The work in Algebra is divided up into three semesters. The first two comprise the work on simultaneous equations, factoring and the fundamental operations. The third takes up the work on involution and evolution, surds and quadratic equations. Srivuce . y SHE SCIENCE department has offered during the past year courses in physics, botany and chemistry. One year’s work in science is required by all the students, but a choice of the three is given. Further work in this department is elective, but the large classes testify to the interest in these subjects. In fact, it was the interest shown by the boys, especially in chemistry, that induced the board to introduce it into the high school curriculum. The enthusiastic interest and excellent work done have surely justified its introduction. More money than usual has been spent this year for laboratory apparatus, and every effort is being made to build up a science de- partment not only strong on the theoretical side but effective and practical in daily application of the theories studied and of the results worked out in the laboratory. ‘Brawing N THIS school, the curriculum calls for the Art work in the first and second years. The | time given is one hour per week. It is the object to treat this subject both from the es- thetic and the practical side. To gain the esthetic, the student is encouraged to seek simple and refined beauty, which develops appreciation. From the practical standpoint, an endeavor is made to gain such technical excellence as to produce order and consistency in the execution of all handiwork. By the application and practice of the above principles, the pupil is encouraged to form good habits of thought and action, which produce a noble impulse to excel in whatever he un- dertakes. With the above in mind, the following course is adopted: FIRST YEAR Simple drawings of plant life, and the development of pattern. The application of the pattern to some problem dealing with the home. Theory and practice of design. Study of rhythm, harmony and balance. Pen and ink drawing. The execution of a commercial problem for reproduction. Color study. SECOND YEAR Advanced work along the line laid out for the first year, with the addition of charcoal figure work, tooled leather, basketry and advertising problems. Music HE RESULT of the music in the High School has been very gratifying. The chorus is divided into two classes. A special chorus of one hundred voices singes on Wednes- day morning and the entire High School on Friday. The classes in Harmony and Musical Appreciation have completed the required amount of work. Two operas, ‘‘I] Trova- tore’’ and “‘Faust,’’ have been read and outlined. Biographies of modern composers and some of their work have been studied. An orchestra is also conducted. This course covers two years work. A Pressing Need CECIL KELSO MONG the most important things our school needs is Domestic Science. The prosperity of a nation is founded on the welfare of families and the welfare of a family depends upon its having a healthful, happy home. This knowledge has come from the ages when there were no such beautiful homes as we have today. But the origin of the home, as we know it, has grown out of the need of a shelter for family life. Parent birds build nests, not for themselves — they could perch comfortably un- der cover of leafy twigs —but in order to have places in which to rear their young. In the ages long ago mothers seeking shelter for their babes, crept into caves. The home-makers have always been women. The care of the home and the management of the household industries have been at all times in their hands. In early times the men went out to hunt and fish. The animals they killed were brought home for the women to cook. In order to do this conveniently, the women made clay dishes and baked their food in the sun. Be- cause the women stayed at home all day, they were interested in improving their way of living. Then dwellings, more comfortable than caves, were constructed, tents of animals’ skins, and huts made of boughs, such as some savages live in today. As people became more civilized, they built for themselves houses, varying in style. Of the various kinds of labor still carried on at home by members of the household, the most important are cooking, cleaning and laundry, commonly classed, together with a few other oc- cupations as housework. The home and school ought to work together for the good of the nation because in its mis- sion of training children to be good citizens, the school needs help from the home. For without right home conditions, including a sufficient supply of suitable and well cooked food, boys and girls cannot have the strong bodies and clear minds needed for doing school work while they are children, and for their life work as men and women. Whether a girl intends to be a home maker or not, she should learn all she can about house keeping and home making. Because certain household duties may seem hard or unpleasant, house work should not be considered unworthy of attention. Some people make hard work of housekeeping, as they do other kinds of work, by doing it in an unthinking and unknowing way. Only by treating housekeeping as an honorable employment, worthy of our best thought and skill, can we bring about conditions of health, comfort and happiness in our homes. Therefore, Domestic Science should be introduced in our High School, so that the girls may have the opportunity to learn what household science is, and be able to make use of it later in life. Schonl Becorations URING the past two years the teachers and students through several entertainments of 1) both an economic and social value have raised about three hundred dollars, which have been used for various school purposes. The results of our two Christmas bazars, the play ‘“‘Alice in Wonderland”’ and the picture exhibit of the copies of great masterpieces, can be seen in the stage and benches in the gymnasium and in the corridors, the assembly room and recitation rooms. 3 In the center of the corridor just in front of the memorial tablet taken from the old Shields building is the beautiful statue of Pallas Athene, goddess of light and learning. Much thought was given to the further decoration of the corridor and it was finally decided that t he most ap- propriate works of art would be copies of some of the slabs from the famous Elgin collection of the Parthenon frieze, representing the Panathenaic festival held yearly in honor of the guardian deity of Athens. These friezes, with their forms of grace and beauty, together with beautiful copies of the Belvedere ‘“‘Apollo’’ and the Hermes of Praxitiles, hold before us constantly forms of beauty that are sure to have their influence, unconscious though it may be, on our minds. In the Assembly room are many pictures expressive of different periods and phases of life. On one side hangs the gift of the class of 1911, an unsusally fine picture of the Colosseum with its wide historical significance; in other parts of the room are pictures of famous temples and cathe- drals, revealing the minds of the ages and countries that created them: “Stratford on the Avon,” with its memories of Shakespeare, and Tadema’s ‘‘Reading from Homer’’ are both gifts of earlier © classes. In this room is “‘Mona Lisa,’’ with her wonderful smile, tantalizing us constantly to under- stand the mind that it reveals and holding us in wonder before the genius of the imagination that enabled Leonardo to create so interesting a personality. There are also three exquisite Madonnas by Filippo Lippi, Botticelli and Raphael, each giving us a little deeper insight into the mystery of the relation of the divine and human. The recitation rooms, too, are adorned with pictures and casts of famous sculptors, selected with special reference to the rooms in which they hang. The avenues to the soul are the senses, and that which we see and that which we hear are forces that help to determine the line of soul development: The unconscious influences that come into the everyday life of childhood and youth form the characters of the men and women. So to develop in ourselves and our children a sense and appreciation of the beautiful and uplifting, we must put into our surroundings as much of the beautiful as possible. And few forces are stronger than beautiful works of art. oes High Schon Orchestra HE ORCHESTRA, under the direction of Prof. Gast, is closing one of the most success- ful years in the history of its existence. It has provided music for all school festivities, and as in the past, it will take a prominent part in the commencement exercises. This year’s study has included both popular and classical selections. The members of the orchestra are: Mary TECKEMEYER .. . . First violin Per ene bUSH ask 8. kee First. violm WILFRED GEILE. . . . . . First violin Ripe tAS ham aenee sien nt «45.0 Tr irst violin WILLA TECKEMEYER . . . . Second violin CaRL SUMNER. ... .. . . Second violin MERRILL A STEELE)... � -.-2 2. irst- cornet Harry GLASSON. ... . . Trap drums Maup HoLmMan. .. . . . Piano A | wii I — Y? A Scrap of Paper PRESENTED BY THE CLAss oF 1913 May 8, 1913 SYNOPSIS TIME — Present Act I — Drawing room in a French country house. AcT II — Room in the House of Brisemouche. Act III — The conservatory of a chateau. CAST OF CHARACTERS Prosper Couramont Baron de la Glaciere : : Brisemouche (Landed proprietor ia Say Anatole (his ward) Baptiste (servant) ‘ Francois (servant of Prosper) Louise de la Glaciere_ . Mdlle. Suzanne de Ruseville . Mathilde (sister to Louise) ? Mdlle. Zenobie (sister to Rie) a Madame Dupont (housekeeper) Pauline (maid) FRANK LEMP HENRY WAJENBERG CHARLES THOMAS CULLEN BARNES Roy MANION EWING SHIELDS Mary Mack HARRIET MONTGOMERY EsTHER ARNOLD Mary TECKEMEYER JOSEPHINE FETTIG Mary Lee GALBRAITH Apu = 3s i a A Cast SELECTED FROM THE HicH ScHooL PRESENTS A Midsimnwr Night's Bream IN THE City Park Tuesday, June 3, THE PLAYERS AND THEIR PARTS Theseus, Duke of Athens Lysander, in love with Hermia Demetrius, his rival. . .. 3 Egeus, an Athenian noble, father of Hod Philostrate, Master of the revels . Officers, Soldiers and Attendants. Nick Bottom, a weaver Quince, a carpenter Snug, a joiner Flute, a bellows mender Snout, a tinker . Starveling, a tailor : Hippolyta, Queen of the eee PR. Hermia, daughter of Egeus, in love with Lysander Helena, in love with Demetrius Oberon, King of the Fairies Titania, Queen of the Fairies . Puck First Fairy Second Fairy . Peaseblossom Cobweb Moth Mustard Seed SINGING AND DANCING FAIRIES HARRIET CLARK HELEN MACK CoRNELIA MERCER 1913 Maurice. Hopapp � Roy MANION Ray HIMEBAUGH HERBERT GALLIMORE Tom GALBRAITH IRA POMEROY MERRILL STEELE WILLIAM BYRNE ERNEST ALLEN ELTON Howe Roy NIEHAUS KATHRYNE KESSLER KATHRYN HANCOCK LILLIAN OSTERMAN LEsTER ABBET EpDITH TRUMBO AGNES ANDREWS LorITA BOLLINGER HELEN CLARK ReBeccA DIxoNn MARJORIE JORDAN DiANA HIGHLAND Mary LouisE HoNaANn VIRGINIA JORDAN ELIZABETH SMITH THE SOPHOMORE CLAss IN GERMAN PRESENTS Muvller als Suendenhock IN THE HicH ScHooL GYMNASIUM May 15, 1913 THE PLAYERS AND THEIR PARTS Gottlieb Mueller, Blechwarenfabricant aus Berlin . . . . RUSSEL PHILLIPS Salome Schmidt, Witwe aus Schleusingen . . . . . . + IMOGENE GLASSON Katharine ‘Hormann,. ) 6(i ;-48ices na eds. eve 8a oe ee Ein’ Polizebeamter)).. :(PeaSE ria) Pe An) ph RA eerie Eine ‘Pulzamachérn-« (300°) 252 PE eS Mie ee ee Fin “Hausknecht) 6-6) lk 2 eG RISTOPHERUSCHLETER Fin} Junge cage). ecu ee Oct I Pe le, nt Sea a. ed Eine: Kellnerin 335002.) Vie GEE ROR 2 1 ia eee igs ee NA ee Ein ‘cHlausierer !.)005 5) Fy blag RA eae Lee Ree ahd en ae re es ee Fin Barbier!) ):3.0) 2. Papa taen eed oe ara dle, ite Re Parte SONNE Roe Re ed eerie THE FRESHMAN CLAss PRESENTS Che Bird's Christmas Carnal By ‘Kate Douglas Wiggin IN THE HIGH SCHooL GYMNASIUM Tuesday, December 24, 1912 THE PLAYERS AND THEIR PARTS Mr. Bird Jo—E BuRTON Mrs. Bird IRENE HUNSUCKER Donald CARL SUMNER Hugh . LLoyp ACKERMAN Paul PauL HoFFMAN Carol REBECCA DIXON Uncle Jack Guy HazzarpD Maid . Mary JACKSON RUGGLES FAMILY Mrs. Ruggles INEZ KRIENHAGEN Sarah Maude Peter FAYE BAXTER CLAUDE GLASSON Kitty HiLtpa Howe Susan . Maupbe McCLINTOCK Peoria FREDA KASTING Clem LESTER ABBETT lly GRACE FOSTER Cornelius LYMAN BLISH Larry . TIPTON BLISH Alumni N RESPONSE to a general request, we publish, instead of the usual notes, a complete list of the Alumni of Shields High School. 1874 Herbert Bower. Amelia Platter. Emma Rapp. 1875 John B. Blish. David McCrady. Rose Gerrish. Anna Mills. Carrie E. Mills Cone. 1876 F'mma Blish Thompson. Nannie Cobb Pellens. Eva Cooley Fenton. Ella Craig Rapp. Bettie Ewing Mills. Jennie Kling Dunbar. Mary McCrory. Jennie Rapp Enos. Anna Schmitt Thompson. FE mma Shaw. Harvey St. Clair. Hattie Swope. 1877 Annie Doan Vogel. George D. Carter. James E. Moore. Dr. F. W. Brown. Dr. M. F. Gerrish. Alice Marshall. Jennie Swope Montgomery. Emma Vogel Clow. 1878 No class graduated. 1879 Emma Brown Shields. Mary Durland Orman. Sadie Frey. Carrie Heaton. John J. Cobb. Rena Marshall. Belle Schmitt Gates. 1880 Winifred Elliott Ackley. ]_izzie Fairbanks Coakley. Ida Harding Montgomery. John J. Smith. Mollie Patrick Bache. Max Rosenburg. 188] Charlton A. Swope. Lutie Blish Humbert. Effie DeVore McClure. Lulu Donaldson Harsh. Mattie Edwards Crim. Flora Miller. John Ross. Etta Thumser Laupus. 1882 Marion D. Deputy. Edward V. Johnston. Fannie Vogel Hancock. 1883 Walter Johnston. ]_izzie Lewis Trimble. Cyrus CcCrady. Fannie Shields Barnes. Frankie Williams McCrady. John A. Wood. 1884 Emma Hibner Russell. Geneva Huffman Bare. Kate Jackson. Oliver Frank McDonald. Nannie Price. Kittie Sprigman Faulkconer. Georgia Thompson. Laura Thumser Horst. Kate Vosbrink. 1885 Inez Elliott. Carl Horst. Kate Hensley. Nivoda Johnson Baldridge. H. C. Johnson. Ella Rankin. Tillie Schneck Severinghaus. Mamie Wilson Brooke. 1886 Jennie Bain Flemings. Kittie Benjamin. Louisa Brown. Clara Childs England. Emma Groub Masters. Nannie Hancock Buchannan. Harley H. Hoskins. Ora Jennings White. Edwin Serveringhaus. 1887 Travis Trumbo. Priscilla Bergdoll Nieman. Walter Wood. John Brown. Anna Hancock. Kate Andrews. 1888 Maggie Hancock. Mary Huffman Graessle. Fannie Lyon. Sarah E. Marsh. Inez L. Newby. 1889 Frank Baker. Kate Greer Wells. Bruce Shields. 1890 Cordelia Andrews Winn. Amanda Baird. Minnie Phelan Riehm. Carrie Banta Seacove. Ida Champion Baxter. Laura Gibson Hill. Effie Gowdy. Minnie Frey Dobbins. Daisy Johnston. Ameila Reich. Kate Tromback. 