Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 140 of the 1918 volume:

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Maurice y ienl Albert Ro s Claude Robbing .ay uwell aeorge cnleter Suing cS iield j £ orwin Short Robert .Snort V rtAurjSnutfi Cne iter Jpt ' Uman S rtnur Spray Tfoward i?tan ield T oy (Sullivan (Earl S wit zev Stanley 6 witter J ferrill cStecle C iarlej Tnomaj Zs!)illiam TnomaJ Bryan rogrel Salter Kojj TGnnet i Z Aite fle fcMifcon Pal ord WiztKoft ' 6rle ItHlfon jFran£ £ iem£e 7t?rbect ZOire ■--, I hbBf .,,). T|H|Lj|ilpW BP [Page Twelve 7nc% gmoviam HENRY COBB ' JjjN THE center of Hie Shields High School Jt Service Flag is a gold star, commemora- tive of Henry Cobb, of the class of ' 07, a splendid young aviator. After completing his training in the United States School of Aero- nautics at Cornell University, he was transferred to Camp Ellington Fields at Dallas, Texas. The message that the star carries to every heart is one of sorrow; sorrow that there has gone from among us one whose splendid young manhood has meant and will mean so much to those of us who knew him and loved him. There is, too, a feeling of gratitude that so noble a life has been lived among us. He has made the supreme sacrifice in response to our Country ' s call. Page Thirteen] [Page Fourteen Thomas Abbott Mott Superintendent o{ Public Schools Page Fifteen J [Page Sixteen Kate Ferns Andrews Principal o{ Shields High School Page Seventeen] Shields High School [Page Eighteen Inarfc nf iE uraiimt LgRovj Miller President Charles L. Kessler Secretary Benjamin F. Scnneck Treasurer Page Nineteen] 9Ke Realty Some may come and some may qo, but we qo on fovevev! ' L. A. ACKERMAN Mathematics Physiology Emalene Alwes E nglish Kate F. Andrews Principal English VI Anna Clark Mathematics Adelaide Gasaway Music [Page Twenty Rose Hamilton Geography History Mtra Laufcs History Civics ' WlLHELMlNA VEHSLAQE German Page Twenty-one J cQievavy [Page Twenty-two FRANK WELLER S HE SUN has slipped below the horizon. The faint blue line away to the west, suggesting the contact of earth and sky, was slightly edged with crimson. Two or three truant stars were already twinkling in the dark blue canopy above. At another time the serenity of it all might have stirred the soul of a poet to an expression of immortal feeling. But to us, a regiment of French in- fantrymen, it brought only a deep thankfulness that another day of slaughter was at an end. Rifles and machine guns that had cracked incessantly since the first dim hint of dawn were now silent and the general con- fusion of battle, so horrible in its intensity, had given place to a strange calm as the shadows of approaching night fell gently upon the earth. The last pale streaks of twilight faded out of the western sky and the moon, like an impetuous enchantress, seeing the last fluttering edge of her rival ' s golden robe broke from behind a cloud and enveloped the universe in the radiance of her beauty. As the stars grew thicker and brighter, a gentle breeze came whispering across the fields, bringing in its train through moonlight and starlight the holy hour of evening. Men who but a few hours ago were trying to kill other men now banished from their minds all thoughts of strife. The field out in front of our trench was strewed with silent grey-coated figures. They were shock troops who had been hurled against our first line fortifications. They made a gallant sight, those young fellows, grimly advancing while our machine gunners cut great swaths in their ranks. We had lost many a brave French lad in breaking that charge, and now it seemed that a mutual feeling of human sympathy pervaded the atmosphere and established an unspoken truce between us and the Germans. The world must be made safe for democracy. — The President. Page Twenty- three] Many of our men sat smoking in meditative silence, thinking of the poor fellows lying out there in the field so white and still. They were no longer the enemy, simply the beings of God ' s creation. Those bodies once moved with the life and vitality He had given them. Mortal hands had destroyed the body, but the soul, impervious to human destruction, took its place in eternity. As they sat there with these thoughts in mind there crept into their consciousness this proposition, Man has destroyed that which God has made, and the deep silence with which it was accepted made one feel he was witnessing an atonement between man and the Almighty. Others of our regiment, younger and lighter-hearted, hummed low tunes or sat conversing in groups. While I watched them my own mind became filled with sacred contemplation that comes only to the soldier who has come safely out of battle. Suddenly from the German trenches came the clear ringing notes of a cornet. How the fellow could play! He fairly picked up our feel- ings and carried them along with him. When he stopped for a moment every man of us rose up and cheered him. An American in our regiment started singing Silver Threads Among the Gold, and the Boche played an accom- paniment on his cornet. It was great. At the conclusion not one of us could speak, but a young soldier next to me (a mere boy) started crying very softly and soon all down the line of strong men — war-hardened veterans — were chok- ing back tears they were ashamed for their comrades to see. Probably to please his Yankee partner the Teuton musician played Dixie and ' Way Down Upon the Swanee River. After that he ran over a few popular French airs and quit. We supposed he would play no more, and at the shift of guards wrapped up in our blankets. I was about half asleep when again there fell on my ears the silvery tones of his instrument. He was playing a waltz, and at the first strain I leaped up in trembling excitement. Only two men in the whole world new that waltz existed — myself and the dearest friend of my youth, Karl Schmallhausen, a Bavarian musician. On my twenty-third birthday he had composed and played it for me: a waltz so beautiful that we decided to share it with no others, but keep it as a bond of mutual affection. For three years I had not heard it played, and now its slow melody came drifting to me over the battle field, bringing a message from Karl. I knew he was fighting with the enemy, for once within the borders of his native land his body and soul must become the tool of his Imperial Master. Often I had won- dered if he had gone through it all unscathed, as I had. A Zouave from the rest billets back of the base line came down the trench with an alto under his arm. I stopped h im and asked if I might play it. Nervously I played through the first strain of the waltz and immediately Karl played the second. Thus, The world ' s peace must be planted upon the tested foundations of political liberty. — The President. [Page Twenty-four until taps, we played to each other. I wanted to go over to him, but to venture into that open field, even at night, was certain death. All night I lay in my blankets thinking of him, and I knew that somewhere out there in the darkness he was thinking of me. At last we had found each other again, but I fervently hoped we should not meet in tomorrow ' s fray. The thought of killing him as I had others of the enemy sickened my soul and I tried to banish the thought from my mind. With the coming of dawn I arose and to soothe my perturbed spirit climbed to the top of the trench and looked out in the direction of the German position. Almost instantly a dark figure became visible on that black line I knew to be the enemy ' s fire trench. I raised rrvysclf higher and he saw me. Quickly he crossed his arms on his chest and then dropped them. Karl! I cried. It was the old danger signal he and I used at the conservatory to warn each other of an approaching professor when either of us were into deviltry. When he caught my answer he leaped back in his trench. I did not understand why he had given the signal, but I straightway reported to the commander and he had the entire regiment prepare for immediate action. Again I went to the observation post and looked out. A great grey-green line was sweeping across the field toward us. In that moment I knew the meaning of the signal. The German officers had planned a surprise attack and Karl had given us warning. Our machine guns sent a screen of bullets across the field, and for a moment their line wavered, but a second arose from the trench and joined the first. On they came, and as we set to meet the shock our Yankee comrade leaped up and rushed squarely at the foe. Without word from the officers our whole regiment rose up and followed him. The audacity of it startled us, but the call to follow was irresistible. A big German was running in advance of his column and the American turned toward him. They met with a lunge and I saw a bayonet sink in the grey coat. The weight of our impact broke their Prussian forma- tion, and with that gone the Teuton warriors were lost. Back they went, and a part of our force deploying came up in the rear and made them prisoners. As we marched back I saw the American sitting silently beside the big fel- low he had slain. His face was drawn in a half sad, half wistful expression; when he turned at my approach, he shuddered and looked down where in his hand he held — a German cornet. Thus it is in war. I pinned my Croix de Guerre on Karl ' s grey jacket and the American fastened a little silk flag of his own country under it. We did not bury him with the others, but wrapped him in the Tricolor and laid him to rest beneath a great spreading tree. We gave him the best we could for, although German born, he was a Frenchman at heart. As a single cog in the We have no selfish ends to serve. We desire no conquest, no dominion. — The President. Page Twenty-five] great German military wheel he did his duty as it was forced upon him. As a man and a lover of free humanity, he gave his own life that he might save the champions of Liberty and Justice. No nobler hearted man ever walked on French soil than Karl, and the autocratic hand that forced him to oppose the rights of mankind with the great strength of his body could not make him oppose it with the greater strength of his soul. When peace again comes to the land of the Fleur-de-lis I am going back to that little mound on the French frontier and pay to it the love and gratitude of a Frenchman ' s heart. Above it shall be raised a monument dedicated to him who was strong enough to fight for the things he hated and die for the things he loved. Then as France looks with pride upon the monuments of her own heroic soldier sons, she may stop for a moment before this one and say, with the inscription on its base : ' ' Here lies a man. ' ' We Red Cross B DAISY CARTER RIGHTER THAN the flames of shelled cities Glows the beacon-like red of its hue, Bringing to No Man ' s Land pity; Its call, Save the fallen and true; Whiter than fairest of flowers, The lily-like fields of its white, Bringing a great healing power To restore the wounded man ' s might. Sweet balm for the wounded and dying, Comfort and joy mark its course ; Soothing relief for the sighing, All come direct from this source. ' Tis the banner of comforting peace Thrown wide that suffering might cease. The thing we are fighting is without heart or conscience. It is, in short, ' Kultur — Louis Howland. [Page Twenty-six o Guv Service flag AGNES A. ANDREWS NE HUNDRED stars in the service flag, One hundred lives for you and me, One hundred boys to meet the foe In France across the sea. They are fighting for us, they are dying for us, To save us from the Hun. On them is the burden of progress laid, The burden since earth was begun. Oat under fire in the wet and the damp, Under night ' s dark canopy. The bravest boys, the worthiest boys, Are freeing you and me. Brave Boys, when your task is done, And you come from freeing the earth, The world will hail you with a joy anew For aiding her rebirth. One hundred stars in the service flag, One hundred lives for you and me, One hundred boys to meet the foe In France across the sea. We are but one of the champions of the rights of mankind. — The President. Page Twenty-seven] %2 ' Regeneration lerence ocott MARY GOODLOE BILLINGS TERENCE SCOTT, on the morning of April 6, 1917, was awakened by his room-mate who was studying elocution. He was uttering the gurgling vowel sounds of the beginner, and his penetrating voice pierced the sweet- ness of Terence ' s beauty sleep. With a groan he remembered the day and rolled out to put the finishing touches to his Senior oration. This was his last chance to work on it. Terence was the honor student of the Senior class — pale, stooped and list- less. How he ever endured his room-mate was a mystery to the college, for Bob Claypool was just the reverse; a broad-shouldered, straight, energetic fel- low. Terence, however, admired his room-mate in spite of the inconvenience of walking over Bob ' s dumb-bells and tennis racquets; in spite of never knowing what he would find in his bunk when he turned down the covers; in spite of being awakened at all hours, since Bob had taken up elocution, by the ah, eeh, ooh, of the beginner. Terence completed the oration amid the noise and confusion of Bob ' s morn- ing calisthenics. He breathed a sigh of relief when, with a So long, Scotty, Bob departed for his tennis court. His oration was on The Value of the Manufacturing Industry, and he hoped — in fact, expected — to get the Senior prize. Never in all the four years of his college life had Terence been any- thing but a grind. He had never taken part in any of the social functions and spent all his recreation hours in his everlasting study. As a result, he was by no means popular with the majority of the students. The only person who had any genuine affection for him was Bob Claypool. The day passed quickly in the usual way, during which Terence did not so much as catch a glimpse of Bob. That evening, as he was studying in his room, the missing Bob rushed in, slammed the door, and with his face in a glow of excitement, thrust the evening paper before the bored eyes of his studious room-mate, who read this headline: The test of our worth is the service we render. — Theodore Roosevelt. fPago Twenty-eight Congress Declares War on German Empire. Well, drawled Terence, it was inevitable. Caesar ' s ghost, man! And you sit there with your biology note-book, calmly remarking that war was inevitable, when the U. S. A. is staking the ideals of all her history on this thing! Wake up, you pasty-faced milksop! Isn ' t the United States more important than biology? Or is it? Good-night! and he jumped on Terence and ruffled up his hair, because, in his own intense patriotism, it was inconceivable that anyone else should be so utterly indifferent and cool. As far as Bob could see, his shaking up had no effect on Terence, but in reality he had set the wheels in the brains of the grind turning in a different direction; and for the first time in his life, Terence Scott began to think of other things than simply his books. However, there was no visible sign of this change as he went on quietly. He finished college with honors. He graduated as the valedictorian of the Senior class. He was commonly classed as a cold-blooded, unpatriotic slacker, although he contributed liberally to the Red Cross and Y. M. C. A. and attended all the war lectures. The one cloud which marred the satisfaction of his graduation day was that on the morrow Bob Claypool would leave for the Naval Training Station, while he would go back to Lawrence, Mississippi, to begin some life of clerkship or stenography, he knew not which. Bob had long ago filed his application for entering the navy, had been accepted and was really going — going to fight for his beloved U. S. A. Terence ' s mind was a confused jumble. He knew he ought to go, and he knew that deep down in his heart he would hate himself if he did not, but he loathed the thought of blood and of death, and knew that he could never kill a man, even for his country ' s sake. On commencement night, when he took his place, he saw on the platform a man in olive drab — the speaker of the evening. He was an Englishman, and every inch a soldier. When he began to talk the crowd immediately realized that he knew of what he spoke. It was a soul-stirring message from the soul of a sincere personality. He closed with these words: All I have to say is, that if every man in America does not thrill to the service of his country, he ' s not the American the British fought in 1776. The allied nations are sure of America, and if she fails — she ' s not America! Terence felt his heart swell within him, and he knew that tonight — tomor- row at the latest — he would apply for the privilege of joining