Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 140 of the 1919 volume:

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ACRERUAN Mathematics Physiology EUALBNB ALWES English Eatb F. Andrews Principal English Flo E. Beldon English History Paul E. Carsok Sci ice Eleuthera V. Datisor English History A. T. DisHiNasR Mathematics DoBis M. Gbilb Mv9i€ Kathetnb IIahcook English History H. O. Hbndebsok Agricvlture Hilda Howe Domestic Science Gertrude Jahbb Drawing Kathrtk D. Kbsslbb Latin Bistory Katherihe a, Quikk Latin Maboarbt Rbut r English I Sena M. Sutherland French Spanish } ' Sm %-im:fmz iya -m) } ' 5m -mjznui-m- D m-aW ' V ' m ' ut ' im-m p. K. MILLER, ' 21 LL THE pupils of the small country school stared at the new boy as he entered. He was about fourteen but much overgrown, being perhaps six feet in height. He entered the rude school-room at an awkward gait, with his arms full of books and a confused expression upon his face- His ragged trousers, reaching between his knees and ankles, were held up by a pair of old sus- penders and, being much too large for his lean body, gave him a very awkward appearance. His loose shirt, checkered alternately green and white, was in itself enough to attract the attention of all. His fair hair was tangled and long but his face was clean. His shoes were almost soleless and his stockings full of holes. Taking everything in consideration he might truly be called a boy, that type of a Hoosier country boy that Edward Eggleston loved so much. ' ' We have a new boy today, scholars, ' ' said Mr. Long, the school-master ; his name is Joe MuUins and he is in the seventh grade, he tells me. You all want to get acquainteii when school is out and make Joe feel welcome. ' ' Poor Joe had a terrible time in reaching his seat. He collided with a desk and every book he had went to the floor. A group of girls, observing his awkward- ness, let out a giggle, and a big boy on the front seat let out a haw! haw! haw! At length, however, guided by Mr. Long, Joe reached an empty seat in the rear of the room- He sat down and placed his books in the desk and awaited further orders from the master. A class in grammar was about to recite. Mr. Long told Joe that he might e nter it. Joe picked up his grammar and took a seat with the class. Our lesson today, announced the teacher for Joe ' s benefit, is on page f ortj ' -three ; it concerns the parts of speech. Each of you will have a short sentence; and you are to tell me which part of speech each word is. The sentences went around the class, each pupil reciting one of them. As a whole the recitations were fairly commendable. When it came Joe ' s time, he stood up and read boldly in a clear, distinct voice, ' ' The bucket was old and with moss was covered. What part of speech is the word ' the ' ? asked Mr. Long. An adjective, replied Joe. ' Bucket ' ? A noun. And so he replied to every question until he came to the word with, which he called a conjunction, because of embarrassment upon realizing his position in a strange class. ' With ' a conjunction? 0 no, an adverb. An adverb? Sit doAvn. Next. A murmur went through the class as Joe sat down. He looked about him and was met by sneers from all. A little girl bobbed up from her seat and in her squeaky voice gave the sentence correctly. Joe realized his mistake. He had kno vn the correct answer but had failed to give it and now he could only do better the next time for this time had passed. When the shadows were lengthening eastward, the rural school was dis- missed, and the children, swinging their books, tramped leisurely homeward- A group of boys crowded about Joe and tried to make things as miserable for him as they could. You can ' t tell us nothin ' said one, while another commented on his clothes and asked if they came from Paris. We ' re goin ' to have a game of baseball Saturday, announced a lad noted for his red hair and freckled face, but you won ' t get to play- Doncha wish yer was? Who ' re you to play? asked Joe. Carltown, spoke up another boy. It ' s between us and Carltown. But we can ' t let you play. The other side might git skirred, thinkin ' we was a army an ' you the flagpole with a green-and-white flag. ' ' Everyone laughed. But Joe, seeming not to mind it, went on. Who ' s our pitcher? ' Our, ' listen to that will you, ' our, ' said a boy with a shaved head and apparently an empty one. Me, proudly replied the freckled lad. I, ' Reddy ' Gawsons, am the pitcher of Centersville and ' Baldy ' there is my catcher. Some pitcher I am too, can sling ' em right and left, spit-ball, curve, inshoot, er anything yer want. That ' s me. Who ' s Carltown ' s pitcher? A feller they call Ben Perry. He ' s a star mentally and physically both, they say, but I ' m gonna try to beat him