189] Orlena Huffman Cloud. Elva Kieth. Mary Mead. Martilla Mead St. John. Oma Montgomery. Minnie Sarver. Louise Schneck Raineir. A. R. Vogel. Emma White. 1892 Jessie Bollinger Hancock. Etta Brooks Bridges. Jessie Burton. Mary Clark. Irma Fitch. Lenore Gasaway Swails. Anna Greer McCaffy. Eva Hancock. Lettie May Orr. Kittie Marshall. Adelaide Miller. Minnie Ross Zimmerman. Ida Sarver Kackley. Benjamin Schneck. John Sheron. A. D. Shields. Kate Trumbo. 1893 George Bush. Ida Campbell Bonnell. Everett Frazer. Nannie Love Frazer. Radie Marsh Nelson. Anna McElvain Reinhart. Maggie Mitchel. Agnes Neighbor. Robert Neighbor. Vina Ross. Harry Thompson. 1894 Minnie Adams. Will P. Billings. Corwin Boake. Fred C. Bush. Alice Cobb Carlson. Irma Crabb Lewis. S. V. Jackson. Rose Klein. Ida Oesting Thompson. J. Benj. Robertson. Bertha Salsich. Ira G. Saltmarsh. F. V. Schneck. Margaret Schobert White. 1895 Myrtle Baker Page. Lucy Boake Short. Pearl Clark. Ed. Humes. Rose Hirtzel. Alice Harding. Fred Leininger. Jennie Lemon Barritt. Nerrie Lester Carter. T_ulu Mason McPheeters. Margaret J. Phelan. Amy Robertson. Elizabeth Reinhart O’Mara. Willard Stout. Bertha Short Reinhart. 1896 Edna Brown. Amelia Beikman. Bert Bottorf. Ella Davison. Clara Everhart Edith Flenniken Gaylord. Freda Heins Haunechild. Maud Jeffries. Katy Klipple. Mrs. Georgia Kirsch. Harry McGinnis. Albert Messeke.. Mary Meek. Nina Patrick. Clara Nieman Becker. Edna Scanlon Bollinger. Johanna Newby. Ross Robertson. 1897 Daisy Alwes. Virgil Able. - J. H. Andrews. H. W. Burkley. Clara Beyer Rapp. Lulu Casey Holderman. Mayme Dennison Saltmarsh. Emma Niemeyer. Enola Miller Montgomery. Harry McDonald. Emma N iemeye’. Bertha McCann, Caroline Reich. Katherine Short. Bessie Thompson. Nettie Wilhelm. Bertie Wolf Smith. Alpha Hoadley Williams. 1898 Albert Charles. Arthur DeGolyer. Harry Dannetell. Carrie Dennison. Hattie Emery. Lydia Frey Elrod. Lena Harlow. Nora Flenniken. Kittie Jackson Vernier. Mae Love. Millicon Miles Groub. Helen Smith Graessle. Edward Lauster. 1899 Harry Arnold. Josephine Abel. Nora Abel. Bertha Bollinger. Jason Crane. Clarence Davis. Hettie Elliott Spreen. Arthur French. Clarence Hinsdale. Wayne Hancock. Effie Hibner Carter. Fred Jeffries. Lulu Knost. Edward Loertz. Sudie Mills Matlock. John Patrick. Garfield Rapp. Effie Weaver DeGolyer. 1900 Laura Edith Andrews. Nellie Balsley. Rose Barkman. Myrtle Bennett. Will Borcherding. John Buhner. Grace Connor Harris. Minnie Cordes Wilhelm. Ed. Elsner. Lyda Flenniken. Blanche Huffman. Macie Johnson Hill. Merle Little. Bessie Montgomery. Emma Meseke Mattox. Thos. O’Mara. Wm. Peter, Jr. Raliegh Robertson. 1901 Mae Boggs. Katie Mae Cordes. Ben H. Cox. Thomas Casey. Helena Hustedt Bender. Everett Heller. Ed. Hopewell. Viola Harsh Critcher. Albert Massman. Erma Montgomery Williams. Herbert Robertson. Amy B. Roegge. Dorothy Sandau Dell. Margaret Sheron Crane. Frank B. Shields. Lelia Vest Mayes. Emma Willman Brunow. 1902 Anna G, Abel. Harry G. Ackerman. James G. Anderson. Goldie G. Attkisson. Geo. A. Baldwin. Daisy E. Barkman Blair. Albert E. Berdon. Kela F. Bottorf. Jessie L. Buchanan. Andrew L. Carson. Margaret Finnegan Baker. Clara Grelle Krueger. Harry B. Guernsey. Agnes A. Hoffman. Flossie B. Johnson. Albert H. Kasting. E. G. Kyte. Clara Massman. Kathryne M. Price. Alma L. Reich. Clara L. Trueter. Harry E. Vogel. John H. Connor. Frank A. Dahlenburg. Charlton V. Durland. John Louis Finnegan. Frances Hibner. Rosa Himler Meyer. Otto Carl Horst. Mayme McDonald Elsner. Everett F. Meyer. Lillian Prewitt. Edna F. Price. Maybelle Richardson Fox. John C. Rinne. Irwin A. Schneck. Carl R. Switzer. Nellie Switzer. J. F. W. Westmier. 1904 Howard W. Balsley. Don A. Bollinger. Ida M. Critcher. Viola E. Doane. Allen C. Foster. Vallie Woesner. Georgia Lauster Hopewell. Bertha Truelock Campbell. Bertha Meseke. Clarence Weaver. Madge Montgomery Steel. Faye Johnson Reisner. Clara McDonald. Mina Weaver Meyer. Frank Montgomery. Bertha E. Woessner. Clara Niemeyer. H 1905 aan ce | obertson ort. Chas. Appel. Edna Swope. Nellie Baughman. Wilhelmina Veshlage. FIsie Cordes. 1908 Walter Horst. : Besha Cloitmaak Nettie Abel Harlow. Maurice Jennings. eeu satis ; Effie Lane. ra “Armstrong. Edna Massman. Glen Basey. : Wm. Masters. John Casey. . Frieda Meyer. Agnes Cobb. 4 Harlan Montgomery. Roger Craig. 4 Julius Peter. Fern Densford. : Nelle Phelan. Grace Doane. t John Roeger. roe Le : essie Himler. Ste neti Delight Hopewell Catt. - 1906 ne Laupus. Anna Abel. azel Love. ; Helen Andrews. artist Moree Lynn Bollinger. ot Ce Everett Craig. pie teh ae Sas as. Phelan. Glen Fre, Emma Ross. lintzetiodare. Minnie Shepard. Bessie Humes. May Spurling. Christine Lebline. ae eee Alice Luckey. ; ath Ne ne Kathryn McLaughlin. 1909 Joseph Ormsby. Ross Baldwin. | Clara Rapp. Louisa Brown Swengle. | Harold Ritter. Janene nce Mary Schmitt. Rone Ida Siefker. Lynn Helles. Lenore Stanfield, Howard Bartlett. Stanley Switzer. Goldie Kendall. Goldie Lutes. 1907 Matilda Lebline. _ Minnie Bartlett. Helen Massman. Bernice Bauer. Chas. Rottman. Fred Bruning. Louis Schneck. Stenson Clark. Karl Seulke. Henry Cobb. Mabel Hodapp. Addie Gasaway. Clem Roegge. Edward Huber. Holmes Thompson. Gladys Kyte. Evelyn Wood, 1910 Flossie Allen. Florence Appel. Ada Cordes. Forest Craig. Lemuel Day. Homer Davis. Edna Dobbins Sanders. Francis Gates. Enola Harris. Erma Heuser. Linden Hodapp. Lillian Kelly. Alma Laupus. Myra Laupus. Elsie Lawell. Cash McOsker. Christine Meyer. Merrill Montgomery. Frances Murdock. T. Louis Niemeyer. Fern Ritter. Elsie Rucker. Frank Schwab. Joseph Swope. Frances Techmeyer. Harold Veshlage. Blaine Vogel. Frank Wheeler. Bernice White. Rex Whitson. 1911 Carrie Aufderheide. Fred Bacon. Mary Baker. Madge Brown. Willard Burkley. Hottie Carr Hill. Katherine Clark. Louis Cordes. Gladys Coryell. Helen Downs. Chas. Foster. Marguerite Frey. Harold Graessle. Kennedy Hassenzahl. Deceased. Minnie Heintz. Frank Hopewell. Martha Kitts. L. Clara Langhorst. Marguerite Miller. Carl Osterman. Nora Pomeroy. Margaret Remy. Lois Reynolds. Minnie Schleter. Gertrude Sweany. Julius Teckmeyer. Walter Voss. Leota Wieneke. 1912 Ruth Baldwin. Ernest Ballard. Lulu Bishop. Bessie Bollinger. Beulah Bozell. Linton Brewer. Francis Bunton. Juliette Cox. Clarence Craig. John Eckler. Carl Fox. Raymond Foster. Leland Hadley. Hazel Heinz. Elizabeth Hoffman. Clarence Kasting. George Laupus. Martha Loertz. Ruth Lebline. Joseph McDonald. Marion McIntyre. Irving Pumphrey. Duncan Reed. Lora Reynolds. Ethel Rottman. Alice Ruddick. Edna Schwab. Roy Shafer. Alice Stanfield. Leona Thompson. Luella Toms. Hattie Roeger. Athletics Coach Everett | High School Athletics FTER spending an active life out of doors during the summer, the average boy entering A high school in the fall feels the need of physical exercise. At the close of the school day he is forced by nature to seek a means of putting his pent-up physical energy into action. Since this is the case, athletics should receive due consideration. Sports appeal to th e boy because they afford him an opportunity to exercise his muscles. It is useless to ignore this fact, for if the school does not provide some form of athletics, the boys pro- vide it for themselves, and