those forces of liberty which were going across to fight, side by side with the brave people who, for almost three years, had been bearing the burden alone. With a joy that he could not explain he told Bob of his decision, and hardly remembered the di- ploma in his hand, hardly remembered anything; he cared now only for Bob ' s hearty Good for you, Scotty! I knew you ' d find yourself! There never yet ivas a service worth rendering that did not entail sacrifice. — Theodore Roosevelt. Page Twenty-nine] %q Pcodiqal Son T F. WELLER HE PRODIGAL son departed hence, And journeyed a long way off. He blowed his money to the very end, Then hiked for the family trough. The old man saw him coming afar, And took off his hat and cried: ' (juick, Henry, and kill the Jersey calf, Thy brother a luncheon provide. Now Henry had stayed at home and worked, To plow and to sow and to reap; He helped his mother and catered to dad, — He hardly had time to sleep. So here comes back this boisterous youth, From devious paths beyond, To gather in the shekels again, And like as not abscond. Alas for Henry; in deep dismay He had to dispatch his calf, To feed the gluttony of worthless kin; — He sure was handed the gaff. And worst of it all, to this very day, The preachers delight to spiel About the young chap who came back home, And ate up poor Henry ' s veal. And when they mention Henry at all, They actually call him a grouch, Because he kicked on slaying his calf, To coddle the lazy slouch. Albeit the world wags on that way, The same as in days of yore; The cuss who tears off the widest strip Is marked with the highest score. The dutiful Henrys plod along, And see that the work is done; They feed the calf and sow and reap, But hold no place in the sun. We hope some day the tide will turn, When all of his kind are exempt, And Henry will sit at the steering wheel, And view the rest with contempt. [Page Thirty WBufthOack IRENE HEIDEMAN I AST NIGHT, ' ' said the old clock, ' ' I was rudely aroused from my peaceful slumber by a noise of someone banging unfeelingly at my door. I awoke, and, lo ! whom should I see standing directly before me but Mr. Phillips. It was but two o ' clock a. m. Could I be dreaming, or was I really awake; and if so, what was all the commotion about? But as I had to stay on the wall, and Mr. Phillips offered no explanation for his unusual behavior, I was still in the dark. As I was still puzzling over the event, my hands were painfully moved forward, and the next thing I knew, it was three o ' clock a. m. Then I heard Mr. Phillips sigh as though with relief, and heard him say, Now. He slammed my door and turned away. Again I fell asleep. Suddenly I thought that I heard a sound like the stifled shriek of a clock. The sound seemed to come across the hall from Room 8. I came to the conclusion that Mr. Phillips was visiting that clock also. I longed to come down from my place on the wall and rush to the aid of my fellow-clock and demand an explanation for all this fooling with clocks at two o ' clock in the morning. But I waited, and all through the dreary morning hours my hands ached dreadfully. Then, later in the day, I overheard the conversation of several people. It ' s a rather mixed-up affair the first day — this new government time, said one. ' ' Rather, ' ' responded the other, ' ' but the government needs the time — daylight especially — so the clocks must be moved forward. They went on talking, but I was lost in thought. Suddenly light dawned on my senses, and I realized it all. I, even I, only an assembly-room clock, was doing the government of the United States some good. I felt myself swell with pride, but I grew calm when I reminded myself that I was only a clock. And so the old clock goes ' ' tick. ' ' ticking on, day after day, one hour ahead, until the time comes when we have done our bit toward gardening and helping our government feed our associates and our own soldiers Over There. Any fool can waste. — Kipling. Page Thirty-one HELEN ANN DANNETTELLE |N AND out between freight ships and passenger ships a small steam cutter nosed its way into the San Francisco harbor. A girl of about eighteen was leaning eagerly over the rail. Her small, fair face was flushed with inter- est and her blue eyes danced with childish delight in the busy scene about her; for this was the first time that Leslie Marley could remember seeing her native land. Eleven years before, when the Botanical Research Society of California sent Henry Marley to Guatemala to study the plant life of Central America, he took his wife and little daughter, Leslie, with him. Prom year to year the young botanist ' s stay in Central America was prolonged by the Association. His first book on Tropical Forests had been a success. He bought an old Spanish villa in San Jose and began work on a series of books. But since Leslie (whom both her parents adored) had decided that she wanted to attend school in the States, the Marleys were returning to California. Now, as Leslie watched the crew hauling the baggage upon deck, prepar- atory to unloading it on the dock, she turned to her mother, who was standing near. Oh, mother, isn ' t it wonderful to think you ' re in the United States? How energetic and busy everyone is! I love it! Her mother smiled. I ' m glad you like it, dear. I think you will like the Ocean View Hotel, too. The Vancouvers are there and Ysabel will make it very agreeable for you, I ' m sure. At least, she will if she is anything like her mother. You like Mrs. Vancouver, mother? asked Leslie, anxiously. Very much, indeed. Clara is a splendid woman. I hope Ysabel Vancouver will like me, but, mother — all along I ' ve felt that she won ' t. How much older is she than I? Upon each one of you much depends. — Secretary of State Lansing. [Page Thirty-two Oh. Leslie, what a foolish little daughter you are. The trip has tired you. Ysabel is only three years older than you. She will be twenty-two this fall, I think. Leslie turned away, for she could not explain why she so dreaded to meet Ysabel Vancouver, the daughter of her mother ' s girlhood friend. At Ocean View the windows of Leslie ' s room overlooked the shore. Three quarters of an hour before dinner time that night, Leslie stood all dressed be- fore one of the windows, watching the sun sink beyond the sea. She was wear- ing a simple white dress and her only ornament was one strand of perfect pearls. The sound of music and laughter came up from the verandas. Leslie won- dered if Ysabel was down there. Mrs. Vancouver had come in during the afternoon, while Leslie and her mother were unpacking. She told them that Ysabel was strenuously practicing for the tennis tournament, which was to be held the next week. As the Marleys entered the dining room, Mrs. Vancouver turned to a tall young man who was sitting next to her. Louis, she said, will you please go get the Marleys and bring them over here? Louis, however, frowned. Nothing doing, mother. I ' ve been chasing your darling daughter ' s stray tennis balls all afternoon. Ask Walter to do it. Walter Haywood, a handsome man of almost thirty, who had been talking to Ysabel, upon hearing his name called, looked up from the other side of the table. What is it, Mrs. Vancouver? he asked. I was asking Louis to go pilot the Marleys, there by the door, over here to our table ; but, as usual, he wants to put it off on you. ' ' I ' ll go, said Haywood, following her eyes to the group which had just entered, and making his way easily among the tables he quickly approached them. Are you Mr. Marley, sir? he asked. I am Walter Haywood. Mrs. Vancouver sent me to bring you to her table. You are very kind, replied Mr. Marley. This is my wife and my daughter, Leslie, Mr. Haywood. ' ' The women rose and together the four crossed the room. At dinner Leslie was seated between Louis Vancouver and his father. The latter was very kind to her and Louis, too, made himself especially agreeable. He was a senior in Berkeley University and he kept Leslie amused with a never failing fund of school stories. Everyone was nice to her. Ysabel, who sat diag- onally across the table, addressed several remarks to her, but once Walter Hay- wood glanced across and smiled into her eyes ; and it was of that smile that Leslie was thinking when she fell asleep that night. The next morning Leslie was leisurely eating breakfast in her room when The first duty of a public man is to sacrifice his personal interest and that of his party to the general interest of the country. — Venizelos. Page Thirty-three] Ysabel came in. Ysabel was not as pretty a girl as Leslie, although she made a stunning picture in her white sport dress, with a Panama hat tied securely under her chin, as she stood in the middle of Leslie ' s room and vigorously whirled her tennis racket around in the air. Oh, you slow girl! she ex- claimed. Do hurry and come down to the courts with me, please. I ' d love to, said Leslie, discarding the remainder of her fruit. I ' ll be ready in just a minute. ysabel sat down in a large willow chair. How do you like us here in ( ' alifoi ' niu, Leslie? she asked. You are wonderful people, said Leslie. How do you like Walter Haywood? Ysabel continued, gazing dreamily out of the open window. He is very nice, indeed, Leslie replied. He is — Ysabel was going to say, my fiance, but as she looked up at the younger girl she was putting on her hat and her eyes were very cold and unre- sponsive. He is a good friend of ours, she said, instead. My father is very much interested in him. Once outside on their way to the tennis courts, Ysabel asked again, And how do you like Bud? 1 like him a great deal, said Leslie, frankly. Ysabel laughed. I should say that he returned the compliment. He told me this morning that he was going to teach you to play tennis. Leslie looked up, surprised. He didn ' t say anything to me about it, she said. Never mind; he ' ll do it. Louis never considers the other person, said Louis ' sister. If he has decided to teach you tennis, it ' s tennis you ' ll learn. With boating and dancing and tennis and swimming the summer days passed quickly for Leslie. Under Louis ' instruction she developed a fair game of tennis, but she surprised everyone in the ease with which she mastered swim- ming lessons and while Ysabel won the tennis championship, she carried off all prizes in the amateur swimming contests. One particular afternoon, two months after her arrival at Ocean View, Leslie was sitting all alone on one of the side verandas. Ysabel had gone into town to the costumcr ' s. Ysabel was getting a great many new clothes lately, Leslie mused. And Louis had gone day before yesterday with some of his college chums to spend the week in the mountains. All the women in the hotel were playing bridge and the men were down on the links. She wondered idly where Haywood was. Her book had ceased to be interesting. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Let us exact from every man the fullest performance of duty, the fullest loyalty to our flag and the most resolute effort to serve it. — Theodore Roosevelt. [Page Thirty four I knew you danced too late last night. Leslie jumped. Mr. Haywood! Why, I thought you were 1 don ' t know where I thought you were, but I didn ' t know you were about the house. Walter Haywood sat down on the steps. Pretty dull around here today, isn ' t it? It has been, said Leslie, closing her book. How long is Louis going to be gone on this trip? asked Haywood, after a pause. I don ' t know. About a week, I think. Look here. You ' re not nearly as nice to that boy as you might be. Why should you care about him? Leslie asked, blushing ever so slightly. If he would say that he didn ' t care! If he would say that he was glad she wasn ' t too nice to Louis! She had given him a good chance to say something. But when he began to speak she knew that he was not going to say that kind of thing. His voice was too cool and impersonal, with just a touch of laughter in it. Well, you see, one always likes his relatives to have the best of everything, girls included. Relatives? asked Leslie, incredulously. Why, yes; I ' ve begun to look out for my brother, already. Your brother? And then the full significance of what he was saying came upon her. You are going to marry Ysabel? she asked, hoping so hard that he wo uld laugh and tell her it wasn ' t so. Hasn ' t anyone ever told you? he said, instead. No, she said; and her voice was scarcely more than a whisper. Haywood looked up questioningly at her, but before the pained expression in her eyes he dropped his own. Why, I guess it ' s so old, he said, that nobody thought to tell you. We ' ve been engaged for two years, and when I was able to help Mr. Vancouver so much with that big lawsuit he ' s always talking about, he took me into the firm and Ysabel and I decided to be married this fall. Leslie was silent. Again he looked up at her. I didn ' t know it, she said at last. No one ever told me. I-I wish you all the happiness — Good-bye. She held out her hand to him, but when he started to take it she snatched it away and fled over the veranda, into the build- ing and up to her room, where, from behind the drawn curtains, she watched his white clad figure walk dejectedly down to the beach ; and then she flung herself on her bed, weeping hysterically. But when Walter Haywood reached the shore he sat down on the upturned boat and said, Damn. And then, more calmly, Of course, it ' s hard on her, A steadfast concert for peace can never be maintained except by partner- ship of democratic nations.— The President. Page Thirty-live] but just because I ' m decent to her she falls in love with me. Oh, somebody ought to spank her. Leslie did not go down to dinner that night and later in the evening her father came in to see her. What ' s the matter, daughter? he asked, stooping to kiss the pale face she lifted to him. Tears came into her eyes, but she only said, I think we ' d better go back to Guatemala, dad. I don ' t believe I want to go to school. But 1 have just arranged for you to enter Berkeley as a junior, her father objected. Mr. Elmond is willing to give you credit for the work you have done with me. But Leslie said, I want to go home, and turned her face away. Her father, baffled, looked up at his wife. She motioned for him to follow her into the next room, and there she told him all she had been able to draw from Leslie of her feeling for Haywood. At first Mr. Marley refused to consider Leslie in earnest when she insisted on returning to Central America, but daily she grew weaker and weaker until the doctor said, Give her what she wants. I can ' t do that, said Mr. Marley, sadly, but I can take her away. And so the day before Ysabel ' s wedding a south-bound steamer carried the Marleys away from San Francisco. The Vancouvers and Walter Haywood stood sadly on the dock while the ship steamed slowly out of the harbor, and Louis watched an ever-fading figure clad in bright blue that stood resolutely near the prow of the ship, but it did not turn or wave a single farewell. On the evening of the second day out Leslie was standing on the upper deck when a sudden shock ran through the ship and instantly the cry, Revil- lagigedo Rock, arose. Leslie could see nothing but the crew and frightened passengers moving frantically about the deck below. And then through the still air came the crisp order, To the boats. But Leslie did not move. Below her father and mother searched and researched the cabins. The last boat was filling when the captain, searching the ship for anyone left behind, came suddenly upon her. Girl, why don ' t you obey orders? Go below. Get in that boat. Leslie started to object, but the man seized her wrist and fairly dragged her with him. Their boat safely pushed off just as the huge steamer settled slowly to the bottom. But Leslie had no coat. She crouched in the bow of the boat and felt the cold spray come through her thin dress. The men in the boat were rowing hard, but once the captain looked around at her and frowned. Get someone ' s coat, he said; but Leslie did not mind him, and when morning came and the little boat, having safely rounded the rocks, was entering the Revillagigedo harbor he looked about for her again. She was leaning forward on her face, one hand trailing in the icy water, and he knew before he lifted her up that she was dead. The right is more precious than peace. — President Wilson. [Page Thirty-six Spring .1 William m 0, Spring; thou art the mistress of the year cfft thy clear call all nature doth awa e; ffiy gentle winds drive off the season sear Vlnd tender buds theiv wintry bed forsake; %e fairy murmwc of thy silvery bvoo Comes li e sweet music to my eager ear $ls J, secure within some sheltered