if I can. We can ' t let you play as we know of, but of course in case we run kinda short we might let you carry water to the players or be third assistant to the umpire. ' ' Unmindful of the hilarity at his expense, Joe continued, How do the two teams stand this season ? How many games have they lost and won ? ' ' Carltown has won about eight games this season and lost none; we have won about seven and lost one- But say, what ' s that to you? You can ' t play. Guess we ' ll have to leave you. So long, flaggy -pole. ' ' So long, boys, ' ' said Joe, and his manner was unchanged. He went his way, with his head down thinking deeply about the game. Joe had now proven his worth, if never before, for it takes a wonderful person indeed to remain com- posed during the taunts and jeers of his companions. Saturday came at last, welcomed by all. A field just outside of Centersville was crowded with spectators from both villages, gay colors were flying every- where and hundreds of voices could be heard cheering. Old men, veterans of the Rebellion, leaned on their canes and peered through their spectacles, smiling on the young warriors. Here and there through the crowd, as the waves of cheering died dovm, a word could be distinguished, Goodbye, Centersville, Take out Carlto- vn, Skunked to be, ' ' ' ' The game is ours, ' ' and other phrases signifying the keenest interest and utmost loyaltj on the part of the rooters. At length the game began. Carltown, being the visitor, was up to bat first. The red-haired boy took his pjlace in the box, while ' ' ' Baldy ' ' stood behind the batter, ready to catch anj-thing the Carltown lad should miss. Each team did its best, for every lad had a lassie whose eyes were fixed upon him. ' ' Reddy ' ' put the ball over the plate. ' ' Strike one ! ' ' called the umpire. Not such a worse pitcher, if he keep up at that rate, said Joe who was standing in the crowd, much interested in the game. The boy from Carltown woke up and knocked the ball away over in center field. He took third base before Centersville ' s fielder could get the ball back into the diamond. Ben Perry, the opposing pitcher was next up. ' ' Reddy ' ' shook ever so much as he realized the reputation of the person at bat- Ball one! sang out the ump ire, Ball two . . . Ball three! Reddy ' ' knew there was no time to waste so he put one over the plate. Ben was not caught napping nor was his strike a vild one. He hit the ball squarely and knocked it almost twice as far as the first batter, thus bringing his catcher in and scoring himself. Three outs quickly followed; then Centersville was up to bat. Baldy struck out the first thing. Reddy was next up and he made second, but was caught off his guard and put out. Next was the short-stop ; he showed great speed — true to his long legs — and brought in a score. Jones, the second-baseman, made third and was brought in by Popplewell who bunted and made first, M ' hile Carlto ra fumbled with the ball. The next batter made an cut and the score stood two to two, at the end of the fi rst inning. The next five innings quickly followed, Carltown having the upper hand with the score six to three in her favor. Joe stepped out to Reddy and asked him to allow him to pitch for them. You pitch! said Reddy scornfully. Why we wouldn ' t think of such a thing. Git outa the diamond. Take ' flaggy-pole ' out shouted Popplewell. Hogs out of the diamond! shouted Baldy. Joe stood his ground and pleaded calmly, I only want you to give me a chance- You want to vdn the game and I want you to win it, but you know you can ' t, if you keep up at this rate. I onlj ' want a chance. Let me pitch the seventh inning. If any man makes first, you may throw me out. That is fair. Only try me. ' ' There was a heated discussion among the players as to whether or not Joe should be put as pitcher in Reddy ' s place. At length they decided to give the new boy, a trial though it was much against Reddy ' s will. I ' m not doing this against you, ' ' said Joe to ' ' Reddy as he walked out to the box, but I am doing it for CentersviUe. Joe proved that he could pitch. Three opposing players were successively fanned out, none of them even fouling the baU. Only once did Joe fail to put the ball over the plate. The umpire scratched his head, as Carltown came into the field, and the great crowd of spectators from both villages asked each other the quv ' stiou, ' ' What manner of boy is this and where did he come from ? ' ' CentersA ' ille went up to bat but no one scored. Then Carlto vn went up and Joe gave the three batters a fan-out similar to that of their fellow-players. The home team was up again and this time for two scores. The eighth inning ended with the score six to five in favor of Carltown. There seemed to be a great