oftentimes a great amount of harm has resulted. The high schools of the state have awakened to this situation and have made provisions. A State High School Athletic Association has been formed to promote and regulate athletics. All the high schools of the state that wish to join are charged an admission fee of two dollars. A code of rules has been adopted, so that in all games of the state the same rules shall prevail. This insures a fair chance for each contestant. Seymour High School has co-operated with the state association in every way possible. The rulings have been maintained so as to keep athletics on a high plane. Four branches of sport have been provided for, but in two of these there has been a great handicap. In foot ball, parental objection has kept the strongest from playing. This handicap has been so great that foot ball had to be abandoned last fall. In base ball, the lack of a park and diamond, has been such a drawback that practically nothing has been accomplished in that sport. In track the same draw- back was felt. ; In basket ball, the greatest progress has been made. Several reasons can be given for this. Among them are, that only five boys are necessary for a team; one hour’s practice each day is suffi- cient; Seymour High School has an excellent gymnasium. Again, this game is played all the winter months, and can be played at a time when the boys need the exercise the most. For this reason the state association has asked the high schools to aban- don foot ball and to spend all the time on basket ball. The game is not necessarily dangerous, and is so only when not properly controlled. Basket Ball T THE beginning of the basket ball season of 1912—13, we were greatly handicapped because of the lack of experienced players. Even after a team had been built, so many were injured in the first game with Shelbyville that almost an entirely new team had to be built again. This team was exceptionally fortunate, for the same five played in almost every game. The following men made up the team: STEELEs SBE oe Geek, ee Care ALLEN 3.) RR oa Soe. eeonware BUNTON ) 32555 RG Race a 3 nee SHANNON (io. amo. 7 ag a, ee uard M. “Hobape..; 4; ee ee ee, ard C. GLASSON @iye ee ce uae Substitute F.. HoDAPP. 2. sail uen, aes cae upstitute The season’s schedule was very heavy, and the team is to be congratulated in winning so many victories. The schedule follows: WINNING SCHOOL LOSING SCHOOL SCORE SHEIDVVILG eek tee eVMOUF. 66. 4), ss 20ELL5 mevinouhey oat san 2-725 rothersville 2)... ,....-. 68—-4 Seymour oo; 2. 9... North-Vemnon .. .. ) 3: 14—-9 Reymour sess a a Gareenwood .. ...:.. 2. 30—8 PevMoera see Brownstown . . .0. . as O02 pegmour ye © a: Edinburgh ©... .2. . 4 32—26 Pre mmnOUn rs ee ots IVLRGISON ©; 7a, fs ee Ode SMMOUL ieee eee DEMIONT 2a er wks OFS Niadison oe ee co evmour crs oy cy at 3629 Seumourecnies sree Bediord uo kb 29-—16 Sevmonten arena. -Piainield 0200. oS: 4T—I9 BHeIDyVille on os Seymour... iy 6. 68—10 Seymour. . . . . . Louisville M. T. H. S. . 54—24 DeynOut ae te ececr miden 6 ee es 209 Ponti end. ei ee ey OCUMIOUL ; 9... a 4 fs ax LOO Our schedule shows that our team was an opponent of no mean ability. The work of the team has made Seymour supreme in the Fourth District. The team loses only one member by graduation, Hodapp, our captain and floor guard. While his loss will be keenly felt, the other members should make up the deficiency. Too, there are several good candidates for positions, who have been developed in the second team. Taking a good view of the field, Seymour’s prospects are bright for the best team in its history. The success which our team has attained is due in a large measure to the untiring effort and zeal of Mr. Everett, our coach. % t ¥ Pik Y Y, Jj Min dM yt é MU Ke, Crark EVER until recent years has ““Track Athletics” been carried on in our school with any real satisfaction or success. This has been due, primarily, to lack of enthusiasm on the part of the boys participating in the sport. But in the spring of nineteen hundred and twelve, with Mr. Everett as trainer, much interest was taken. Strong effort was put forth, which resulted in thirty-two points for Seymour, and the winning of the banner in the Southeastern Indiana Track and Field Meet. The outlook this season, however, has been very discouraging. The annual meet, held at North Vernon, was abol- ished this spring, owing to various disagreements among the schools of the association. This gave no big event to train for. Attempts have been made, without success, to schedule a meet with other high schools in this part of the state. We have some excellent material. Thomas and Schleter, whose work won the district meet at North Vernon last year, are still in school, and both are making good showings. A few other new men have shown good form and ability; but they have had no opportunity to show what they can do. At present, our plans are to send several men to the state meet at Richmond. A Cuesday Lecture School will fit you for your manhood School will teach you noble things School will beautify your childhood School to each great joy ( ) will bring. “Chere’s a child among you taking notes And faith he'll print it.” “What Shall Jt Be” GERALD BARNES HE. other day George said to me, ““We need another poem Now Barnes,” said he, “you write em up And I will help you show ’em.”’ I thought how good that Senior was For such a kind request. So, then and there, I said to him, “T’ll do my very best. “ Bout school or track or basket-ball Must this great poem be? For if you don’t one word suggest Twill be too much for me.” He looked sad and worried too, These names did not appeal; But after while, a little smile To his grave lips did steal. I guessed again and sure as fate He shouted full of glee; For ‘‘Love,” I said and ‘‘Oh!”’ he said, ‘Love sounds so good to me.” H A Narrom Esrape CHAS. THOMAS IS breath came scant his hand grew cold, And the beads of perspiration told Of a dark, foreboding, inward fear That his turn was quickly drawing near. As the clock pushed round its fateful hand, The eyes of the victim could scarce command A view of the type before him, For fear of the end before him. The minutes rolled and the seconds flew, The victim’s turn came next — he knew; The fearful second alas was there And the culprit slowly rose with prayer. But hark, what’s that, was it the bell That freedom to this wretch should spell And if the bell what luck we, say With his Latin lesson not studied that day. Che Juninr’s Remard ERNEST AMICK AST winter I was talking To a junior aged and gray, Who told me of a dream he had, I think ’twas Christmas day. While seated in his office A vision came to view; He saw an angel enter In clothing white and new. Said the angel to the junior, “The Lord just sent me down To call you up to glory And put on you a crown; For in helping many seniors You have worked both night and day And of all the countless hundreds Only few have given pay. So we want you up in glory, For you have labored hard And the good Lord is preparing Your eternal, just reward. Then the angel and the junior Started up toward glory’s gate, But when passing close to Hades The angel murmured, ‘“Wait!”’ I have yet a place to show you, It’s the hottest place in hell Where the seniors, who ignored you, In torment always dwell.” And behold the Junior saw there Seniors, seniors by the score. Then grabbing up a chair and fan, He wished for nothing more; But was bound to sit and watch them, As they singed and singed and burned; And his eyes would rest on seniors Which ever way they turned. Said the angel, ““Come on junior There’re the pearly gates to see.’” But the junior only murmured, “This is heaven enough for me.” My Hirst Attempt INEZ KRIENHAGEN 66 O TO, I'll make a poem,” G To myself one day said I, And I said it little knowing That ‘twere easier far to die. I longed for inspiration, But alas, it never came, As I tried in desperation To poetic heights attain. I tried to think of words that rhymed And of synonyms galore — Till the sun far up in heaven had climbed And ‘twas noon by the clock at the door. And then at last I heaved a sigh And wailed, ““No use! no use! I only hope they’ll pass-me by When they listen to my excuse!”’ J Want To Be A Combay GERALD BARNES LOVE the sunny plains, So joyous and so free, Where all the cowboys are And I would love to be. It was there that Brother Samuel, Who now a Freshman is, Learned how to fight a duel And how to say “‘Gee whiz.” He never does get angry He is gentle as a lamb. Oh! I want to be a cowboy And just like Brother Sam. My prayer has been heard, This poor old heart is blessed, For way out west in Texas, Dwells my tent among the rest. I live like other cowboys, I share the same cornbread; I roam among the prairies, On straw I lay my head. I’ve forgotten all my sorrows; joy Into my heart doth cram, For now I am a cowboy And just like Brother Sam. A Senior's Pilea ROY MANION HO’ we have our History lesson to a T And in Physics never get below a B; Yet if you insist on pressing We are forced into confessing, When it comes to writing poems, we get D. Give us all the Trig you want to; we don’t care, We will get it all, and still have time to spare; But there’s one fact very trying, And there’s no use in denying, When it comes to writing poems, we're not there. That the class has mastered Vergil none can doubt; And we go right through Commercial with a shout; Yet, as there’s no way to impel you, We must take this way to tell you, When it comes to writing poems, count us out. ® Chat J Were a Girl GERALD BARNES USIC we studied and “I] Trovatore,”’ Till it grew so dark, we could do no more For it was raining hard; ‘twas Monday too, And all the class was looking blue. Yet Mr. Gast was talking fast To keep us all awake. We did our best the answer to guess, Just for manners sake. He called for a third, a major third Which had to begin with a C. From Lester he desired a word, It’s lucky it was’nt me. He scratched his head, and then he said “T do not think I know!” Said Mr. Gast: ““That’ll never do Your grade is very low.”’ He called on Ruth; to tell the truth She knew no more than he. ’Cause she’s a maid she'll get a grade, Mr. Gast likes girls you see. Che Juniors as Seen by Cherir Class Philosopher MARGARET B.— The ideal woman is a mythical creature that only exists in the mind of a man before he marries her. WiLmMa C,— It isn’t the girl with the big cheek that blushes most. MINERVA H.— Good people are supposed to be happy, but they don’t always look it. AMELIA S.— Most people believe that economy makes wealth; but did you ever notice that sav- ing people do not always die rich? EVERETT M.— Lots of the small things in this world are the most important. Sometimes a lightening bug does as much directing as the moon. Horace A.— Many theories refuse to work — also many theorists. GERTRUDE M.— Love is blind, but where an engagement ring is concerned it is not always stone blind. ALIcE F.— Silence is golden. JENNIE B.— The Lord helps those who help themselves. FAYE E.— Many a temperance lady wears cork-screw curls. Mary F.— Never let your high school work interfere with your social duties. ERNEST A.— Every man on the road to success gets and occasional puncture. EsTHER B.— You can flatter a girl by asking her advice, but you don’t have to act upon it. LILLIAN O.— Some girls are flattered and tickled when you tell them they sing as sweetly as a bird, but they forget that the crow is just as much a bird as the nightingale. EsTHER D.— A woman’s tongue is her best weapon. PEARL K.—“‘A pair of dark, vivid and eloquent eyes.” ZETTA B.— “There is a gift beyond the reach of all — that of being eloquently silent.’’ BERTHA W.— ‘‘A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, and most divinely fair.” KATHRYNE K.— “Varium et mutabile semper femina.” HazeEL C.— “Her eye is blue and calm as is the moon in the serene sky.” Epna Z.— “‘That helpless look of blooming in fancy.” FRED C.— Never let your studies interfere with your school work. Tom G.— Some men are too busy making money to stop and make friends. CLARENCE B.— The people who believe only half they hear should forget the rest. Jess— L.— It generally takes a wise man to say nothing; talk is cheap, and the less a man says the less he has to take back. ALIcE S.— It isn’t defective sight that causes the freckled girl to wear specks. Joe M.— About the only thing some people seem to do is to take up room. HERBERT G.— It is very difficult to build up a reputation on the things you are going to do. WiL_t B.— When a man gets henpecked it is usually because he is chicken hearted. PuiLt C.— Do something to make others happy, even if it’s to let them alone. Mary L.— A girl of sixteen never sees a play without noting some striking resemblance between herself and the heroine. ARTHUR E..— Wisdom always makes less noise in the world than folly. ELEANOR A.— Faint heart ne’er won a fair lady,— nor a brunette, either. JOSEPHINE C.— When a woman wants to change, all she has to do is to change her mind. EMMET W.— A man is known by the company he keeps away from. MyrTLe Y.— When a girl falls in love at first sight, you can’t convince her that love is blind. OMER G.— Wise is the man who knows enough not to know too much. iP Great men’s minds all flow in the same channel. But, then, so do canal boats. ORVILLE B.— Some people have lots of good in them, but the trouble is they keep it bottled up. Lots of men are liars who never go fishing. Cuas. T.— Many a fellow has basked in the sunshine of a girl’s smile until she has given him a look that wilted him. RayYMOND C.— Every man is popular with somebody, even though it merely be with himself. Ray H.— Some people are so fond of hearing themselves talk that they don’t know the differ- ence between a conversation and a monologue. Grace M.— The florists rejoice that there are so many people who throw bouquets at them- selves. INEZ K.— It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all. JouHn H.— It is when a man is dead in earnest that he is most apt to be alive to his opportu- nities, Ceci K.— Some people laugh and grow fat and others go on the principle that he laught best who laughs least. LYNN F.— The people who are easy going are really the hardest to start. MERRILL S.