noofc, 9aze on thy fair and fragrant scenes of cRqqv; cffnd then there comes to me a haunting joy, %e scenes of other days come to my eyes %e scenes of youth, when J a barefoot boy Jn joy and comfort walked beneath thy s ies. J Page Thirty-seven] FRANK MILLER ' HILIP FALKLAND was a talented musician. His long, flowing pompadour and black bow-tie gave him the ap- pearance of an Italian master, but he was none other than a young man of unusual ability, living in our own Hoosier State. In the warm seasons he spent his leisure moments profitably at an open window, overlooking the garden, playing selections from such great masters as Giovanni Pressenda. His violin seemed fairly to sing with a sweet caressing tune of love and sympathy similar to that of Orpheus With his violin to his shoulder, pouring forth the melodious notes, his chief meditation was of Mary. Mary — ah, how sweet a name it had once been to him ; the name of her, whom he had once loved dearly and who had loved him ; but now all of that belonged to the past. He loved her no more; he loved no one; he had even adopted a motto, Valete Puellae, and had vowed never again to associate with them in any way. Philip only liked to dream of the times which could be no more ; in fact, we wanted them to be no more, as love between him and Mary was forever dead. But he, as only lovers know how or why, delighted in musing over a name which now meant nothing, but had once meant much. Mary, on the other hand, had dismissed from her mind any thoughts whatever of Philip. Bertram, the stylish kid from the city, had stepped in. Philip had, for a time, hated even the name of Bertram Ewing, but when he discovered that Mary no longer loved him, he immediately dismissed both love and hate from his mind ; for one of his principles was to force no one to do anything unwillingly. Every Tuesday and Friday evening Philip took a music lesson from Pro- fessor Gunvitch, a local instructor. The class, of which he was a member, was composed of about fifteen young men and women of about the same age as our hero. His talents had already won fame for him among his fellow students. [Page Thirty-eight One Tuesday evening more than half of the pupils were in their places fully fifteen minutes before the required time. Philip, with a group of acquaintances, was discussing the lesson and, while giving his opinion to his listeners who were grouped about his seat, he chanced to glance at their faces to see the impression which he had produced. He looked into the eyes of June Mackson, a very beautiful girl. As he looked at her she smiled. Instinctively, he smiled back. His gaze then turned elsewhere, but the others Were as infinite space before it; he saw only the image of a beautiful, smiling girl. Suddenly, there flashed before the mind of Philip two words: Valete Pucllae. At once he realized the folly he had committed. For a time there was a serious debate in his mind, as to whether he should stand by his vow or yield to Cupid ' s temptations. He decided to remain firm. The following days his mind went through numerous adventures. He pic- tured the testing of his love for her ; he saw himself telling her that he admired her intellect, but that he could not admire her beauty and grace, as he had bound himself by a vow not to associate with girls. He pictured her turning away with many a tear in her eyes ; then he, like a noble knight, would tenderly caress her and, turning, bid her farewell. One morning he told his most intimate and confiding chum, Ferdinand Hart, just how the matter stood. Ferdinand, who knew of Philip ' s vow, said, Philip, you are a fool for adopting such a motto. Philip carefully weighed his reply, Maybe I am. About that time, to break up his reverie, came the declaration of war and the passage of the draft law. Philip enlisted as a volunteer. Having donned the khaki for humanity and Old Glory, he felt it his duty to call on June, as he had lately done quite often, and tell her good-bye. He immediately repaired to her home. The happiest moment of his life had at last arrived. How brave of you to join the colors, and how noble to give up your life, if need be, for democracy, said June, admiringly. What I have is my country ' s, and I am willing to give her all, said Philip, with a tear of emotion. I ' m proud of you, Philip, said June. Strangely moved by her words, Philip did not heed a subtle voice which whispered, Your vow! your vow! Philip Falkland, with June as his wife, was the happiest soldier in the legions of Old Glory. When told of his resolve, June said: You are a con- querer. You have conquered a vow which would have wrecked your future happiness. As you have been a conqueror here, may you also be a conqueror Over There. Hope is the mainspring of efficiency; complacency is its rust. — David Lloyd-George. Page Thirty-nine] VI ffiougft w THELMA JONES HEN YOU come to the end of your high school years, And you sit all alone with your thoughts, Do you think with pride and unshed tears Of the victories you have wrought? Do you think what leaving old S. H. S. Can mean to a Senior ' s heart, When he says farewell to old school days, And dear friends have to part? Well, this is the end of our high school life, Near the end of our childhood, too; For now we take to the open path Where the snaps in life are few. But Memory has painted these happy years In colors that ne ' er will fade, And we find at the end of our journey here The love of the friends we ' ve made. Five DORIS A. JACKSON G OD of the worshipers of old, Sweeping o ' er this world so bold, You are as a charging battle line. Advancing slowly, destroying as you go ; Following your leader, sometimes crouching low, And then arising with a mighty din, While all your foes to you give in, And with a rush you claim the victory. Mighty and unconquerable you are; Feared yet admired as the heroes of war. Oh, Fire and Flame, ' tis easy to see Why the people of old worshiped th ee. Let us pay with our bodies for our soul ' s desire. — Theodore Roosevelt. [Page Forty conof for c mericon AGNES ANDREWS ENRY VON RIEHMER had been born in America, of German parents. When the war broke out he became vehemently pro-German, and as Germany ' s supporters grew fewer, he became more and more for the Vaterland, though his motherless children, Henry and Charlotte, were visibly annoyed every time he lauded Germany and her achievements. When the United States entered the war Charlotte ' s sweetheart, Dycke Rhodes, came to him and asked per- mission to marry Charlotte before he should start to France to drive an ambulance. No! Von Riehmer thundered; No, a thousand times, No! Vy do you nod drive an ambulance for der Vaterland? Pro-Englisher dogs! and stamped indignantly away. As the days passed, he grew steadily more provoked at the country of his birth. At Christmas time, in nineteen sixteen, a nephew, Fritz, from Germany, came, ostensibly to visit him. He was a quick, heavy, rather bestial chap, in the secret service of Berlin. His manners were very bad, his disposition worse. After several interviews with him, young Henry, his eyes flashing, angrily left the house to enlist in the Canadian army. It was a heavy blow to the father, but he bore it proudly. In the atmosphere of his uncle ' s growing favor, Fritz ' s already bad man- ners grew worse. There in his uncle ' s house, he would pace the floor, twisting his little mustaches, and in his careful, precise English would give Von Riehmer his views on the war. One evening his uncle mentioned the fact that Germany was waging a war of self defense. Fritz laughed. It is absurd the way you are behind the times, Uncle Heinrich. We are fighting because it is Germany ' s destiny to rule the world! We must have a ' place in the sun! ' If we cannot gain it in We have no politics in a narrow sense in this conflict — Ex-Governor Ralston. Page Forty-one] this war, we will get it in future wars. We desire fresh territory and more money. That is what we are fighting for. Henry von Riehmer was aghast at this shattering of his ideas, but in his heart he felt that the Germany of his old-time dreams was still alive and justly fighting in the right. One day Fritz ' s bad disposition got the better of him. Upon Charlotte ' s repeated refusals to shine his boots, he grew enraged and beat her. It was a trembling, hurt Charlotte that told her father of this outrage, but it was an even more hurt Charlotte who took refuge among her beloved paints and pictures, Liter she had watched her father storm at Fritz and heard Fritz ' s complacent answer that he should not get so excited unless he wished to receive the same treatment. Finally, the day before diplomatic relations were broken with the Imperial German Government, Fritz proposed to his uncle that, as he was an American, he could be of invaluable assistance to Germany by obtaining a government position that would enable him to visit the camps and secure information which could, without suspicion, be reported to Postdam. It could be said for Henry von Riehmer that he was honest, and as he stood there, his mind free from any taint of double dealing, he grew suddenly red, and then, taking a long breath, he pointed a trembling finger at his nephew and shouted Go! Never darken my door again! I may luff Germany, but nefer for her vould I betray my country— America ! Go! He inwardly renounced his love for Germany and his Germanism. But he did not take up Americanism. He was, in fact, a man without a country. One day, toward the last of April, he came home from a walk and was met by a radiant Charlotte, who would not reveal to him the cause of her joy. But he found out as soon as he entered the house, for there stood Dycke Rhodes and — at first he could not believe his tear-dimmed eyes — his son, Henry, stand- ing straight and erect in his khaki uniform. After his joy had calmed a little, he learned that Dycke and Henry had come to join our own army. Reluctantly, he permitted Henry to join the American forces and Charlotte to become the wife of Dycke. In May, however, when he was visiting Charlotte and her husband, they noticed that although he said nothing for Germany, he was rath er apathetic in his loyalty to the United States. In anxiety his daughter and son-in-law questioned him; but his only reply was, The Unided States has done nuding for me; vy shoudt I do anyting for der Unided States? Der Unided States doess nod care vether I and my family are alife or deat. Vy shoudt I care about der Unided States? Dycke gave up in despair, but Charlotte was equal to the occasion. Oh, The present German submarine warfare against commerce is a warfare against mankind. — The President. [Page Forty-two no, father, she cried, running into the house and returning with a big poster. The United States does care about you and your family. She quickly un- rolled the poster and held it up. It represented a benevolent Liberty, caring for the stricken people of all nations, and underneath it bore this legend: She cares for you! Shoiv your affection for her and buy LIBERTY BONDS. That, father, she proudly cried, is the prize- winning Liberty Loan poster; the artist is your daughter, Charlotte von Riehmer Rhodes. If Uncle Sam cares enough for your daughter to think that she painted the best poster from all over the United States, don ' t you think you should care for him, at least a little? Veil, Charlotte, you are righd. You und Dycke, here, haff made me see dot I do owe someding to Ungle Sam, so I vill support him. Hurray fer der Star- Spangled Banner ! Vere is der nearest place vhere I can buy a Liberty Bond ? ' ' And so, another American joined the throng. Sft the 1 ms Bvln{ B FRANK WELLER EFORE the murderous fire I reeled and fell ; The line surged o ' er me, forward and return, The heat of battle rage swept on with unconcern. And then the river, I had heard them tell About, back home on Sundays, hove in sight. Its rolling waters grew as black as night; I knew no more. Somehow it was not yet to be farewell, For in her tenderness, I woke to learn, She drove the river back ; the fever ' s burn She soothed with tender touch ; and to compel The pain to cease, she sang so low and sweet Of home and loved ones we should one day greet On our own shore. The wrongs against which we now array ourselves are no common wongs; they cut to the very roots of human life. — The President. Page Forty-three] Patriot £taff Frank Weller Miss Quinn Miss James Francis Stunkel Glenn Keach Miss Andrews Editor-in-Chief Faculty Editor Faculty Art Editor Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Faculty Business Manager Doris Jackson Assistant tEiUtars George Hurt (Class ithitors Kathryn Hodapp Agnes Andrews Arthur Wilde Frank Miller Art lEbttora Edrick Cordes Alice Dixon Eabl Dieck Ruth Stanfield Helen Lewis Bertha Ewing Frederick Bretthauer [Page Forty-four Sditovial FRANK WELLER E SENIORS of 1918, standing on the threshold of a great new world, realize that its horizon is tinted with the dawn of a greater day than all past ages have forseen. Our graduation is denied the fairy thralldom of rosy dreams filled with fancy ' s pictures of a big outside. It is as if the world had suddenly grown older and in the transition swallowed up that time of life when passion for air castles reigns supreme. Today the universe rolls in a s ea of fire and the time to dream is left far in the past. The present calls for action, immediate and man- sized. Thus we have traded youth ' s fair birthright for privilege of early participation in the fortunes of mankind. In the hearts of men there rests conviction that this world must be made secure for human life and liberty; for the pursuit of happiness and the main- tenance thereof. The mighty door that has for ages denied the human race entrance into the land of universal peace and freedom is at this hour creaking on its rusty hinges. The champions of free humanity are striking heavy blows upon its iron bars and it shall open, even against mountains of mortuary ob- struction. The selfish hand of autocracy that holds down the latch is loosening its grip under the blow of the freeman ' s battle-axe. His war engines have razed to the ground the embattlements of him who would defend the ancient idea that creative force by one individual may have the divine right to subju- gate his fellow-men. The Prussian Cain of today asks again the question of his predecessor; and as Christ answered the Cain of old, so are his brothers to answer now. On America has fallen the duty of rendering an ultimate decision. Daily and hourly she calls to the noblest and highest in men to answer those words of an olden time, Am I my brother ' s keeper. In every American home the call is heard and few, indeed, are there who say, What is this call about? Already the Stars and Stripes have been sent far across the sea to deliver America ' s ultimatum. The best blood in all the world has gone with the flag to keep it free from stain while on its journey, and today it waves in the front ranks of the world ' s heroes, seeking all who would dispute its answer to the lord of German lands. When the time shall have come in which no man may say to another, Call me master, then Old Glory will come home, waving from the highest peak in the world of honor for having answered this question that for Page Forty-five] century of centuries has troubled the hearts of men. In that day we, who now stand in the world ' s great Freshman class, will come into the heritage of blessings unknown to the world before. In that day our greatest duty will have come to us, and we must rise to the full comprehen- sion of our responsibility. To the posterity of those who are fighting for us we will be under obligation to preserve and perpetuate the blessings of liberty which their fathers and mothers made the supreme sacrifice to secure. Our brothers who have fallen on the battle-field have died with the expectation that we will protect the democracy of the world for which their lives were given. It will be our duty to strike from the human heart the last vestige of error. We must abolish forever the things that necessitate forts and arsenals. We must preserve for the world the wholesome ideals of universal equity, freedom and peace. Ye shall know the truth. Yes, we are knowing the truth, and it is making the world free. Then, by the help of God, it shall be our duty to keep it free. We take this opportunity to thank the members of the faculty, the art de- partment and the student body for their interest and heart} 7 cooperation in the publication of our Patriot. Realizing the many demands that have been made upon the business world today, we wish, in an especial way, to thank our advertisers who have so generously aided us with their