deal of commotion among the crowd of onlookers. Fans from Carlto vn were going wild, hats were flying in the air and everj ' other sound was drowned by their shouts of victory ; while a few thoughtful ones eyed the new boy and realized that victory was yet to be obtained with such a person as he on the opposing side- No joyous shouts, were heara from the CentersviUe fans though most of them smiled confidently when they looked at Joe. The ninth and last inning followed- Joe took his place and Ben Perry was at bat. The shouts of the crowd had ceased ; everj- one gazed in breathless sus- pense, for at last the two great players were facing each other. Joe purposely threw a ball but Ben, expecting it to be a strike, struck at it. His strike was a wild one and missed the ball a good foot. Joe again threw a ball and again Ben struc-k at it, witii the same result. Then the Carltown lad saw the trick and de- cided not to strike at the next one. Joe put the next one, however, over the plate. Strike three! called the umpire. Batter out! Joe ' s expression remained unchanged, though, could we have looked into his heart, we might have seen him smiling. CentersviUe cheered to the top of her voice but Carltown was quiet. The new pitcher was acting beyond her realiza- tions. It was easy for Joe to fan the next two batters and then his team was up to bat. The last few moments had arrived. Victory or de feat was at hand. Which would it be ? The first two Centersville batters made outs, for Ben Perry was not asleep. The outlook for the home team seemed doubtful indeed. Baldy was next up. He hit the ball a good blow and finally made his way to second. Joe was next up and as he stepped to the plate he gave Ben a look of defiance. Ben returned it without a quiver. The ball whizzed over the plate! Joe struck and missed. Again the ball came over the p3ate and again Joe missed it. What ' s the matter? called a CentersviUe patriot. He ' s not as good as he seemed to be, shouted some one in the Carltown crowd. The game ' s ours. Joe clinched his teeth and gripped the bat. Only one more strike remained ; the time was now or never. The ball came. ' ' Bang ! ' ' Joe knocked the ball fully out of sight. It was a whole minute before the ball was returned to the diamond and then the score was seven to six in Centersville ' s favor. Joe Mullins, the new boy had beaten Carltown. The Centersville rooters cheered as they had never been known to cheer before when Ben Perry walked forward to the new boy and shook hands with him. Joe smiled a smile of victory and, looking Ben Perry full in the eye, said, We have equaled each other in playing, but Fate has placed the victory in my hands. ' ' ujum o ANNA SCHMIDT, ' 20 VER THE darkened landscape The calm bright stars shine down; Over the forest and mountain Re-echoes the nightingale ' s round; Out in the night ' s still darkness The wild things roam on their way; And the wood-njonphs gather wild-flowers While the night-hawk seeks his prey. Oh! the joy of the great wild nature Has east its spell over me, As I walk in God ' s great garden; And the cool wind from over the lea, As it comes from the land of the sunset. Is bringing His message to me. T fl-LULLUB MYLBEA FINDLEY, ' 19 HE GOLDEN dreamboat ' s ready, With her silken sails all spread; And the breeze is gently blowing To the fairy port of bed; And the fairy captain ' s waiting While the busy sand man flies With the silver dust of slumber Closing every baby ' s eyes. Oh, the night is rich with moonlight, And the sea is calm with peace, And the angels fly to guard you, Their watch shall never cease; And the fairies there await you, They have splendid dreams to spin; You shall hear them gaily singing As the dreamboats draw you in. Like the ripple of the water Does the dreamboat ' s whistle blow, Only baby ears can catch it When it comes the time to go. Only little ones may journey On so wonderful a ship And go drifting off to slumber With no care to mar the trip. Oh, the little eyes are heavy, But the Jittle soul is light ; It shall never know a sorrow Or a terror through the night. And at last when dawn is breaking And the dreamboat ' s trip is o ' er. You shall wake to find your mother Smiling over you once more. T DORISE NORBECK, ' 20 HE SUPPER is over, the hearth is swept, And in the wood fire ' s glow. The children cluster to hear a tale Of that time so long ago, When grandmother ' s hair was golden brown. And the warm blood came and went O ' er the fac e that was scarcely sweeter then Than now, in its rich content. The face is wrinkled and careworn now And the golden hair is gray. But the light that shone in the young girl ' s eye Has never gone away. And her needles catch the fire ' s bright g ' leam, As in and out they go. With the