— The average small boy hasn’t much use for a thing that won't make a noise, and the fellow who makes the most noise doesn’t always have a sound mind. Willie is a noble lad, He looks just like a Tiny Tad. His clothes hang on him like a sheet, And wrap in folds around his feet. “You're glasses, Steele, are almost on your mouth.” ‘““That’s alright; I want to see what I’m talking about.” Tommie is a great musician, He makes his audience change position, “Nothing delights him like a quiz And he seemeth busier than he is.” SS Miss D.— Take that pencil out of your mouth when you recite. You didn’t see Bryan with a pencil in his mouth yesterday. Cullen.— No, but he had a hat on. Prisms, frustrums and spheres, Always ringing in our ears. Every day in the forenoon, It can be heard in the Senior room. This is the stuff for you and me, Found inside our geometry; But when it’s over — whoopee! We're glad we're through with Mr. E. Yes our class has an actress, too, Bertha is her name Her performance isn’t much But world-wide is her fame. Wanted.— A few more credits. Allen. Mary Lee is a timid lassie, Some folks think that she is classie. A certain lad she does be-Geile With her charms and cunning smile. Mr. Everett.— Esther why were you tardy? Esther B.— Miss Andrews was talking to me. Mr. Everett.— Are you sure that it wasn’t you doing the talking and Miss Andrews list- ening Phil C.— What’s the matter with your finger, Cooley? Louis C.— Every time I scratch my head I run a splinter in my finger. Miss L.— Who are the three Graces? Grace M.— Faith, hope and charity (aside) and me. Biff’s the neatest dude in town, His “‘lay back’’ can’t be beat, In his head he’s not quite sound. His chief attraction’s Second street. : é A ‘i ee ling, ise: LS. vie. J John Himler helping Lawrence E. with his Latin. Lawrence (innocently): What does dat’” mean? Mary has a good-sized lamb, His wool is white as snow. But don’t you fear, the things are few This little girl don’t know. Bertha T.—Do you know your Physics? Bill H.— Yep — it’s got both covers torn off and an ink spot on the third page. Wanted.— Some good reliable chaperon to watch the freshman.—'15. Maurice is a lover of gems, His favorite one’s a Pearl. He is a ladies’ man, forsooth, Right there in the social whirl. Mr. P.— Lester what is the use of bacteria ? Lester (thoughtfully).— They’re used as scavengers to thin out the population when it gets too large. Miss A.— Ira tell me the use of the hyphen in the word bird-cage. Ira P.— It’s for the bird to sit on. An agent grim, in Hazel we find Who was wont to be reserved and kind. But fate has changed her sweet young life, And yet, she'll not engage in strife. Herbert Wire (translating Latin).—Considius galloped up the hill and his horse said to Ceesar. Don’t be afraid of this suffragette, Her fate in the form of a boy she has met, And now all her plans are surely upset No more can Esther be a suffragette. Miss D.— Samuel did you study English last night? Sam N.— No, I studied Latin. Miss Q. (Later.)— Sam did you study Latin last night? Sam.— No. I studied English. Jennie Selvage.— I just love that thing (meaning the piece Ira was playing on the piano). Phil C.— What? That thing that’s playing? Wanted.— To know why John Hagel always grins when he sees Gertrude Meyer ? We here show a wheel from George’s head, With knowledge it is always fed. Full many a book by him was read In several languages long since dead. Miss Q.— You may read Merrill. Merrill (rising).—I! I! I! I don’t believe I can read that Miss Quinn. “To market,’’ thought Freda, “‘to market I'll go, To buy me a shovel, a spade and a hoe, To dig up my cabbage heads all in bloom As once they were in the senior room. Junior boy (at the box supper).—Sir, may I bid? Auctioner.— Certainly, certainly! Junior (moving towards the door).— I bid you all good night. Miss D.— What was brought over to America in 1619 that lowered the standard of the Americans? (Meaning slaves.) Mary Lee.— A ship load of women. If the Junior and Sophie boys don’t soon reform The teachers will get gray. Now, boys, wouldn’t you hate to have Your teacher be that way ? Miss A.— What was done with the English soldiers who were captured by the French? Tommie G.— They were thrown into prism. Now look at this classy Mary Teck, She’s some swell looking Jane by heck. Instead of a little lamb as of yore, A little dog trots on before. Wanted.— A date and a girl before January , 1920. Lynn F. Harriet is our butterfly, Always dwelling way up high, Except when to earth her respects to pay, She joins our Frank in tete-a-tete. Mr. Gast.— What is a triad? Albert Williams.— It is a group of three. Mr. Gast.— Three of what? Albert.— Oh! I thought you knew that. Every time I go to class Teacher keeps takin’ me to task; I don’t care if I am a fallin’ down, She’s gotta stop kicken’ my feelin’s: around. Every time I go ““Three”’ Teacher just keeps a pesterin’ me; I’m a peaceful kid; but I'll be bound, She’s gotta stop kickin’ my feelin’s around. Miss R.— Carl you may recite now. Carl.— I gave that Thursday. Miss R.— You may give it again. Carl.— I didn’t give it Thursday. I don’t know it: Frank’s line of talk just can’t be beat, His words flow out just like the meat From a sausage grinder. Irene N.— What is that thing? Mr. P.— A microscope. Irene.— Say! you let me see if I can’t see the spots on the sun with it. I'd love to try. Wanted.— To know why C. Benton was so anxious to get home from Bloomington. That ever walked the street, We hope some day he'll settle down And go to selling meat. Teacher.— Fools often ask questions that wise men cannot answer. Cullen.— I guess that is the reason I flunked in that test last week. Jack Hagel’s essay on Lincoln: “Abraham Lincoln was born on a bright summer day the twelfth of February, 1809. He was born in a log cabin he had helped his father build.” | This is Josephine so proud and haughty, | Who thinks kissing is quite naughty. | To do such things she never dares, | But who can tell how much she cares. ; ’ What did you enjoy most in France, Miss Lebline? Miss L.— Well, I think it was the French pheasants singing the mayonnaise. Mr. P.— Claude, when do you study Botany? Claude.— At night. Mr. P.— Well, it must be with your book under your head. Claud.— Yes, it is. I expect it to go in by absorption. Ewing is the classes crook, He never looks within a book, Of his appearance we'll only say, He looks like Sunday every day. one and play hide-and-seek with my Botany and peek-a-boo with my Latin. Rastus.— I ain’t sayin’ I isn’t married. Annette K. (leaving the picture show) .— Well goodnight people. I'll have to go home Rastus, Sr.—I ain’t askin you, is you isn’t, I’se askin’ you is you ain't. Wanted.— To know what business Fred Culp had at Rockford. Arthur B.— What is an island? Verne N.— It’s a place where you can’t leave without a boat. Some men are born to greatness With luck their lives begin; Some achieve distinction; But Harrington just butts in. “As You LIKE IT.” Quarterly Report of a Sophomore. 1912-1913. Rank in Subjects. Studies Studies Latn. . . A+ A+ At At At At Indutsry . . A+ A+ A+ A+ At At English . . A+ A+ At At+ At At Deportment A+ A+ A+ A+ At At Geometry . At A+ A+ A+ At At Days Present 30 30 30 30 30 30 History . . At A+ At+ A+ At At Days Absent 0 0 0 0 0 O Miss Q.— Merle, why are you reading so fast? Merle.— Well, it says here that Caesar was in a hurry to get into the territory of the Haedui. Pomeroy.