patronage. [Page Forty-six 5 3 Tionov tf oU eredito tft ' s Jvancis Stun el 36k 361 Jennie Shields 35 35 ' Jfteima oms 35 33 Daisy Carter 34131 Page Forty-seven J %q Pledge of 1918 W FRANK WALLER E ARE coming, Father Wilson, We will soon be twenty-one, Then we, too, may shoulder rifles, In this war with savage Hun. Ages long the world has waited, And the time has come, at last, For her children born in freedom, To place serfdom in the past. You have called upon our brothers To go far across the sea In defense of human rights, And man ' s sacred liberty. Cheerfully they have responded, Nobly sacrificing all ; Happy in a freeman ' s privilege To be answering such a call. They may fall both dead and dying, Bravely fighting in the rank. Death ' s grim hand may strike them heavy, Taking toll from front and flank. But the Prussian war lord ' s minions, From thralldom ' s Teuton horde, Striking at the heart of mankind, Must be stopped by Yankee sword. If our brothers fighting yonder, In three years do not complete The pilgrimage Old Glory ' s making, But strive on with lines deplete; Then our Wilson, Yankee Wilson, You in whom all freemen trust, In the cause for which they ' re falling We will die, too, if we must. regret that I have but one life to give to my country. — Nathan Hale. [Page Forty-eight %q Seniors JCnow %.y Opportunity %ee: 9a£ JIoimvi fyd fyse Colors: fyd andTsdfnte President Jerome ftoyles $tce President J ctRryn Jipdapp Secretary Doris fiac son ' Treasurer J{arry cJ lillev BUREL BEATTY Beattie Blushing beauty brings boundless blessings. Glee Club, ' 17- ' 18, Senior clas play, ' 18. JEROME BOYLES ' ' Hap ; Jerum ' ' Of all my folk ' s relations, I like myself the best. Senior President, ' 18. Senior class play, ' 18. Basket-ball, ' 15- ' 16, ' 16-17, ' 17- ' 18. Varsity Captain, ' 18. Letter man. Senior basket-ball, ' 18. Page Forty-nine] LORITA BOLLINGER Tee Why do the ghosts knock? They are the tortured souls of her heai-tbroken lovers. Basket-ball, ' 15-16. Senior class play, ' 18. Orchestra, ' 17- ' 18. Glee Club, ' 14- ' 15, ' 15- ' 16, ' 16- ' 17, ' 17- ' 18. FREDERICK BRETTHAUER Fritz; Ferd He loves himself most preciously. Basket-ball, ' 17- ' 18. Letter man. Senior team, ' 18. Patriot staff, ' 18. DAISY CARTER Bill A shady nook, a babbling brook, a story book, a world forsook. Senior class play, ' 18. Honor roll. EDRICK CORDES ' ' Ignuts ' ' Ripe for deviltry, but too green to burn. Patriot staff, ' 16- ' 17, ' 17- ' 18. Athletic edi- tor, ' 18. Class treasurer, ' 17. Senior class play, ' 18. Basket-ball, ' 17- ' 18. Letter man. Senior team, ' 18. [Page Fifty GEORGIA COX Ted Round her neck she wears a yaller ribbon, She wears it for her lover, who is fur, fur away. Senior class play, ' 18. Glee Club, 16- ' 17, ' 17- ' 18. DEWEY CRAIG Dude Sometimes we think his silence is virtue, and then, again, we think it is just laziness. Track, ' 15- ' 16. Track representative, ' 17. Junior Vice-President, ' 17. ALICE DIXON Theda We admit she can act, but her nom de plume implies nothing; it is camouflage. Basket-ball, ' 15- ' 16. Senior class play, ' 18. Patriot staff, ' 18. GLADYS GLASSON Gad There is the river Shannon and the boy Shannon. Irishmen love the first, but — well, I bet he can lick his weight in wild cats. Glee Club, ' 18. Page Fifty-one] GLADYS FOX Peggy She could as near speak with austerity as a kitten could roar. Senior class play, ' 18. MARGARET HIRTZEL ' ' Margie ' ' So buxom, blithe and debonair, 0, those eyes and that dark hair! Nature has given her that which many girls spend hours to obtain. KATHRYN HODAPP Katie Cupid ' s dart dents not my heart. Patriot staff, ' 16-17, ' 17- ' 18. Glee Club, ' 15- ' 16, ' 16-17, 17-18. Senior class play, 18. Senior Vice-President, 18. ESTHER HUMES ' ' Redo ' ' popularity depended on red hair, I ' d be all the rage. Basket-ball, 15-16. Senior class play, 18. [Page Fifty-two GEORGE HURT Hi-pocket 0, the young Lochinvar has come out of the South, And strange are the words that fall from his mouth. Patriot staff, ' 18. Humorist, ' 18. Senior class play, ' 18. DORIS JACKSON ' ' Dorie ; Dodo ' ' In the intricate recesses of her heart there is always room for one more. Patriot staff, ' 18; Assistant Editor. Junior Secretary, ' 17. Secretary Athletic Association, ' 18. Basket-ball, ' 15- ' 16. THELMA JONES Dick The junior partner of the firm of Carter Jones, the original Siamese twins, wholesale dealers in hilarity. Honor Roll. Senior class play, ' 18. LAWRENCE KASTING Unk Small bodies often denote great minds — but that does not mean anything in this case. Senior class play, ' 18. Senior basket-ball, ' 18. Glee Club, ' 18. Page Fifty- three] LUCILE KASTING Bob She towers above us, both mentally and phys- ically. Senior class play, ' 18. LUCILE KESSLER Eel A few more years — then double harness, and the store at Tampico. Basket-ball, ' 15- ' 16. Orchestra, ' 15- ' 16, ' 16- ' 17, ' 17- ' 18. Senior class play, ' 18. Glee Club, ' 18. ALICE KRUGE AT He who laughs last may laugh best, but he who laughs first, last and always will get the big feather every time. Senior class play, ' 18. EMMA KRUGE Em The little curls in her hair, the added charm of her personality — it is all due to a soldier. Senior class play, ' 18. [Page Fifty-four JUSTINE LEAS Juttie She is so bright she attracts the insects- the Miller. Glee Club, ' 18. -hence KATHERINE LOVE Kate I want ' Snow ' the year ' round. Basket-ball, ' 15- ' 16. Senior class play, ' 18. MABEL MARTIN ' ' Sam ' ' She is a bird at flying into hard assignments. Senior class play, ' 18. HARRY MILLER Hodgey This object of feminine attention is extremely plain spoken. When agitated his delivery of opinion becomes very forceful and his sentiments as then expressed are incomparable. Patriot staff, ' 17. Class Treasurer, ' 18. Page Fifty-five] MILDRED NICHTER ' ' Midge ' ' A heart broker with a pawn on every finger. Basket-ball, ' 15- ' 16. WILLIAM ROSS Big Bill Eat as I do and you, too, may be ' long ' upon earth. The strong man of the ' 18 class, a veritable long boy, and is possessed of a remarkable ' ' affair ' ' for a youth of his age. OTIS SHANNON ' ' Gladys ' ' Would I a bird were, from Gladys ' hand to feed. Track, ' 15- ' 16. Basket-ball, ' 17- ' 18. Senior team. Letter man. Orchestra, ' 17- ' 18. WILLARD SHEEDY Skeeter Bill Great trees often grow from little saplings. Senior basket-ball, ' 18. Glee club, ' 18. [Page Fifty-six JENNIE SHIELDS Dude A smile has an arch, and an ' ARCH ' has a smile. Senior class play, ' 18. Honor Roll. FRANCIS STUNKEL Stunk He talked until we gave him all our dough. He talked some more and we wished we had it back. He talked ten minutes more and when he passed the hat for the last time, we all took out a handful. Patriot staff, ' 14- ' 15, ' 16- ' 17, ' 17-18. Bus- iness Manager, ' 18. Honor student. Senior basket-ball, ' 18. Class Secretary, ' 18. Senior class play, ' 18. Secretary Senior Thrift Club. Representative in oratory, ' 18. PRANK WELLER ' ' Redoski Brickdustioski ' ' The Lord would have us all share alike, but this specimen got the run on his stock of ear material. Patriot staff, ' 14- ' 15, ' 15- ' 16, ' 16- ' 17, ' 17- ' 18 ; Editor, ' 18. Class President, ' 17. Basket- ball, ' 17- ' 18. Senior team, ' 18. Letter man. Senior class play, ' 18. President Senior Thrift Club, ' 18. Page Fifty-seven] In an age of fops and toys, Wanting wisdom, void of right, Who snail nerve heroic boys To hazard all in Freedom ' s fight, — Break sharply off their jolly games, Forsake their comrades gay And cjuit proud homes and youthful dames For ■famine, toil and fray? Yet on the nimbler air benign Speed nimbler messages, That waft the breath of grace divine To hearts in sloth and ease. So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, THOU MUST, The youth replies, I CAN. —EMERSON. [Page Fifty-eight %q dtuniovs In Sod Wq ' Juust 9ree: Seecfi Jtowev: Chrysanthemum Colors. Slac and Old Md President cftrthur ZtDilde l?ke { F resident cftann JQach Secretary Walter Tiubev ' treasurer dtfaud careen TWO YEARS ago last September our gallant young band, eighty-six re- cruits, marched into the Assembly Room. We realized what a great struggle we were entering, but, with grim determination, resolved to pre- pare ourselves for life ' s battle. The same day we were mustered in. There was not a conscript among us ; we had all volunteered. Our hearts were filled with eagerness and pride; we though we were the whole army, but the Seniors and Juniors soon took this out of us. They let us know that they were the seasoned warriors. Even the Sophomores looked upon us with contempt and called us Rookies. We were forced, to our bitter disappointment, to go behind the lines for one year of intensive training. But we stuck to our post with the tenacity of a bulldog. The following year we took over the third line of defense, and now we are in the second-line trenches, fighting on and never flinching from duty, but our ranks have been reduced to fifty-six. The steady barrage of D ' s fired from the machine guns of the cruel pedagogues have caused many of our men to go west; high ex- plosive and large calibre E ' s, intermingled with bombs and gas attacks of the faculty have accounted for the remainder of our casualties. Even the reserves that have come up in the last two years could not fill up our depleted ranks. But we are now firmly intrenched ; our line of defense is so secure that we hardly have to fear serious loss, and next year we shall take under our protection the first line trench, and we will, in the latter part of May, go over the top in gallant charge and will force the pedagogues to surrender a diploma to every one who crosses No Man ' s Land alive. Page Fifty-nine] Qty ifutttnrfi THELMA ALBEEEING ELSIE AUFFENBEBG BALPH AMICK BEULAH BAENUM EDITH BOWMAN ALBEBT BBETTHAUEE LEEOY BBETTHAUEE EDWAED BUHNEE MAUEICE BYBNE HELEN CLAEK LYNN COEDES EUTH CBAIG THELMA CBEAGEE HELEN DANNETTELLE MABGUEBITE DAELING DUEBIN DAY EAEL DIECK EDNA DOWNS EUBY EBNEST GLEASON EWING MONCLOVA FIELDS MYLEEA FINDLEY HENEY FOSTEB STELLA GOSSETT GAENET GBEEMAN MAUD GEEEN LILLIAN GBIFFITTS MAEIE GUDGEL MAEGAEET HALL IEENE HEIDEMAN JAMES HIMLEE WALTEE HUBEE HAZEL HUMES FEEN HUNTEE EUTH HUNTEE HAEOLD JAMES SIMEON JONES GLENN KEACH EUTH KEAMEE GLADYS LAWELL CLETUS MACKEY LUELLA MASCHEE LOUIS MEYEE EUTH MILLEB EOY NEWBY OLGA PEASE IBENE PFENNIG HELEN PHILLIPS ESTHEB PEALL EDWIN EUDDICK CHAELES SPUELING HAZEL STANFIELD HILDA STEINWEDEL EDITH SUMMA OMEGA WHEATON JOSEPHINE WHITE AETHUE WILDE [Page Sixty Page Bixty-oneJ %.a Sopkomoces BESSIE ABELL WILLIAM ABEL HAZEL ACKEEET FEED ACKEBMAN AGNES ANDBEWS LAFE BANTA MABY BILLINGS CHABLES BLUMEB GAYNELL BEEITFIELD FELIX CADOU MAE CABB ANNA CABTEB LOUISE CABTEB ELLA CLEMENTS MONTA CONNELLY MABION CEABB OPAL CBAIG NEWTON DAY MAEGAEET DeMATTEO IEENE DEHLEB MAEGAEET DEHLEB WILLIAM ECKSTEIN BEBTHA EWING SHIBLEY FAULKCONEB EVEEETT FOSTEE EMMA GALLAMOEE FBANCES GEEEN ELLEN GEUBEB JANE HAAS BUSSELL HAEBY MEBEILL HAESH GOLDIE HELT LAWBENCE HIGGIN8 MABY LOUISE HONAN DOEOTHY HUBEE GAEBISON HUMES DOBA JOHNSON CECIL JONES BUBY JUDD ELLA MAE KBUWELL HAEBY LIEBBANDT HELEN LEWIS OEEN LEWIS ELNOBA LOCKMUND MAUBICE MACKEY EDWAED MASSMAN GLADYS MAY HABOLD MEBCEE EDMUND MONTGOMEEY MAY NICHOLS DOBIS NOEBECK EAEL PAEKEB AETHUB PHILLIPS DOBOTHEA POPPENHOUSE CAEOL PBOBST KATHBYN EEIDEB MIEIAM EINNE MALCOLM EOUTT EDNA BUDDICK KATHBYN SCHAEFEB ANNA SCHMIDT CUETIS SHAFEB HOWAED SHULTZ EUGENE SMITH DOBOTHY SPANAGEL LEO SPBAY BUTH STA.NFIELD OLIVE STANTS LAUBA TASKEY MAEGAEET THOMAS IEENE TULLIS LUCILE WALTEBS EMMA WESNEB KENNETH WHITMAN MACIE WHITSON HELEN WOLTEBS [Page Sixty-two Page Sixty-three] %e Jeeshmen HENRY ABBETT PEARL ACKERET WANETA ALBRICH CARL AMICK JOE ANDREWS CHESTER AULT JAM EH BAKER CHARLES BANTA HELEN BLAIN TII ' TON BLISII HOWARD BLUMER WILLIAM BRACKMEYER CARL BRASKETT FORREST BROCKHOFF WILLARD BURKDALL MARY CADEM EDWINA OARSON IRIS GUILDS CALVIN DOBBINS ENOS HOWLING FLORENCE DOWNING FRANCES DOWNS LESLIE FARMER MILDRED FETT1U ESTELLA FORWAY EVA FOSTER PEARL FOX GLADYS GOSSKTT ROBERT GRAE8SLE MABEL GREEN MARGARET GUTHRIE HARRY HEDGES CLARENCE HIRTZEL ORVILLF HILL MARGARET HOPEWELL DOROTHY HORNING TOM HUMES CLARENCE HYATT EDWARD JOHNSON ESTHER JONES ALMA KRUGE GLADYS LEE EDNA LINKE HELEN LINKE ESTA LYNCH RALPH MACK WILLIAM MAINS HERBERT MANUEL CHARLES MAPLE ANITA MEYER DONALD MILLER FRANK MILLER FRANCIS MISCH FRANCIS NIEHAUS MARY OLINGER MABEL PFAFFENBERGER ESTHER PHILLIPS FLOYID POPPENHOUSE ELSIE REIDER ANNA RICHART MARGARET RIEHL ALBA ROGERS LLOYD SCHAFER LOUIS SCHAEFER RAYMOND SCHARFENBERGER MARGUERITE SCHNECK LOIS SCOTT ALICE SEYMOUR JACK SHIEL THELMA STEINKAMP GLADYS VINCENT THEODORE WELLER BERTHA WELLER GEORGE WELLER FLORENCE WEITHOFF CLARENCE WOOLS [Page Sixty-four Page Bixty-five] io mafe the wovld safe fov Democracy [Page Sixty-six nmicanjlaq and Its Ifclessaqe FRANCIS STUNKEL HEN IN July, 1775, the delegates from the thirteen colo- nies met in Philadelphia as A Congress of the United Colonies of North America, the various colonies ceased to be colonial and became a new nation. As suc h their fighting units needed some emblem to signify their wil- lingness to defend that new-born nation. An armed ship without a flag was a pirate, and certainly such a nation was not to be represented by pirates. To meet this need, the first American flag was created. As long as nations have existed, there have been emblems. A nation cannot exist without having some- thing about which its life and pride may center. A flag represents a country ' s nationality. Form, design, color, material do not matter, for it is only the symbolic flag that counts. More than a colored rag, a living history, ex- pressive of all which a nation cherishes, it may not be trifled with. No nation can boast a greater emblem than Old Glory, an emblem signi- fying all that is just and true in national government. No flag has ever been unfurled in more enterprises for the liberty and enlightenment of man. No nation can boast an American flag as a trophy of war. Truly, may we say that we have the greatest and most beautiful emblem of all. Although not the same in design as the one made by Betsy Ross, the flag we know is the same in principle as the one Washington saluted. It is, as ever, the expression of liberty and equal rights. Throughout our history, men have deemed it one of the highest privileges to die for Old Glory. Heroes of the Revolution fought and starved and froze for it. Its colors were sufficient to make them forget hunger, cold and pain. In 1812, men left home and loved ones, because respect was lacking in Europe. In ' 61, thousands of noble boys in blue gave the last full measure of devotion in order that there might be, not two flags, but one. Lincoln, the typical American, suffered martyrdom for it. In ' 98, Americans gave their lives that Page Sixty-seven] other men might enjoy the privileges for which Old Glory stands. Sufficient unto these men has been the thought that they died for the flag. Pain and bloody graves were forgotten. May the lads of 1917 have the same spirit! Now, in the midst of the greatest war that has ever shaken the universe, America ' s flag is shown, as ever, in a righteous cause, the greatest cause that can inspire courage — the cause of human liberty as expressed in the policy of world democracy. Red, white and blue are the colors of the hope of the world. We all have a love for the flag, yet we who have never been tried do not really feel that love. Imagine a lonely man on a hostile warship, a prisoner among foes who are sending shot and shell to rend the flag he loves. All day he watches the conflict and takes courage from the sight of the flag still waving. Now, comes night and cuts off his vision. No longer can the colors cheer him, except as he sees them in the light of bursting shells. With what anxiety he awaits the dawn! Dawn, coming, shows the flag still gallantly flying. Ah! What a feeling Francis Scott Key must have experienced! Never before had those stars shone so brightly in their field of blue! With what joy he beheld those stripes of alternate red and white as the breeze stretched them out to full length ! If one can feel as Key felt, then he has experienced in its very essence the feeling called love of the flag. He is able to get the true meaning of our national anthem. If there lives a man in these United States, calling himself a citizen, who has not a tear of love in his eye when he sees Old Glory passing ,he should take to heart the inspired words of Scott, Hale and the host of other writers of patriotic inspiration. Patriotism — love of the flag — my feeling toward Old Glory. It is something neither I nor any other mortal can express. I may tell what it has inspired others to