clicking music that grandma loves, As she shapes the stocking toe. And the waiting children love it too, For they know the stocking song Brings many a tale to grandma ' s mind Which they shall hear ere long ; But it brings no tale of olden times To grandma ' s heart tonight, Only a sermon quaint and short. That is sung by needles bright. Life is a stocking, grandma says, And your ' s is just begun, But I am knitting the toe of mine And my work is almost done ; With merry hearts we begin to knit, And the ribbing is almost play. Some are gay colors, and some are white, And some are ashen gray. But some there are of many a hue, With many a stitch set wrong, And many a row to be sadly ripped Ere the whole is fair and strong. There are long plain spaces without a break, That in youth are hard to bear ; And many a weary tear is dropped. As we fashion the heel with care. But the happiest, saddest time is that Which we court, and yet would shun. When our Heavenly Father breaks the thread And says our work is done. The children come to say good-night With tears in their bright blue eyes. While in grandma ' s lap, with a broken thread. The finished stocking lies. fl-njoice. O RUTH L. MILLER, ' 19 NLY A flower in the deep, dark woods. Half hidden by last year ' s leaves, A bit of freshness and beauty divine, A breath of fragrance among the trees. Dear litle flower with a heart so pure, Beautiful emblem of love ! Tell me the secret God gave you to know, Did you fall from heaven above? How many hearts have you cheered and made glad? How many souls have you healed? Seems to me you ' ve a mission to fill, In your God-given beauty revealed. AGNES ANDREWS, ' 20 OR OVER four hundred years in a certain section of Picardy the name of Monduc had been synonymous with strong men and thrifty women. It was, as well, another name for honesty, and loyalty. And, as far back as the people of this region could remember, every member of the Monduc family had been a wonderful shot. For ages, unerringly, first their arrows, then their bullets had reached the bull ' s-eye in every contest held in Picardy. But of late years, the family had gradually died out, until there remained now but one male Monduc of age. Pierre Monduc was an unusually happy Frenchman. Yes, happy even in that eventful spring of 1918. Was not his prosperous little farm far behind the battle-lines, even practically free from Gothas ? Was he not discharged from the army, minus one leg, to be sure, but plus a Medaille Militaire, and a Croix de Guerre with palm ? Was not Zenobie, his wife, amiable and kind ; not like that vixen, Mme. Dirong, across the road? Were not Angele-Marie, his sixteen-year- old daughter, and Jacques his ten-year-old son in the best of health ? And finally Avas not the Generale American paying preposterous, unheard of prices for sup- plies ? Why should he not be happy ? To be sure, one small cloud obscured the horizon of his happiness. Jacques his only son, last of the honest Monducs, was not as truthful as he should be, and was too easily swayed by considerations of material things. Still, Pierre com- fortably reflected, he would grow out of that, he was still young. So thinking, he strolled along, until his reverie was interrupted by the voice of his son. Mon pere, mon papa! les Boches are coming! Mme. Dirong said so ! Just over the hills ! ' ' and he stood panting in the hot May sunshine, pointing his finger in the direction from which the invaders were supposed to come. Pierre was silent a moment listening, but could hear nothing more ominous than the familiar faint roar of far-away guns. Then, for he had been a soldier, and had heard more than one fantastic rumor, he shrugged his shoulders. ' ' Eh bien ! if they come, they come. But a big man like you should fight against them. Go get the guns, and let us go to our lesson, he remarked ironically. The boy, flushing a bit under his father ' s irony, ran to the house for the guns. Meanwhile Pierre limped across the field of grain, into the green meadow, the site of their gunning exhibitions, and daily lessons. Suddenly he halted, and turned in the direction of the thick hedge. Again he heard a low involuntary groan. Quickly investigating, he found lying there a white faced young officer, his blue coat covered with blood, striving with all his might to hide the only too evident pain of his wound. Seeing the sturdy peasant, the soldier confident of aid, spoke in low broken sentences.