— When I leave school, I ain’t going to work in an office. I don’t like the smell of ink. Steele— Maybe they won’t need a sweeper. Marriage is the best state for a man in general, and every man is a worse man in proportion - as he is unfit for the marriage state— Herbert Craig says this for the Annual. Kack is such a charming Miss, With lips just waiting for a kiss. A second Eva Booth is she; Another like her we'll never see. Mr. E. (Distributing Geometry test papers).— Don’t worry, the undertaker will do the rest. Lost.— One of my nicknames. Pomeroy. Anna Shields (noticing the wires over the emergency bell).— Oh, look at the wires com- ing in. Herbert Wire (opening the door).— And here comes another one. Mr. G.— Oh, mercy! what’s become of the piano stool ? Miss A.— Whom did you say? I'll find him, May T. (having spent a period talking over class affairs ( ) with Cullen and Ewing).— Say, Kack, is my hair all mussed ? Mr. P.— Define botanist. Otis R.— A botanist is a ripened seed vessel. iF a Earl is quite the ladies’ man; He rushes them whene’er he can. His blush is like the red, red rose, It covers his face from ears to nose. ’ Cullen is the kid, alright. When duty calls, he’s out of sight. There’s one thing sure, he'll not be hurt From too much study or overwork. Miss D.— Jim, I wish you could learn that it is silence that moves the earth, and not noise. Jim H.— What about dynamite? Have you hea rd of a rumor around, That the juniors are wise and profound? You have'nt, you cry. . Well, neither have I; But let’s keep our ears to the ground. Miss A. (dictating history questions to the juniors).— Who was the great minister of France in the reign of Louis XIV? Merrill (after reflecting for a moment).— How do you spell his name, Miss Andrews ? Reward for the arrest and conviction of the person or persons who took my Caesar. (Keep it, whoever has it.) Mr. E.— The conduct of this class is terrible.. I think some of you will be good candi- dates for an after-school class. Inez K.— Mr. Everett, I don’t accept the nomination. Our dear friend Ruth is a maiden fair, Whose greatest art is combing her hair. In talking, that child does have no equal, We fear that Niemeyer is her sequel. Lost, Strayed or Stolen.— My reputation. Herbert Wire. A maiden there was, of gentle mien; Her voice as thin as a wafer. Never heard and seldom seen. Her name is Lena Shafer. Mary T.— Miss Davison smells a rat. Ewing.— Must be yours, Mary. Mr. P. (operating the static machine).— Observe that this machine is being operated by a crank. A Speaker (addressing high school).— This country lad was an excellent foot-ball player; a large, strong, six-footed fellow. Mary Lee (translating from Vergil).— Native-born flea, escape from that fire. A certain lad by the name of Roy, Is such a quiet retiring boy; He’s always trying to crack a joke, To see the point would make one croak. Reward for the arrest and conviction of the chap who stole the bell off my desk. Miss An- drews. OP e ae eh 2 This is a picture of the Stewart baby, Painted by an artist — maybe. It is not a graceful pose, But it is natural, we suppose. Ruth.— Joe, I never can get these cockleburrs out of my hair. Harold M.—It don’t make any difference. It’s all false, anyway. Mr. P.— In what way do sweet potatoes and Irish potatoes function alike. Joe B.— They both function potatoes. , November 12th, the Senior girls wore their hair down their backs. Ray Heimbaugh styled it the downward revision of hair. Frank Lemp (watching Charles T. write).— Looks like railroading over the Rock moun- tains, doesn’t it? Harriet (just after the hay ride).— How did Maurice behave last night, Mary? Mary T.— Oh, alright; only he tickled me a good deal. In the years to come we're sure to find A prosperous banker, rich-and kind. But none will be more surprised than we, For it seems Chester’s sure a Court Fool to be. Reward.— For the arrest and conviction of person or persons who stacked our books and kept us from recitation. The Seniors. wt nrement Peek mitite @ School Calendar September 9.— School opened at 9:00 o’clock. September 10.— Half-day sessions announced. Everybody delighted. September 1 1.— All frightened at the new science teacher. Ask freshmen. September 12.— Notes fly between senior girls and a freshman boy. | September 18.— Mr. Linke addresses the High School. | September 24.— The Athletic Association organizes. | September 25.— Senior girls appear with their ( ) hair down their back. September 30.— High School orchestra organized. October 1.— Mr. Phillips takes Botany class on first trip. October 4,.— Cullen play “hooky.’’ His father interferes. 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DEPARTMENTS OF INSTRUCTION: Philosophy, Mathematics, Chemistry, Biology, Ge- ology, Astronomy, Physics, English, Latin, Greek, French, German, Spanish, Public Speaking, Education, Music, Physica l Culture, History, Political Science, Agriculture. A Scholarly Faculty, trained to teach. The College is fully and modernly equipped in every particular. Student Life on a high plane. The College is free from distracting influences. Cost, $150 To $225 PER YEAR. Catalogues may be secured of THE PRESIDENT School Calendar—Continwd October 23.— Mr. Everett gives us a few instructions on basket-ball. October 24.— School dismissed to hear Beveridge. October 28.— Senior hay-ride. Mr. Everett and Miss Quinn chaperons. Fine! ! ! October 31.— Freshman class party at Lyman Blish’s. November 1.— High School entertained by seniors. Frank L. gives a talk on “High School Life.” November 4.— George Schleter addresses High School with rousing speech. November 6.— Miss Lebline talks to the High School about ‘‘Mammoth Cave.”’ November 11.— Debate. Resolved that Woodrow Wilson should be president. November 12.— A. M.— Ewing swears off smoking. November 12.—pPp. M.— Ewing smokes. November 13.—First basket ball game, Shelbyville. November 24.— Miss Davison talks to the High School. November 26.— Seniors Thanksgiving turkey ( ) dinner. November 27.— Biff and Earl quit basket ball. November 28.— Everybody eats turkey. School Calendar—Continwd December 3.— Miss Andrews tells of her trip through Greece. December 6.— Rev. Thomas addresses the High School students. December 7.— High School Bazar. Pomeroy stars in minstrel show. December 10.— Mr. Everett talks on ““Olympic Games.” December 12.— 11:30 P.M.— Cullen swears off smoking. December 13.— 7:30 A. M.— Cullen smokes December 16.— Basket ball boys go to North Vernon to play. Earl and Ewing happy. Why? December 22.— There was’nt any school. It was Sunday. December 23.— Everybody happy. Christmas coming. December 24.— Freshman class give “‘Birds’ Christmas Carol.”’ December 25.— Christmas! January 5.— School reopens. Everybody delighted. ( ?) January 8.— Fred Culp increases his stature ten inches. January 12.— Blue Monday. Everybody tired. January |3.— Junior boys conspicuous in gaudy neck wear. REAL ESTATE Phone 439 W. A. CARTER SON INSURANCE H. C. DANNETTELL ATHLETIC Goops Dats. on so aati ice ae, Re BICYCLES LOANS me RENTAL BicycLE SUNDRIES mre GENERAL REPAIR SHOP SEYMOUR: | — eee INDIANA We Repair Everything DREAMLAND WALTER ORTSTADT Dealer in Showing the latest and best moving pictures, with change of program each evening. STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES AND GENERAL MERCHANDISE ADMISSION, 4: 6.2) 5s nano) Alte 5° CENTS! SEY MOU Rest 18. ae INDIANA ED. W. STEINKAMP MONUMENT WORKS 4] Monuments of Quality in Original, Artistic and the Newest designs always on hand. 