do, but I cannot tell of this mysterious influence which, greater than love of home, of father, brother, sister — greater, even, than mother-love, second only to the love of God, stirs the hearts of men. I cannot but feel that God will be lenient with the men who die fighting under Old Glory. I can but say that I should deserve eternal damnation and worldly scorn were I so base as not to be willing to emulate the deeds of the heroes of American history in protecting the Star-Spangled Banner from stain and keeping it waving o ' er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave! — Francis Scott Key. [Page Sixty-eight %d Cvoss Workers O AGNES ANDREWS H, WOMEN of peace and mercy mild, Clothed in your pure unspotted white, Hearing the plea of man and of child, Working through day and working through night. Angels of mercy, sweeping your wings Through hospital wards and battle fields, From death and from other, worser things, For thousands you have been the shields. Giving back homes that the Hun has denied ; Caring for wounded, caring for dying, Caring for mother and for child, Caring for those for their loved ones sighing. Feeding the hungry, and warming the cold, Dressing the scars and the wounds of our boys; Giving to all blessings untold, Giving the war-weary world new joys. Oh, women of the good Red Cross, When the great conflict is spent and done, You will have filled the world ' s greatest loss, And your work will have only begun. We are not a warlike people; peace sometimes keeps men ' s souls sleeping. — Robert C. Rogers. Page Sixty-nine] ftesQcvatov of Nations WALTER HUBER ON APRIL the second, of last year, our President delivered before Congress his memorable address in which he asked Congress to declare that a state of war existed between this country and the Imperial German Govern- ment. ' ' The time has come, ' ' he said, ' ' to conquer or submit. There is but one choice ; we have made it. ' ' In these few words he has summed up our reasons for entering this great war. Let us now look at Germany and see what kind of a foe we have to deal with. Since the beginning of the European war, over three years ago, Germany has violated ever} 7 law governing the conduct of belligerents. When she de- clared war against France, she asked Belgium to allow the German army to march through her territory to attack France. Before an answer could be given to this request, the German army had already begun to pour over the frontier into Belgium. My friends, the answer that little Belgium then did give will cause her name to go down in history as the bravest of all nations and the savior of the world from German tyranny. Her answer was the quick mobilization of her little army to bar the way to France. She heroically con- tested every foot of ground gained by the overwhelming foe, and for two weeks she kept the German hordes from reaching France. In these two weeks France was able to mobilize her armies so that when, three weeks later, the Germans and the French clashed in the decisive battle of the Marne the German advance was checked. In these two weeks France and England were saved. In these two weeks the fate of the world was decided. In these two weeks the war was won for us. For if the Belgians had allowed the German army to march un- molested through her territory, France would have been subdued in six weeks, and no power on earth could have prevented the Germans from conquering England and then coming to America. Unprepared, as we then were, we could not have hoped to have successfully withstood this invasion. With France. England and America conquered, there would have been no obstacle in the way of the Germans in carrying out their plan for world conquest. Germany invaded Belgium with the perfect knowledge that she was breaking a treaty. She did it because she thoiight it was the easiest and the quickest way to Paris. She did it because she thought she had the power to do it, When the whole world stood in amazement at the violation of the neutrality of Belgium, which had been guaranteed by the powers of Europe, including Germany herself, Germany tried to defend herself by saying that if she had not gone through Belgium the English would have gone through and attacked her. What an [Page Seventy excuse! Germany knew that England would never have violated this treaty; she was simply trying to defend the unjustifiable invasion of Belgium. When Germany realized what a weak excuse it really was, she told the world that a treaty was but a scrap of paper ; in other words, a treaty is binding to Germany only when it suits her. When a treaty becomes an obstacle to German conquest and dreams of world dominion, then a treaty is but a scrap of paper. This is the doctrine of the Middle Ages that might makes right. Surely, such a doctrine ought not be tolerated in this twentieth century. Germany ' s warfare has been characterized by f rightfulness, horrible atroci- ties, and by utter disregard of all international law. The Germans have wantonly destroyed priceless treasures of art; they laid in ashes the historic city of Louvain, because a Belgian civilian had shot a German soldier; they completely and deliberately destroyed the beautiful cathedral of Rheims. This cathedral, it seems, escaped the ravages of the Middle Ages only to be destroyed by the invasion of the Huns. But this destruction has not been confined to cities or to property alone. The Germans have shot hundreds of Belgians for the petty offense of a few ; they have cut the hands off of innocent and defence- less children in order that they would not be able to take up arms against them when they grew up ; they have deported Belgians and have forced them to work under terrible conditions in the mines of Germany. But perhaps the blackest of all crimes charged against the German Government is the massacre of thou- sands of Christian Armenians. True, it was not the Germans, but the Turks, who were directly responsible for this, but Germany is an ally of Turkey and practically rules that country. Had the German Government wished, she could have stopped the massacres in the very beginning; but no, not even a protest was sent to the Turkish Government, Instead, according to the opinion of many writers, did Germany not only tolerate this crime which even surpassed the pagan persecutions of the Christians, but she instigated it. These atrocities are the deeds of the nation with which we are at war. They are not all of them, but only a few. Germany has not only violated treaties and broken promises, but she has even violated the sacred laws of humanity. Many people feel that our country, as an exponent of humanity and justice, ought to have declared war against Germany when she invaded Belgium; but our country, acting under the advice of Washington in his farewell address, and abiding by the Monroe Doctrine, refused to enter the European straggle because of these wrongs, which did not directly involve us. But the time came when these wrongs did involve us. From the beginning of the war Germany has filled our country with spies who have sought to ruin our prosperity and to weaken our unity. While Von Bernstoff, the German Ambassador, would be pledging the friendship of Germany, he would at the same time be directing intrigues against the welfare of this country. Germany Page Seventy-one] tried to embroil us in a war with Japan and Mexico. And all this was done secretly under the eiuak of friendship. American ships were sunk and American lives were lost. After the sink- ing of the Lusitania, the atrocious crime which resulted in the loss of lives of hundreds of defenceless and innocent women and children, America protested to Germany and the latter promised that from then on she would abide by the rules of international law ; that she would sink only vessels carrying contraband of war, and would give the passengers thereon a chance to save themselves. But what does a promise mean to Germany? Within a short time she sank the Sussex, and again American lives were lost. And then came the last word in German f rightfulness, namely: Germany announced to the world that on and after February 1, 1917, all vessels sailing in a certain prescribed area about the coasts of the countries at war with her would be sunk without warning. It mattered not what the cargo was, or the flag, or the destination, Germany forbade the world to sail upon the free seas. A challenge had been flung at all mankind. We could no longer remain at peace with Germany and uphold our honor and respect. Surely, the time had come to conquer or submit. We will not submit without a struggle, and allow our honor to be trampled into the dust. Then, we must conquer. There can be no compromise with a nation who regards a treaty as a scrap of paper ; who makes promises and breaks them the same day. We are in this war until the last gun is fired. Germany must be beaten so that never again may she be able to disturb the peace of the world. Let us re- member that the winning of this war rests with America. France can do no more; England, alone, cannot crush the German menace. The blood of the youth of America must win this war for the freedom of the world. But the soldiers at the front cannot win this war by themselves. They must have the support, and the whole-hearted support of us who remain here at home. We must support the Government in all its undertakings to the fullest extent. The Government has launched the Third Liberty Loan. Its failure would be worse than the loss of a great battle ; it would dishearten, not alone our soldiers, but the soldiers of France and England, the only line of defence that stands between the German army and the conquest of America and the whole world. Let us invest our money in Liberty Bonds, for what would our money be worth if we should lose this war? It is imperative to victory that we make this loan a great success. We are now entering the second year of this war. Great disasters may be before us, and at times it may look as if our cause will not conquer. But with a firm belief that our cause is just; with the heroic deeds of Belgium before us as an example, and with the principles for which we are fighting standing out as a beacon to guide us through the storm, we will fight on and, with God ' s help, we will conquer. [Page Seventy-two EDNA DOERR, ' 23 IN 1859, HENRY DUNANT, a Swiss tourist, witnessed the suffering of thirty thousand French, Italians and Austrians, as they lay wounded and uncared for on the battle field of Solferino. Haunted by the memory of this scene, he was moved to write a pamphlet entitled, The Souvenir of Solferino. ' ' This pamphlet aroused interest all over Europe, and in 1864 fourteen nations sent representatives to a meeting, held at Geneva, for the purpose of discussing an organization to care for the sick and wounded in time of war. Up to this time a trained nurse had never been heard of, and organized care of wounded men was unknown ; it was all left to chance and any unskilled doctor that might be at hand. We find it difficult to realize that it took humanity two thousand years to discover the necessity of a war-relief organization. The result of the conference at Geneva was the signing of the Red Cross Treaty. As a compliment to Switzerland (the birthplace of the idea) the cross of the Swiss flag was adopted as the insignia, the color being changed from white to red. Today, all over the civilized world, the red cross on a white field stands for organized human help and sympathy. The story of the Red Cross is the story of earthquakes, famines, floods and fires, as well as of wars. The United States did not sign the treaty until 1882. At the oiitbreak of the European war the Red Cross offered to the countries involved in it surgeons, trained nurses, surgical equipment and hospital supplies. If you believe in decreasing suffering and being on the spot when help is needed, contribute to the Red Cross and have the assurance that you have done a patriotic duty, a Christian deed and been a good Samaritan by proxy because you could not in person. Faith and Hope and Mercy meeting Underneath the cross of red, Bear from us the Master ' s message, When from heaven He bent and said: ' Greater love hath none than he Who gives his life for child of mine. ' — Why, then, shouldst thou fail or falter? Help us hold the Red Cross line! Blessed are the merciful for they shall obtain mercy. Page Seventy-three] N %dft GEORGIA COX (With due apologies to Vergil.) I SING of the Thrift Campaign, waged by the might of President Wilson, because of the cost of this cruel war and the useless waste of the people. Relate to me, Patriot, the causes of the Thrift Campaign ! For what reasons did the president of this people issue thrift stamps and compel men, marked for their loyalty by a cheer for Old Glory, to go so deep into their pocket- books and to sacrifice so many pleasures in order to show their patriotism? There is a country, U. S. A., opposite France and the far-away shores of England, rich in resources and just in war, which is said to be the fatherland of democracy ; here is freedom, justice and peace ; here a man may be himself. But I fear that democracy will fall, for I have heard that a race sprung from German blood, ruling autocratically and barbarous in war, is planning to blot out democracy and bring all the world under its sway. Fearing this and mindful of the proud boasts of German rulers, U. S. A., with the sinking of the Lusitania and the violation of treaties, entered this bloody contest for the supremacy of democracy or autocracy. Scarcely had we begun preparations when Wilson, with an empty treasury, spoke thus with himself: Shall I give up my purpose in raising billions to finance this war and let my allies and even my own armies suffer from lack of food and other supplies? Did not Germany, England and France float loans and levy taxes with success? Shall I, the President of a people, the richest in all respects, fail? What country hereafter would look to U. S. A. for protection, or what country would show us respect? Perhaps I am hindered by the people, but I shall see. Pondering such things in his troubled heart, he floated the first Liberty Loan. It swooped down upon the people like a hurricane. The clamor of the buyers and the oversubscription of the bonds followed. A second loan was floated, and now a third has met with equal success. But Wilson, looking on, in the meantime saw that so great a loan would not reach the laborer or the salaried man. Now he calls his editors to him and tells them to say to his people that thrift stamps and baby bonds will be put on sale all over the country; and he himself speaks thus with his people: If nothing is left for the civilian in so great a crisis but conservation of food and money, and it pleases him to help win this war, the way is open. Bring in your non- [Page Seventy-four interest-bearing monej T ; buy Thrift Stamps. You, who have no savings, get some. Heed what I shall say to you. As you go out of your alley gate there is a full garbage can and nearby a towering ash pile. See that these get less to eat and you more, and we shall all arrive at the same point, the winning of this war, the end of autocracy. gmttg of % Gtyrtft tamp I ' M JUST a Thrift Stamp, small and cheap, I only cost two bits; But in the end I ' m sure to reap The cost of Sammies ' hits. It seems a very puny way Of making our attacks; But then, you know, the stories say, Straws may break camels ' backs. So save your quarters ; save, my boys ! For in our Uncle ' s hands, They ' ll soon be war-gods ' smoking toys, — ■ Arms for our soldier bands. Economy makes happy homes and sound nations. Instill it deep — George Washington. Page Seventy-five] s Doing Out Kit AGNES ANDREWS SHIELDS HIGH SCHOOL has not been a slacker in Red Cross work! Not only have we been practically a one hundred per cent school in the matter of memberships; not only have we organized ourselves into sec- tions the better to do Red Cross work, but we have given financial help with our bazaars, and plays whose proceeds have gone to the Red Cross, and the ever- popular Penny Recitals. The girls have been organized into sections under the various teachers, the better to aid by having their energies directed into special channels. Under efficient supervision, one section makes clothes for the refugees, raising the money to buy the strong but expensive materials; another knits, using not only the designated weeldy hour, but any spare moments they can find ; still others make washcloths, handkerchiefs, napkins and other small conveniences which are urgently needed, and others go to the city Red Cross shops and fold bandages under official supervision. Not only do we do this, but when the local chapter receives an order for something special, to be sent in a hurry, they call upon the girls of S. H. S. for aid. Just a few examples : They needed two hundred comfort pillows in about four days. These pillows are made of odds and ends snipped into extremely small pieces, stuffed into a specially made slip, and sewed up. These snipped pieces take an extremely long time to cut, and it is steady work. After school hours and during study periods the girls worked incessantly. No one shirked ; there was no time, for they had to be done. Many even stayed after six o ' clock to get the work completed. Even the first graders helped snip. But they were finished on time. The local shop needed bags, made of bright, gay materials, for the personal belongings of convalescent soldiers. The materials, generously donated by the merchants of the town, were taken home by the girls, and over night the required hundred were made. These are only instances of the splendid work being done by the girls. Many of them assist in the Red Cross rooms, while, again, hundreds of socks, sweaters, scarfs and wristlets have been made by the deft fingers of the girls. During the weekly period set apart for this work, while the older boys have military training, the younger ones make trench candles; and those with an artistic bent made scrap books of jokes, pictures, etc., for the war-weary convalescents. [Page Seventy-six While the Christmas Red Cross drive was progressing, the school was an agency where memberships were sold, and at every chance every one was urged to become a link in the great ' ' net of mercy, sweeping through a sea of agony. ' ' Every teacher was an agent, and the result of this energetic work was that practically everyone of the hundreds of students in the High School and the grades became members. Not only did they themselves join, but through their influence many an outsider became the proud possessor of the little white button adorned with the shining Red Cross. Our school has raised hundreds of dollars for the general fund of the Red Cross by the bazaars we have given. They have been two in number, and though one was the annual school fair, yet half of its proceeds were donated to the good cause. Amusement was furnished in the form of short plays and minstrel shows. The usual dinner was served in the evening, but in strictly Hooverized fashion, showing us how delicious corn cakes really could be. The participants in the minstrel show and the perennial Mrs. Jarley ' s Wax Works were drawn not alone from the school, but from those especially talented from our town. Their patriotism was truly tested by the black faces and weird costumes of the actors, but they nobly lived up to the test. Mrs. Sechler ' s section, which makes a specialty of clothes for the refugees, found themselves in need of money, and so, under her supervision, dinner was served down town one Saturday. It was an immense success. Miss Gasaway inaugurated a series of Penny Recitals, given by the local mu- sicians who kindly and generously donated their services. Through them Miss Gasaway not only hopes to gain money for the Red Cross purposes by the admis- sion fee of one cent, but to educate us in good music. Those who have given a program for us are: Mrs. R. A. Greeman, Mrs. W. P. Masters, Mrs. Ralph Martin, Mrs. J. H. Andrews and Mrs. W. P. Peters. The Boys ' Chorus has given a special feature program of popular songs, pleasing more than educating. However, all classics and no ragtime makes students poor listeners. The chorus is made up of good male voices of the Glee Club. The girls are planning a program equally good. Our talented and well-trained orchestra is much in demand throughout the county, and has played at several commencements in the country schools. For this service they charge a nominal fee of ten dollars. This money is then given to the fund. Some of the ladies in town instituted a series of Red Cross link parties, which may be described, briefly, in this manner: One woman entertains a large number of women, each bringing with her fifty cents. Each of the guests is required to give a party with a smaller number, each guest to bring fifty cents, and so on down the scale. The older High School girls have been invited to these parties, and have given them. The younger girls seized on the Page Seventy-seven] idea and are at present using it for our own Red Cross fund, with a charge of ten cents instead of the rather steep price of fifty cents. Interest in basket-ball was capitalized for the benefit of the fund ' . A series of interclass games was organized and a class tournament was held in which the Seniors were an easy winner. We had the novel experience of seeing our star varsity players play against each other instead of in concord. The games were enthusiastically attended and applauded, several near fights ensuing from too vigorous class rivalry. We have been free and kind in our donations, unstinted with the work for the good cause. We have been ! But not only must we have the glad memories, but we must strive harder, and still harder, not content to rest on our laurels, but ever aspire to add to them. B $mj A ©fjrtft i tamjj UY a Thrift Stamp ! Buy a Thrift Stamp ! That ' s the nation ' s cry. Buy a Thrift Stamp ! Buy a Thrift Stamp ! Time is flying by. Now ' s the time to do your bit ; Now ' s the time to work. Buy a Thrift Stamp every day! Never, never shirk! For, even though you ' re safe at home, The Thrift Stamps that you buy, Will surely help our boys in France To keep our flag on high. ' you can ' t go across, you can come across. [Page Seventy -eight ©ur iirtg T DO, to work, to sacrifice To back our Boys and pay the price; To give, and give, and give again, To help our boys be truer men. That ' s our duty. To feel the war as our war, too; To cheer the old Red, White and Blue, And carry her on to victory To keep the world for liberty. That ' s our duty. To buy Thrift Stamps, War Saving Stamps, To keep our boys in training camps; To make the Red Cross and Y. M. C. A. Grateful to us of the U. S. A. That ' s our duty. Either Kultur or civilization must disappear from the world — Louis Howland. Page 8eventy-nine] ipglj rljnnl Starttaatmt ICeague EACH year Shields High School participates in the High School Discussion League. The sub- ject assigned by Indiana University this year was, What Should Be the Policy of the United States in Financing the War? Francis Stunkel was chosen representative of Jackson County. How- ever, because of illness, his place in the district discussion at Batesville was ably taken by his al- ternate, Walter Huber.  . E 3. % . A, When the preliminary contest for the South Eastern Indiana Association was held, Walter Huber was chosen as Seymour ' s representative in oratory. His oration, The Desecrator of Na- tions, was given very forcefully and won for him the silver medal, representing second place in the district meet at North Vernon. At the same time the preliminary contest in ora- tory was held, a contest was held for participants in reading. Mary Louise Honan, with her selec- tion taken from The Bird ' s Christmas Carol, was selected as first among the large number of contestants. She won honorable mention in the district meet. [Page Eighty Stye iSjtglj rl|0ol (irr atra First Violin Saxophones LILLIAN GRIFFITT8 CHARLES MAPLE LAURA TASKEY KARL BRASKETT HELEN DANNETTELLE Seond Violin DOROTHY SMITH Tuba EUGENE SMITH DORIS NORBECK Flute MERRIL HARSH LOWELL SMITH JAMES HIMLER Drums NEWTON DAY Piano LORITA BOLLINGER Cornet Clarinet RALPH AMICK ARTHUR WILDE Page . Eighty one] (kin (Elub Soprano GEORGIA COX ESTA LYNCH MARY BILLINGS ANNA CARTER HELEN CLARK FRANCES DOWNS RUBY ERNEST MARY LOUISE HONAN LILLIAN GRIFFITTS EMMA GALLAMORE RUBY JUDD LUCILE KESSLER JUSTINE LEAS HELEN LEWIS ELNORA LOCKMUND CAROL PROBST MARGARET RIEHL OMEGA WHEATON KATHRYN REIDER DOROTHY SPANAGEL LAURA TASKEY GLADYS LAWELL PEARL FOX Alto MARION CRABB LOUISE CARTER EDNA DOWNS FLORENCE DOWNING MARIE GUDGEL MARGARET HALL DOROTHY HORNING KATHRYN HODAPP EDNA LINKE HELEN LINKE RUTH MILLER MIRIAM RINNE HAZEL STANFIELD MADGE TABOR JOSEPHINE WHITE ( tenor LAWRENCE KASTING GLENN KEACH LOUIS MEYER EARL PARKER CARL AMICK CECIL JONES THEODORE WEILER WILLARD BURKDALL Haas LYNN CORDES ARTHUR WILDE WILLARD SHEEDY BUREL BEATTif EUGENE SMITH FRANCIS NIEHAUS [Page Eighty-two Page Eighty-three] lit? nnh Mm PRESENTED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OP SHIELDS HIGH SCHOOL May 16, 1918 AT THE Majestic Theatre Entire proceeds devoted to the Red Cross CAST OF CHARACTERS Mark Embury, a scholar, scientist and philosopher Roger Goodlake, his friend and neighbor Cupt. Geo. Lovell, Embury ' s nephew Sir Harry Trimblestonc . Kit Baringer, a fiddler and professor of deportment Peter, Embury ' s servant . Joanna Goodlake, wife of Goodlake Mrs. Deborah, Embury ' s housekeeper Peggy, Little Britain Matron of the Foundling Hospital Beadle of the Foundling Hospital Molly, a kitchen maid Ten Girls, orphans of the Foundling Hospital — Jennie Shields, Gladys Fox, Mabel Martin, Alice Kruge, Emma Kruge, Lucile Kessler, Daisy Carter, Doris Jackson, Esther Humes, Kathryn Hodapp, Georgia Cox. Francis Stunkel Frank Weller George Hurt Lawrence Kasting Jerome Boyles Burel Beatty Katherine Love Alice Dixon Lorita Bollinger Thelma Jones Edrick Cordes Lucile Kessler [Page Eighty-four Page Eighty-five J WkMcW [Page Eighty-six tfarmtg laskrt lull EDRICK CORDES IN THE fall of 1917, shortly after the re-organization of the Athletic Associa- tion, with William Topie as President ; William Eckstein, Vice-President ; Doris Jackson, Secretary, and Professor C. H. Phillips, Treasurer, the first call for basket-ball candidates was made by Coach G. M. Hopkins. The call was answered by twenty young athletes, among whom were only two of last year ' s S men — Captain Boyles and Eckstein. Prom the material obtained two fast teams were organized. During the season they won about half of the games played, but sickness and other unfavor- able conditions interfered so much that the boys were unable to establish the enviable record that was at first anticipated. The greatest handicap — the ex- treme lightness of the players — was most felt. However, they all put up a good brand of basket-ball and worked hard under Coach Hopkins. While Seymour broke fifty-fifty on this year ' s activities, every man has optimistic views of the future. The new system of using two teams has been of great benefit in building up a team for next year. Although the team will lose Boyles, Shannon, Cordes, Weller and Bretthauer through graduation, there will be five experienced S men for next year ' s squad — Eckstein, Keach, Banta, Niehaus and James. Page Eighty-seven] 3ttfrr-0UaBB iafilwt iall R. Forward — Cordes R. Guard — Weller Center — Bretthauer L. Forward — Boyles L. Guard — Shannon THE CLIMAX of the basket-ball season — a tournament held to determine the championship class team — put another feather in the hat of the vic- torious class — the Seniors. One of the features of the contests proved to be the exceptionally good work of the Senior guards, only forty-three points being made off them, whereas their scoring machine registered a hundred and six points. The preliminary games were won by the Eighth Grade, who eliminated the Seventh Grade fourteen to six, and the Seniors, who defeated the Freshmen thirty to eighteen. The semi-finals were featured by a hard fought game be- tween the Sophomores and Juniors, the latter winning, thirty-one to twelve, and a Giants vs. Midgets affair staged by the Senior and Eighth Grade teams, which was won by the former, forty to six. The final game between the semi-final victors proved the best and speediest of the contests, though the superior team- work and shooting ability of the Seniors soon placed them far out in the lead, and they were never headed. When the final whistle ended the game the thirty- six to nineteen score, which remained in favor of the Seniors, gave them the game, a large box of chocolates and the interclass championship. [Page Eighty-eight William Eckstein — Ex. Playing at center, finished second year on the varsity. Seymour ' s strongest rivals admit that Bill will bear watching — sometimes behind the referee. Sweet William will give further demonstrations of his basket- ball ability as Captain of next year ' s quintet. Harold James — ' ' Jimsey. ' ' Started the season at center, but was switched to back guard, where he never failed to start something if the opponents attempted to idle away their time shooting goals. Jessie will be a hold-over for next year ' s squad. Jerome Boy les — Hap; Jerum. (Other names censored.) Played his third year as a varsity forward. Being the most experienced man on the team, the strategic plays centered primarily around him. Sev- eral times this year he has brought victory out of defeat by his consistent playing and the timely use of his re- markably concise vocabulary. Page Eighty-nine] Francis Niehaus — ' ' Nie. ' ' Was Hap ' s running mate at for- ward, and he frequently proved that he had a mean eye for the basket. He, too, will be a good man for next year, providing he escapes the angry charges a wily faculty directs at the non-studious. Otis Shannon — ' ' Gladys. ' ' Was the speediest man on the team. Our opponents who happened to have pedigreed forwards were forced to in- vent alibis for the benefit of home boosters if Shannon was sicked on them, for he is a guard who is an adept at taking the shine out of stars. [Page Ninety ' Lnd uaghtecJipldingBotfi r(isSides Page Ninety-oneJ T HE WORLD is old, yet likes to laugh. New jokes are hard to find ; A whole new editorial staff Can ' t tickle every mind. So, if you meet some ancient joke, Decked out in modern guise, Don ' t frown and call the thing a fake ; Just laugh — don ' t be too wise. Mary Louise Honan — Well, I don ' t like red hair, but I do like Pink (Cadou). Miss Laupus — I want this class to purchase Ancient Histories. Ruth Miller — Why, can ' t you buy new ones anywhere? LONG BOY (REVISED) He was just a long, lean, country chap, From away down South, by the U. S. map. He came from where they ' re all six feet, And, oh, my Lord! how that boy could eat. But he was wise as he was long, So he came to a place where he ' d not go wrong. And when he reached old Shields High School, We heard his loud refrain. Good-bye, Maw; good-bye, Paw; Good-bye, mule, with yer old hee-haw. I may not know what I ' m to learn, But as for that I don ' t give a dern. And, oh, my Sally, don ' t you fear, From all pretty girls I will keep clear; And when Shields High School I get through, Then I ' 11 come marching back to you. Long Boy Phillips — Boy, for the fifth time in thirty minutes, I ' ve told you that trench candle is a rotten job. Tippie Blish (disgustedly) — Sherman was right. Where is the knitting group 1 Little Jane Haas, she is a sweet lass; Forsooth she ' s a little too shy. If a boy, said she, were to ever kiss me, I bet, by golly, I ' d die. [Page Ninety- two Pat purchases a flivver Stranger — Ah, I say, pardon me, Miss, but have you any military ac- tivities here in Seymour? Alice Dixon — Yes, sir; a troop train went through today. Mary had a little lamb, Felix is its name; His eyes are green, his hair is red, But she loves him just the same. Do you remember Mr. Hopkins ' hand-knitted muffler, the one he said was invaluable? Well, he laid it down on the auctioneer ' s block at the Christmas bazaar and ' ' Pat ' ' Murphy sold it for thirty-four cents. Study, oh Freshie ; keep on the tip-top ; Study, oh study, and don ' t ever stop; For when you start shirking, then down you will fall, And drag down behind you your credits and all. Oh, Happy, don ' t; you muss my hair! haughtily said she. it up, for he thought if he mussed, he must. But he kept Mr. Phillips — Arthur, what is the unit of power? Pud (just waking up) — Th ' watt, sir? Mr. Phillips— That ' s right, boy. Miss Andrews (addressing the assembly )- come out. -All those in the ' ' Mouse Trap, Simple Kenneth met his Helen, Coming down the lane; Said simple Kenneth to her then, Won ' t you be my Elaine? If I were great Sir Lancelot, And you my ' lady fair ' , I ' d cut those frizzles off your head And comb your tousled hair. But I am only simple Kenneth; You, my Helen dear, So I will follow you always, And shed a sorry tear. — He was knocked unconscious and realizing his conditon he ' from a Senior ' s story.) -(Extract Page Ninety-three] Theoldorder changeth The end of the day found me in the kitchen, inspecting the commissary layout. My wife, daughter and mother-in-law were preparing our evening repast. Methinks, Henry, my mother-in-law ven- tured, that you would find more space and a far greater