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February 4.— Mr. Everett’s books nailed together. February 5.— Senior dance ( ) in hall after 3:35 P.M. February 6.— New pictures in the Assembly. February 9.— Mr. Phillips seeks Joe B. in the Assembly room. February February February February February February February February February February February Schonl Calendar—Caontinwed 1 1.— Orville Bottorf canned. 12.— Orville penitent. 13.— Orville reinstated. 14.— The sophomore boys flock around Anna S._ Valentines for everybody. 16.— Sunday. Everybody to church. | 7.— Senior valentine party — comics only. 18.— Sophomore Geometry test; results fatal; 0-65. 20.— Varsity basket ball team defeats Alumni. 23.— Fred Culp has business at Rockford. 25.— Explosion in chemistry laboratory. 27.— Patriot staff at work. March 3.— New sculpture adorns the halls. March 5.— Miss Quinn talks to the High School on ‘‘Ireland.” March 7.— Game with Louisville M. T. H. S., 54-24 in favor of Seymour. March 10.— Meeting of Athletic Association. 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April 8.— Jim Hancock decides to be a preacher. April 11.— Box supper. April 12.— Measles take possession of High School. Freshmen always start something. April April April April April April April April April April School Calendar—Caontinwh 15.— Rev. Watkins addresses the High School. Subject: The Power of Con- centration. 16.— State inspector makes us a visit. Junior Geometry class stars. 17.— Harold M. ca nned from English class. 18.— Report cards out. Many tears shed. 21.— Spring fever develops. 22.— Latin classes have vacation. Miss Quinn out of town. 24.— Esther A. and Mary T. canned from Civics. 28.— ‘‘Health week in Seymour.’’ Much joy.to the High School. 29.— Dr. Owen addresses the High School. 30.— Dr. Schweitzer talks to the girls of the High School. May 1.— Junior class caps make their appearance. May 2.— Sophomore class caps make their appearance. May 5.— Rehearsal of Senior play. May 7.— Patriot Staff burns midnight oil. May 8.— T’would take a prophet to tell you more. 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GO TO COLE'S CANDY STORE LOERTZ BAKERY pte South Chestnut Fine Candies :: Good Cigars THE FOLLOWING DONATED LIBERALLY TOWARD THE PUBLICATION OF THE ANNUAL MILLER Book STORE. F. H. HEIDEMAN COMPANY THE J. FetTiIG CoMPANY. PEOPLES GROCERY Ross SHOE STORE REYNOLDS GROCERY Harry MILLER We thank them. Jackson County Loan, Title and Abstract Company MONEY LOANED ON CITY AND FARM PROPERTY FIVE PER CENT. AND UP. ORNER SECOND AND Ek. M. YOUNG CHESTNUT STREET GET A GOOD SHAMPOO AT MRS. E. M. YOUNG’S The Leading Millinery 130 SOUTH CHESTNUT STREET SEYMOUR, INDIANA BY THE COURTESY OF BY THE COURTESY OF THE MODEL GROCERY VOSS, COR. TIPTON AND CHESTNUT The UNDERTAKER C. E. LOERTZ DRUGGIST of MILHOUS BLOCK HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS — Save your Spending money Each month By Patronizing RAY R. KEACH'S COUNTRY STORE East SECOND ST. NEXT To TERMINAL NEW LYNN BARBER SHOP O. J. BAUERMASTER, PropriETor (BETTER KNOWN AS “FATTY’’) New Lynn Building Indianapolis Ave. GET ¥ OU.RLe mecRir AM sean ARERR) Ag pti AN SWEANY’S STAND DE LEC LOU. K OAGN- KR RAS P SWEANY’S DONT FORGET E. C. BOLLINGER FOR REAL ESTATE New Dresses, Suits, WaAIsTs AND COATS JUST RECEIVED | ABLE’S M.A. SCHNEIDER THE DAYLIGHT DRY GOODS SRD eGR STORE GROCERIES SMOKED MEATS You cAN SEE WHaT You ARE DOING IF YOU ARE FRUITS AND TRADING IN A VEGETABLES qqq DAE Gia) ot ain 310 SouTH WALNUT STREET PHONE 16 SEYMOUR, IND. THE BEE HIVE J. A. QUINN COMPANY Seymour's Shopping Center Will Treat You Right DEALERS IN PHONE 237 FOR PLUMBING, QUEENSWARE, GRANITEWEAR, HEATING and GAS SUPPLIES CHINA, BRIC-A-BRAC, ETC. GAS RANGES SOUVENIR POST CARDS REPAIRS GIVEN PROMPT ATTENTION TELEPHONE 62 KEN olen een We Guarantee Everything we do or sell Compliments of JOE ANDREWS INSURANCE Telephone 472 DOMESTIC STEAM LAUNDRY Fire, Plate Glass, Tornado, Life, Health, Accident. MRED AMT o62) BARD CHRISTIE GARAGE Automobile Storage and Repairing W. C. DAILEY fan seeaih oats ee a ere a CLOLHING CO. Cor. THIRD AND CHESTNUT STs. SEYMOUR, INDIANA PHoNE 70 SEYMOUR, IND. STEINWEDEL MUSIC HOUSE SOUTHERN INDIANA’S. MUSIC STORE 110 West SeEconp ST. SEY AMaOr Ud oR A ICN FLAN PIANOS VICTOR VICTROLAS PLAYER PIANOS EDISON PHONOGRAPHS POST CARDS MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS McKINLEY MUSIC, 10 CENTS. POPULAR MUSIC, 15 CENTS CHARLES STEINWEDEL, PROPRIETOR SEYMOUR PUBLIC SERVICE CO. — LIGHT, HEAT AND POWER 8 South Chestnut Street. Telephone 499 TELEPHONE 330 THE BARLOW STUDIO and GIFT SHOP 408 INDIANAPOLIS AVENUE THE JOHN C. GROUB CO. WHOLESALE GROCER WE ARE DISTRIBUTORS FOR HUNT’sS CALIFORNIA CANNED FRUITs: PEACHES, APRICOTS, PEARS, CHERRIES, PLuMs, AND HaAWANAN PINE APPLE. There is none better packed on the coast. If you will try a can of these fruits, you will always buy Hunt's. Ask your grocer for Hunt’s Canned Fruits, and if not satisfactory, your money will be refunded. Nos. 174 and 19 West Second Street. 1 SEYMOUR, INDIANA PHONE 8—MAaIn OFFICE PHONE 107—Orricr anpD SToRAGH YARD DEALER IN 7 ANTHRACITE AND BITUMINOUS COAL AND BUILDING MATERIAL ALL ORDERS FILLED WITH NEATNESS AND DISPATCH Keen and Portland Cement White Silica Sand Hydrated and Bulk Lime Pressed and Shale Brick Fire Brick and Clay Sewer Pipe, Drain Tile Cement Building Blocks Chimney Tops, Wall Coping Cement Plaster Flue Lining and all Plaster Paris Clay Products Main Office: Corner Tipton Street and Jeffersonville Avenue. SEYMOUR, Office and Storage Yard: Corner Indianapolis and Cincinnati Avenues. INDIANA. r ONG ATL OT Yoke uP Nb cuks a GRAESSLE-MERCER CO. When in Need of a PLUMBER COMMERCIAL AND SS CATALOGUE WORK A SPECIALTY CALL 165 SEYMOUR :: 3: :: :: INDIANA PONE ie Seymour National Bank Seymour Ice Cream Co. H.C. Jornson, President J. S. Mirus, Cashier FROZEN CREAM AND LYNN FAULKCONER, Vice-Pres. ICES CAPITAL $100,000.00 CIRCLE STREET arene SEYMOUR, INDIANA YOUR BUSINESS INVITED NEAL ELECTRIC CO. EVERYTHING ELECTRICAL Telephone 46 10 St. Louis Avenue CARLSON HARDWARE CO. | EUROPEAN J. E. COLVIN PLAN PROPRIETOR GENERAL HARDWARE AUNT Da: EoUsM B ER NEW COMMERCIAL AUTOMOBILES, BICYCLES REFURNISHED AND SUPPLIES THROUGHOUT BUILDING MATERIAL A SPECIALTY TWO BLOCKS FROM ALL DEPOTS 106 W. SEcoND STREET CORNER THIRD ST. AND INDIANAPOLIS AVE. PHONE 135 SEYMOUR, IND. SEYMOUR, INDIANA COMPLIMENTS ©OF H. F. WHITE Seymour Coal T)esiee PROGRESSIVE MUSIC COMPANY FOR 30 KINDS CANDY — 10 Cts. POUND Kraft's Big 5 and 10c Store All the latest patterns in Laces and Embroideries Fine Pianos and Victrolas CASH OR EASY PAYMENTS GEO)? “KRAFay COMP Ahoy. No. 14 W. Seconp St. MEN WHO HAVE ALWAYS HAD THEIR CLOTHES MADE TO ORDER ARE NOW WEARING - ADLER’S COLLEGIAN CLOTHES Because — They are made better. Because — They have more style. Because — They fit better. Because — They are guaranteed Clothes. 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