welcome in yonder room. Sufficient, said I, sufficient; and I be- took myself into the sitting room. The old clock blazed away seven times, and I remembered that tonight the United States had promised to set all her time-pieces by Woodrow Wilson ' s turnip, so i ran the clock up one hour and went to supper. In the morning I arose at six bells and went down stairs for breakfast. No one was stirring, so I went down town to buy a twist of my fav- orite weed. All the stores were still locked, so I went back home and rallied the female element around the kitchen stove. After partaking of a scant, thoroughly Hooverized meal, I again sought the heart of our fair metropolis. Within the space of about nine hours shopmen began showing up, and for the first time I thought to look at the clock on the bank corner. The infernal thing said it was six o ' clock and, by jingo, it was not much more than daylight then. Back home I went the second time and started an inquisition in the family circle. It soon leaked out that I, my wife, daughter and mother-in-law had each, separately and individually, set the family heirloom up one hour, and instead of rising at six o ' clock, I had deserted my good old bunk at the unholy hour of midnight, plus two sixty-minute periods of slumber. And all the girls are crazy about him. Tall and lanky, and lean and thin, Scant brown hair and a dent in his chin. And all the girls are crazy about him. Eyes of brown, deep in their hue, He ' d be better looking if their color were blue. And all the girls are crazy about him. In carriage and action he ' s awfully slow, And his long nose shines with a greasy glow; And all the girls are crazy about him. But his speech is liquid, and, oh, so tweet , The gh ' ls overlook the size of his feet, — And all the girls are crazy about him. Who? [Page Ninety-four Miss Andrews — Why were you trying to skip this period? Oeen L. — My folks told me to come home at two-thirty. Miss A. — Very well ; I shall call up and get their 0. K. Oren L. — Never mind; I don ' t reckon it will be necessary for me to go home today. BUY A THRIFT STAMP A. D. When you sit in cozy-corners, And your thoughts are wandering far; When you have in mind the movies And your great big Overland car, Change that subject on the blink, For now is not the time to think Of luxuries and all the like, — But strike a blow with all your might. — Buy a Thrift Stamp. A COMPLEX COMPOUND Mr. Phillips — George, what is the formula for the product formed by heating litharge? George — Let ' s see; ah — F — e — 3- — — Gee whiz, naw — . An apple a day, keeps the doctor away, But the H. C. of L. keeps the apple away. Pat M. (to Leo S.) — Leo, why should you paint the inside of a chicken coop ? Leo S. — To keep the hens from peeking the grain out of the wood. Bob is fond of Margaret, And this does Margaret know; And everywhere that Margaret goes, Bobby is sure to go. He takes her home from school each day, And to the show at night. Now when we see them on the street We say, A common sight. Miss Quinn — Give an English derivative of Humilis-Jiumile. ' 21 — Humiliated. Miss Quinn — All right. Give the meaning of humiliated and use it in a sentence. ' 21 — It means brought down. An American humiliated a German aeroplane. Page Ninety-five] TWENTY YEARS HENCE At present Lawrence Kasting is the most sought-after man on the island of Luluannawannakanna. He eloped with the young princess, the fair Kumluv- mehun, and the old king is furious. The Royal Rowboats have cut off all escape by sea, and the ' ' Go-Devil ' ' division of the native army, in cooperation with the Gum Shoe department, is searching the island. Kasting was a member of His Majesty ' s Jazz Band, and met the princess during a revival meeting at the palace. Jerome Boyles, who succumbed to matrimony shortly after graduating from I. U., has resigned his position at the head of the U. S. Commission Board on Army Athletics so that he can devote more time to the physical training of his young son, Hap II. Justine Leas and Mildred Nichter, two nurses of the Red Cross that accom- panied the Yankee army on its triumphant march into Berlin, were the guests of honor at a ball recently given by the president of the German Republic. It is rumored in the social set that the two will soon get in double harness with per- sonages that figured high in the one-time aristocracy. Francis Stunkel announced today before the Indiana Association of Botan- ists that, as a result of fifteen years ' labor, he is now ready to present to the world his secret of growing a giant seedless watermelon. Recently, Mr. Stunkel startled both Europe and America by grafting the cucumber vine to the pumpkin for the marvelous production of his Super-Jumbo Pickle. The government has forbidden him to experiment in animal husbandry. The marriage bureau of Guckenheimstadtlichshire has reported that Doris Jackson recently severed matrimonial negotiations with young Prince I. Gotthe- kale. The blow is said to have mentally deranged the poor fellow, for he tried to hang himself with the royal clothesline, but the wire hurt his neck. E. J. Cordes, through the financial backing of his wife, has been able to build an express company of his own. The head office is in Seymour, and the line branches out through Hayden, Rockford, Kurtz, Vallonia and Brownstown. Evidently, Mr. Cordes wants to keep the company well in the hands of the im- mediate family, for he has a young Cordes in fourteen minor offices under his supervision. Mrs. Katherine Snow, formerly Miss Love, of this locality, is again starring on the screen. Her husband, who has become a famous playwright, recently joined with her in acting his latest production, Snowbound. [Page Ninety-six Lieut. H. H. Miller, of the flying squadron, sustained a painful injury in his left arm today when his new Ford aeroplane, in which he was doing a Nose- spin, suddenly fell to the ground. The lieutenant entered the war in time to join the American birdmen in bombing Postdam, and won his rapid promotion as a result of his remarkable ability to manage his monoplane, La Justine. The persistent call of the wild lured the ' ' unhoosierable ' ' George Hurt back to his old life along the Rio Grande. Reports from there say he has fallen into a careless habit of proprietorship where cattle is concerned. In fact, his present sojourn in Mexico is due to the fact that he and the sheriff had some recent gun play on the subject. Word was received here today that Burel Beatty and Willard Sheedy, two eminent agriculturists of near Hayden, Indiana, entertained malevolent designs on one another ' s facial integrity in a fistic interview early this morning. It is rumored that Beatty made a strong verbal objection to the habit Sheedy had of encouraging his swine to seek nourishment in his corn field. Miss Alice Dixon and Miss Lucile Kessler have just returned from another fishing trip at Palm Beach. Gossip has it that they got a great many bites, but the water was evidently full of nibblers, since they failed to land any fish. President Jones firmly stated in the Senate today that she and Secretary of State Carter would fight to the last ditch to suppress male suffrage in the United States. Senators Humes and Hirtzel are strongly supporting the President, but it is thought that Representatives Fox, Martin and Kasting will oppose the measure. Since these first four ladies entered the political ring, the men of the country have come to learn that the hand that rocks the cradle riles the world. Frank Weller, who forsook his mortal companions fifteen years ago, emerged from his attic habitation some days since to publish his life ' s masterpiece, an elegantly bound book of poems that will possibly gain some attention from the infant population. Dewey Craig, the lionized record-breaking miler of I. U., who recently won international fame as a track man, has just signed a five-year contract with the state of Prussia, United States of Germany, to take over complete control of all school activities in Priissia at the salary of $8,000 per year. Jennie Shields, who decided her business of life was to sow the seeds of culture along the banks of the Amazon, has never been heard from since the day she landed in Africa. She may have become either the Great White Hope or the Good White Roast of heathendom. Page Ninety-seven] Georgia Cox, probably the greatest modern authority on the Roman poet, Vergil, will lecture at the opera house tonight on the defense of the Latin language. Miss Cox advocates that Latin should be made an international language and would employ stringent means to secure its adoption throughout the universe. Kathryn Hodapp, Indiana ' s famous artist, has just returned to America, after several months sojourn in Borneo, where she has been hunting local color for her proposed master painting, Crude Humanity. Lorita Bollinger, an ardent devotee of the Gavotte, has become the fantastic whirlwind of Paris. Miss Bollinger made her debut as a dancer when she ap- peared as the charming little Peggy in the Senior play in 1918. Merely as the whim of a young maiden, she has made herself known to Europe as Mile. Myown Prantzingfeet. BIJOU THEATRE Classy movies and popular vaudeville with Hot Collie stand in connection. VAUDEVILLE Emma and Alice Kruge in the musical presentation, WEE MAKA BIGGNOISE. A five-reel masterpiece, featuring Wm. Ross as Im A. Gonner, in STRIPES. TOMORROW-MATINEE AND NIGHT Gladys Glasson and Otis Shannon in a striking drama, RICE AND OLD SHOES. N. B. — We are not responsible for the canines that disappear during the show. Frederick Bretthauer, Prop. Admission — Adults, 10 cents. Children and dogs exempt. Save your pennies and buy a stamp, To throw a bomb in the Kaiser ' s camp. United we stand, divided we fall ; To beat the Hun, we give our all. [Page Ninety-eight Teacher (conducting Bible study test) — Jerome, if you pass this test, you may play basket-ball; if you fail, you can ' t. Now, first, you may quote some Scripture. Jerome — Depart from me ye workers of inquity, I never knew you. Mary Louise and dauntless Pink, Together we seldom miss, Until, perchance, by a trifling quarrel They suddenly get like this. But Lillian, dear, has no love for men ; A beau is her very last wish; At the thoughts of sentimental things, She turns up her nose jpp iqis. Whitman ' s Kenneth is not over shy, He loves full many a miss; And when he thinks of sweet pretty girls, His jumps like heart up this. The Senior ' s bold little President Sets no store by a sweet girl ' s kiss ; But the thought of a grape-juice highball, like this, soaring Sends his spirits Our varsity men are students all, For study they loudly insist; They work every night till their brains are awhirl, And this, go like sailing around Miss Laupus — What was brought over to America in 1619 that lowered the standard of American citizenship? Thelma Jones — Women. Billy had a little girl, Her name was Elsie Reider. Everywhere that Elsie went, Bill was right beside her. Miss Clark — I wonder what made the tower of Pisa lean ? Miss Remy— I don ' t know. If I did, I ' d try it. Page Ninety-nineJ Steadily, silently, insidiously, a kind of German propaganda crept into our school. Its victims showed signs of nervousness ; they became lifeless ; their once shining, upright faces assumed a shamed and downcast expression. When one glanced at them, they seemed to blush, for their faces turned a rosy-sunset hue. But, alas, the blush remained for twenty-four hours each day. Soon among its victims were numbered two of the faculty — one a history teacher, who always pointed with pride at the positions in France that were guarded by American forces, the other was a patriotic math teacher, whose loyalty we thought unim- peachable, and who had a habit of spending all his excess change on Liberty Bonds and War Savings Stamps. One morning, as I walked to school, I, who detested the words made in Germany, began to feel queer. My face felt kinder flushed like those orators who get up and declaim before the assembly. When I reached my destination, I was met by Miss Andrews, who refused to let me pass to my beloved studies. ' ' Get thee gone, ' ' said she. So I set about finding the handiest method for mak- ing myself scarce, for I knew that I, too, had that unpatriotic disease — the ' ' German Measles. ' ' ptnism MILITARY TRAINING A TWO-BIT LULLABY. F. W. Uncle Sam needs money, If this war is won. If I buy a thrift stamp I have shot a Hun. Quarter cracks at William, Start him on the run. Let us, then, buy War Stamps, And croak the son-of-a-gun. Act I Scene I. Seated on a lovers ' beiich. Junior Girl, — It seems as if the boys nowadays try to do too many things at one time. Junior Boy — Yes — uhuh — ah — but I ' ve got my arms full now. There are pretty girls galore, I swear, Quoth Harry, handsome Harry; But Justine ' s fairest of all the flock, And none but her I ' 11 marry. 0, never! G. G. — Say, doesn ' t this snow hit you hard in the face? G. B. — Naw. I hold my mouth open. [Page One Hundred L. G. — Say, Honan, how do you spell auburn? M. H. (looking intently at P. C. ' s cranium) — R-E-D. (With due apologies to Milton.) Hence, loathed examinations Of wily teachers and rigid faculties, originated Where gaiety is extirpated, ' Mongst horrid histories and mathematics galore ; Find out som e foreign school house Where the pedagogue spreads his jealous wings And in stinging reprimand his ferule swings; There under ebon shades and low browed edifices In eternal darkness ever dwell. Ma tJaABM. A woodpecker sat on a freshie ' s head, And prepared himself to drill. He pecked away for half a day, An finally broke his bill. Frank Miller (in recitation) — Miss , may I ask you about a date? Hobby and Juttie and Alice and Burel, Otis and Gladys and — my! what a whirl Of sad cases in the Senior class ; Most every laddie has a fair lass. There ' s George and Lucile, and Hap and Tee, And it is quite natural for Frank, you see, To love the fair Doris. But the question of Fate Is, Who ' s to get Francis, the orator great? Now all Senior lassies are very sweet girls, But it seems as if Francis is ' f raid of a curl. Fate only will tell where his heart is to be, My! ' twould be nice were it resting with me. Miss Andrews — Simeon, I would call your story a melodrama. Simeon — Gosh ! Was it that rotten ? Page One Hundred and One] INFORMATION PROM A GIG-SAW APERTURE, or WHAT WILLIE HEARD THROUGH THE KEYHOLE He sat on the lounge and thought; she sat at his side and marvelled. The cold sweat broke out on his face and trickled down on his collar. Gee! said she, to herself, kinda confidential like, it must be awful to undergo such a mental strain. Then our hero spoke. ' ' Doris, ' ' said he, and his throat went diy and his tongue clove unto the roof of his mouth; Doris, do j r ou believe in being prepared? Frank, she said, and she snuck up closer; Frank, preparedness is my long suit. I maintain that a woman should always have arms about her. Shoot yer little any, Cupid ; shoot yer little arry. Hickory, dickory, dock, We all set up the clock. Time flew so fast We stood aghast. Hickory, dickory, dock. First Senior — Hap is decidedly English, don ' t you think: Second Senior — Why? First Senior — He likes Tee awfully well. NINTEENTH CENTURY TRAGEDY Place: The High School Gym. Time: Right after basket-ball practice. Characters: First and Second Voices. Act I Scene I. Dark interior of Gym. First Voice (sarcastically) — Why didn ' t he put me in that last half? Whatta ye think I am, a bench warmer? I ' ve dressed all I ' m a-gonna if I haffta set on the side lines all afternoon. If you ain ' t got sense enough to put in a good man when one comes out, you ' d better let somebody else be captain. All I gotta say is this : I ' ve watched you run this team long enough to find out you ' re a dawggone dummicks. Act II Scene I. Same scene; same play. Second Voice — Much obliged. First Voice — Yer welcome. [Page One Hundred and Two Some problems concerning pressure against dams were taken up in Physics by Mr. Phillips. In assigning lesson for the next day ' s recitation, he remarked: Oh, yes; there ' s another dam problem in tomorrow ' s lesson. Nineteen-eighteen now is here, The Seniors gladly shout ; Commencement day is drawing near, To let us prisoners out. We ' ve liked our work and all of that, We ' ve tried to do our best, And that is just the reason now, That we deserve a rest.. ' Naughty, they all cried in fun, And we enjoyed the wit, For now we hear their words, ' ' Well done ; You are not bad a bit. ' ' Jack Shiel (in Civics class) — Miss Laupus, can the Indians on the reser- voirs vote? UTOPIA When all male poultry in Berlin Crow Yankee Doodle Do, And cuckoos in the vineyards Strike up the same tune, too, When little fishes in the Rhine Want bait red, white and blue, And Junker eagles loud insist For feathers of like hue, — Then Uncle Sam can come back home, And know the whole world o ' er, That men will then be brothers all, And peace reign evermore. Miss Clark — Louis, which angle shall I bisect? Louis Meyer — Bisect the one in the corner. Otis had a little girl, Her name was Gladys Glasson. Everywhere that Otis went, Gladys went a-bossin ' . Miss Remy — All those who have their lessons, answer twenty ; all those who have not, answer accordingly. Louis? Louis Schaefer — Accordingly. Page One Hundred and Three] UNIVERSAL KNOWLEDGE A Bluff — An attempt one makes to leave the impression that he knows when he knows not. Cramming — A carniverous attack on a text-book before test week. Effort — Harry Miller trying to keep awake during a recitation. Examination — A game of chance. Teachers ' Meeting — Where we are cussed, discussed and recussed. Credits — Milestones along the road to knowledge. Recitation — A dangerous experiment. Bells — Brazen heralds of relief and torture. Bore — A corollary in plane geometry. Canned — Ejected from class. SOLVING THE INITIAL KNOWLEDGE OP ' 18 Just Bashful Burel. Divine Comedy. Jollity ' s Brother. Decidedly Jovial. Feminine Befriender. Terse Jester. Et Cetera. Elegant Little Kisser. Always Deviling. Little Knickerbockers. Dark ' Character. Lighthearted Knitter. Great Csesarian. ost My Beau Good Guesser. Absent Knowledge • «• tt j. Ever Kind. Man Hater Just Left. Kind Hearted. Katydids Love. Ever Hungry Onward Seniors Great Eraser Hurler. Modest Maiden. Well Risen. Heart Masher. Wee Student. Merry Nuisance. Foolish Writer. Just So. Funny Specimen. Grand Finale. If you think these jokes are old, And should be on the shelf, Just get a piece of paper out And write a few yourself. [Page One Hundred and Four Thomas Clothing Company CeiotLAt Hart Schaffoer Murx The Home of — Hart Schaffner Marx, Cloth-craft and Swartz Jaffee. CLOTHES FOR YOUNGER MEN u up to Hawes Von Gal Hats Fine and Levi Caps Manhattan and Elgin Shirts Interwoven Socks Cutter and Crossette Neckwear Thomas Clothing Company Seymour ' s Good Clothes Shop SEYMOUR INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Page One Hundred and Five] Our Best Advertisement Is the Ability and Success of Our Graduates Thorough Courses. High-Grade Instruc- tion. Individual Instruc- tion. Day and Evening Sessions. Enter at any time. THE SCHOOL THAT STARTS YOU RIGHT We secure excellent positions for our graduates. PONT FOOL YOURSELF The school you select has an important bearing upon your success. Business men in this territory prefer our graduates, and give them the first call. •I Our graduates have earned a splendid reputation for making good — for being efficient, reliable, trustworthy, capable. It is this type of young people the business man prefers for his assistants. f§ The demand for Stenographers, Bookkeepers, Typists and Clerical Assistants is the greatest ever. Forces must be re- cruited quickly. Untrained help cannot meet the needs of the hour. Join our classes now. Your first position will only be a stepping stone to success. You will find your diploma from our school a very great asset. Arrange to begin your course of training at once. Ask for a copy of Shorthand — the Open Door to Opportunity and our booklet giving full information regarding our courses, etc. SEYMOUR BUSINESS COLLEGE Albert L. Walters, President THE JOB SEEKS YOU IF YOU ARE TRAINED BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS [Page One Hundred and Six BUILT BY YOUR NEIGHBORS The American Mutual Life Insurance Company came into existence nearly four years ago. Straightforward Business methods, conservative management, constructive policy forms and fine consideration of the rights of policy-holders have placed The American Mutual in the front ranks of the younger com- panies of Indiana. We Solicit the Business of All Good Men and Women Oren 0. Swails, President Dr. M. F. Gerrish, Medical Director Frank J. Voss, Vice-President Dr. A. G. Osterman, Asst. Med. Dir. Peter A. Nichter, Treasurer Oscar B. Able, General Counsel W. E. Weller, Secretary THE AMERICAN MUTUAL LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY HOME OFFICE: SEYMOUR, INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Seymour Poultry Company DEALERS IN POULTRY, BUTTER, EGGS, ETC. Opposite Pennsylvania Freight Depot GOOD PRICES HONEST WEIGHTS Telephone Main 495 SEYMOUR : : : : : : INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Page One Hundred and Seven] The S P ART A You Get Better Service Here The SP ART A Have Your CLEANING and PRESSING Done by F. S C I A R R A Phone R-317 South Chestnut Street Seymour : : Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. W. N. Fox ELECTRIC SHOE SHOP Harry M. Miller all kinds of INSURANCE We use the Goodyear Shoe Repairing System West Second Street BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. MAYES ' CASH GROCERY The Home of Quality Groceries at Reasonable Prices Monarch Brand a Specialty Phone 658 A. H. DROEGE FURNITURE DEALER CARPETS STOVES South Chestnut Street Seymour Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. [Page One Hundred and Eight G roub ' s B elle Brand CANNED : : BRA? GOODS AKE DIFFERENT FROM OTHER JDS SELLING AT THE SAME PRICE :: THEY ARE BETTER Ord er GROUB ' S BELLE BRAND from your Grocer BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Gold Mine Dept. Store SEYMOUR ' S FASHION CENTER showing all the latest style fads which fashion decrees Silks, Dress Goods, Trimmings, Gloves and Notions Silk Hosiery and Underwear Suits, Coats, Dresses and Millinery SEYMOUR Chestnut St. INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Page One Hundred and Nine] The first Blish Mill Established at Barnstable, Mass., 1658 BLISH MILLING CO. Seymour, Indiana Millers for Nine Generations 1658-1918 MAKERS OF COLONIAL FLOUR The Blish Milling Co., Seymour, Indiana Capacity, 1000 Bbls. of Flour Daily BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS [Page One Hundred and Ten F. H. HEIDEMAN PATHE FRERES PHONOGRAPHS FURNITURE PIANOS RUGS Agency for the FREE SEWING MACHINES (Funeral Director) 114-116 S. Chestnut St. SEYMOUR : : INDIANA F. H. GATES SON the only NEWS DEALER Dealers in High-Grade Candies, Cigars Tobaccos, Fruits New Location, 7 East Second Street Seymour, Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. MILLER ' S BOOK STORE for Wall Paper, Window Shades School and Office Supplies UNION HARDWARE CO. PAINTS, OILS, VARNISHES, GLASS, BUILDING MATERIAL 20 West Second Street Seymour - - Indiana South Chestnut Street Seymour - - Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. MAXON PHARMACY LIGHT HEAT POWER Phone 499 INTERSTATE PUBLIC SERVICE CO. AT-YOUR-SERVICE South Chestnut Street Seymour Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. Page One Hundred and Eleven] H 1 THE JACKSON COUNTY LOAN i AND TRUST COMPANY 1 Our Savings Department Pays 3% [ ! Compound Interest I i J. H. Andrews, President J. P. Matlock, Secretary : [ J. B. Thompson, Vice-President J. V. Richart, Treasurer 1 BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS P , .lllllllllllll.lllllllllllllM mill I.....IIIIIIII.I.I iiiiiiiiiiiiuI mill Ulll 1 1 ■B Coal Cold Storage Ice | s USE j 1 RAYMOND CITY COAL FOR ALL PURPOSES EBNER ICE AND COLD STORAGE COMPANY DISTRIBUTERS | 1 Seymour : : Indiana : ' iiiiiiniminimn i..„„, ,„.„., •H BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS [Page One Hundred and Twelve CARTER PLUMBING CO. FIRST NATIONAL BANK FIRST-CLASS PLUMBING South Chestnut Street Capital $100,000.00 Surplus 50,000.00 C. D. BILLINGS President B. F. SCHNECK Vice-President Buy War Stamps and Thrift Stamps and help win the war. L. L. BOLLINGER Cashier WE SOLICIT YOUE PATRONAGE We Pay 3% on Time Deposit Phones 237 and W-782 Seymour seymour :-: :-: Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. Visit the new Department of DRESSES, SUITS, WAISTS — The— and COATS MODERN CLOTHING CO. flfiVj P For Good Clothes oKrf0 and Sjpr Fine Furnishings DRY GOODS STORF For Men Two Entrances — SECOND and CHESTNUT seymour :-: :-: Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. E. C. BOLLINGER J. FETTIG COMPANY ARTICLES FOR THE SOLDIERS ' ' THE REAL ESTATE MAN TRUNKS BAGS OFFICE SECOND FLOOK, HANCOCK BLDG. Fancy Leather Goods Seymour seymour :-: :-: Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. Page One Hundred and Thirteen] BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Every Modern Home Must Have A Telephone BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS [Page One Hundred and Fourteen I A COMPLETE DRUG STORE ! I FEDEIMA | CORNER SECOND AND CHESTNUT STREETS { BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS HOOVER ' S EVERYTHING IN THE HOME FURNISHING LINE STYLE QUALITY SERVICE Corner of Chestnut Street and Saint Louis Avenue SEYMOUR :: :: INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Page One Hundred and Fifteen: PREPAREDNESS is the great cry in business of today as well as in war among nations. We consider preparedness to be one of the most essential qualifications of a successful Business Firm. We are prepared, as merchants, to serve you to your satisfaction, both as to Price and the Quality of Our Goods. IF YOU BELIEVE IN THRIFT YOU WILL TRADE HERE THE COUNTRY STORE Ray R. Keach, Prop. East Second Street Seymour, Indiana BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS The World Renoivned QUICK MEAL WICK OIL STOVE Burns Ordinary Coal Oil SIMPLE AS A LAMP Makes a Clean and Powerful BLUE FLAME CORDES HARDWARE COMPANY BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Everything in Jewelry Prices are Right, too the best engraving always MESEKE JEWELRY SHOP 16 South Chestnut Street SEYMOUR INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS [Page One Hundred and Sixteen PROMPT DELIVERY Out-of-Season VEGETABLES and FRUITS Privilege of Weekly Payments of Accounts Personal attention to the individual wishes and tastes of our customers THESE AND EVERY OTHER POSSIBLE service we furnish with our QUALITY GROCERIES PEOPLE ' S GROCERY Phone Main 170 Second and Chestnut Streets SEYMOUR, INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Seymour Daily Republican JAY C. SMITH, Publisher United Press Leased Wire War News. Woman ' s Pa,ge on Thursdays. Continued Story Every Day. Sunday School Lesson, Fridays. Men Who Have Made Good, Wednesdays and Saturdays. Van Loon Comic Strip Every Day. All the Local and County News. Something for Every Member of the Family. The Newspaper For The Home BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS CALL BELL CLEANING WORKS IF IT ' S CLEANING YOU WANT Phone 391 16 St. Louis Ave. If it ' s high class meats at the lowest cash prices, go to FRANK COX ' S Meat Market 19 E. Second St. Seymour, Tnd. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S Page One Hundred and Seventeen] Where the Crowds Go To Kraft ' s Five and Ten-Cent Store WE CARRY AN UP-TO-DATE LINE OF 5c and 10c MERCHANDISE IF IT ' S NEW, WE HAVE IT GEO. KRAFT COMPANY 5 and 10c Store Seymour Indiana BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS GRADUATION GIFTS IN GREAT VARIETY ARE OFFERED AT OUR STORE Come in and Make Your Selection Early GEO. F. KAMMAN — Jeweler and Optometrist Phone 249 104 West Second Street : : : : Seymour, Indiana BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS STAR BAKERY Victory Bread YOUR ANNUAL SPECIALIST GRAESS IE -MERCER COMPANY COMMERCIAL AND CATALOG Printers Seymour, Indiana BRANCH OFFICES Indianapolis, Ind. Louisville, Ky. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S LPago One Hundred and Eighteen THE TRAVIS CARTER COMPANY : : Manufacturers of : : High Grade Mill Work, Veneered Doors and Interior Finish. : : Dealers in : : Lumber and Shingles, Lath and Sash Doors Seymour : : : : : : Indiana BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS OAKLEY ALLEN Barber — The — RACKET STORE Wants Your Trade BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. Telephone 472 DOMESTIC STEAM If it ' s Novelties you want in Footwear, it ' s DE H LER who ' s got them DEHLER SHOE STORE SOUTH CHESTNUT SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA LAUNDRY Comer Second and Pine Streets First-Class Work Seymour - - Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S. Page One Hundred and Nineteen] Youn Men Of Refined Taste Like Style, Fit and Quality when they buy Clothes These dominant features are found in KUPPENHEIMER HIGH ART and FRAT Makes q Sold Exclusively by Us THE HUB The Youn£ Men ' s Store 1 frat Clothes y SEYMOUR INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS [Page One Hundred and Twenty DIAMONDS JEWELRY Seymour J . G. L AUPU S No. i N. Chestnut WATCHES CLOCKS SILVERWARE CUT GLASS Waterman ' s Ideal Fountain Pens Fine heather Goods THE HALL MARK STORE Indiana BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS EAT AT THE PALACE RESTAURANT Something Good to Eat at all Times SPECIAL SUNDAY DINNERS BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS REYNOLD ' S CASH GROCERY Good Service and Prompt Delivery WE SELL FOR CASH AND SAVE YOU MONEY Phone 163 23 SOUTH CHESTNUT STREET THE BEE HIVE Complete Line of Haviland China and Fancy Lamps Table Cutlery SOUVENIR POST CARDS Seymour Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S Page One Hundred and Twenty-one] CALL ON US FOR THE H I G H E S T - G R AD E PHOTOS AT Reasonable Prices Photographs in this book were made by the ELLIS STUDIO Opposite Interurban Station SEYMOUR, INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS USE MILK FOR ECONOMY USE SWENGEL ' S for SAFETY BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS KUPPENHEIMER and COLLEGIAN CLOTHES To be had in Seymour only at ADOLPH STEINWEDEL The store that can serve you best SEYMOUR - - - INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS [Page One Hundred and Twenty-two Telephone Main 143 Bottlers of Coca Cola SEYMOUR ICE CREAM COMPANY FROZEN CREAM AND ICES CIRCLE STREET SEYMOUR, INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Phone 116 C. E. LOERTZ DRUGGIST 1 East Second Street Seymour, Indiana BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS FINE CLOTHING AND SHOES Compliments of RICHART F. J. VOSS East Second Street Opposite Interurban Station SEYMOUR, INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S Page One Hundred and Twenty-three] BROOKMONT BEST BIRD WATCH THE LABELS THE HIGH COST OF LIVING is reduced when you get full weight and standard quality. Every food container, can or package we sell is full weight as stan- dardized by Federal laws, and the quality of the goods under our labels has been tested under the Pure Food and Drug Acts. Ask for Brookmont and the Best Bird brands in canned goods and condiments. Bow Coffee is in full weight pound cans, steel cut, and is a delicious drink. If your grocer hasn ' t the standard quality and packages we distribute, phone our office and they will tell you the grocers who have. We Sell to Merchants Only GEORGE A. CLARK, Wholesale Grocer BROOKMONT WATCH THE LABELS BEST BIRD BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS SEYMOUR NATIONAL BANK W. W. Whitson Pi-esident Lynn Faulkconer . . . Vice-President J. S. Mills Cashier Seymour, Indiana M. HUBER BROTHER Men ' s and Ladies ' FINE SHOES West Second Street SEYMOUR, INDIANA BUY thrift and w. s. s BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S The Daily Democrat BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS [Page One Hundred and Twenty-four GOLDEN JUBILEE On January 1st, 1919, we will have been manufactur- ing high-grade buggies for FIFTY YEARS The quality of our product today is better than ever AHLBRAND CARRIAGE COMPANY SEYMOUR, INDIANA BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS —BICYCLE REPAIRING— A SPECIALTY Complete Line of Bicycles, Tires and Sundries CARLSON HARDWARE. COMPANY 106 W. Second Street BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S GET IN THE GAME Buy Thrift Stamps KESSLER HARDWARE CO. East Second Street Seymour : : Indiana BUY THRIFT AND W. S. S THE NEW EDISON DIAMOND DISC PHONOGRAPH PACKARD, BOND PIANOS E. H. HANCOCK Opposite Intel-urban Station Seymour, Indiana BUY THRIFT AND WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Page One Hundred and Twenty-rive] Express ike i ersonetltiy of your OchooL Acldress Service ' Department .. for booklet Personality in v (allege Jfnnuals 7 ie Plates in this b ook =J ' Were engraved b y INDIANAPOLIS ENGRAVING ELECTROTYPING G)MPANY 222 E.OHIO ST. INDIANAPOLI5.IND. Hundred and Twentv-six V bdLcuLA UOL«4jUl tf«J , ' . • r ) M. ' ■5° = ; c 0 H Hfckman JULY 04 N. MANCHESTER. INDIANA 46962