- Ah, mon ami — for the love of the good God — have pity — on one wounded, upon whose shoulders much of importance rests. Diable — Hide me, the damned Boche is after me — Marbleu, this wound- Some place to hide and — water, water, s ' il vous plait he ended in a sort of gasp. Pierre ' s peasant mind, never quick to grasp a situation, at last formulated an answer, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the patter of feet, and Jacques was crying Voila! They were hidden — but he perceived for the first time the wounded man. Qui-est-il ? He is a soldier of France, wounded. Help me to carry him to the barn. So the two, one a cripple, and the other but a mere child, sweating and pant- ing under the officer ' s weight, staggered to the cool, dim barn. There, pillowed in the soft hay, they gave the man water and looked dubiously at his wound. Finally Pierre said, ' ' I have a daughter. She knows a little about nursing. She can keep a secret. Jacques, call your sister. In a little while, Angele-Marie ' s deft fingers had dressed the gaping wound in his shoulder and she retired to the house, under pledge of eternal secrecy. Then, to the quiet man, and the wide-eyed boy, the stranger explained. I am Henri Laton, aide-de-camp of General X. The Boche advanced, and tve were cut off from supplies. Then the Boche retreated. We found some plans of his and added them to some very valuable maps of our own. Then the Boche ad anced again. Not finding his plans where he left them, he grew angry. So we were ' ' strafed. ' ' Mon Dieu, but we were ' ' strafed. So M. le Generale sends a man back to headquarters with those important plans of ours, and of M. le Kaiser. The Boche sees the man. The Boche wounds the man and then pursues him. The man is lost, and takes refuge in a convenient hedge. Helas, I am the man, ' ' and he sank back into the hay. You are pursued? asked Pierre anxiously. ' ' Qui, in a matter of fact tone. Then the barn is not safe for you. It is too open. You must be hid. Ehbien. Is there a loft? ' ' Certainement. ' ' And in a moment, the warrior, supported by the ex-warrior, and the warrior- to-be, was led into the airy loft, and covered with hay. It was, of course, ar- ranged to give him air, but it was also a perfect device for concealment. Au revoir, mon vieux ami, said Pierre. Au revoir, answered a stifled voice from beneath its blanket of hay. As soon as they had left the barn, Pierre turned to his son. Not a word of this It is a secret for France, comprends-tu ? ' ' ' ' Oui. Je suis un Monduc. ' ' The shooting lesson that day was not a great success. Jacques was excited, and Pierre was worried. To get the message to headquarters safely and soon, was obviously his duty. But how was he to do it ? That evening he discussed the matter with Henri, over a supper prepared by Angele-Marie. For, though Zenobie was a worthy madame, her tongue was loose at both ends, and she knew not the meaning of the secret. But when the subject was mentioned, Henri protested in horror. ' ' Mais non ! I have a verbal message which I must keep secret he declared. And no amount of persuasion could move him in his determination. So for a day, life, on the surface at least, went on as usual in the little stone cottage. Morning of the second day came, and Pierre, after carrying breakfast to the ofReer, who was gradually growing stronger, set out with his rifle for the field, where he and Jacques were to practice again. A long time he waited in the sunny meadow. The shadows shortened as the morning slowly passed, and he still patiently waited. At last weary of inaction, he turned and stalked, as quickly as his lame leg would let him, back to the small group of buildings. Zenobie and Angele-Marie were absent that day, and perhaps Jacques was fixing himself a lunch. He was greedy enough to do so, reflected his father with a sigh. Just then he mounted the slight knoll at the side of the barn. For a moment he stood stock-still, in amazement. Then horror-stricken, he started to advance, but thinking better of it, retreated behind a scrubby little tree, from which he could see and hear without being seen- For there, in front of the barn, was his son, his Jacques, the last Monduc, talking to, or arguing with, a group of men on horseback, whom he recognized only too readily as Prussian Lancers. But I tell you, I repeat, there is no man here cried the boy, almost in desperation, I am alone. No. Where is he? AchmeinGott! I know he is here. Tell us now, vite, threatened one in badly pronounced French. No, monsieur, there is no one here reiterated the white faced boy. One of the men angrily raised his whip. The boy, in mortal terror, shrank against the side of the barn. Inside the barn, a pale soldier listened to the colloquy which would give him life or death. On the hillside a man proud in the pride of race, listened to the proof that his son was indeed a Monduc. Suddenly the man who had raised his whip dropped it, reached into his pocket, and dangled a gold watch before Jacques ' eyes. Another man, taking his cue from the first, removed a heavy signet ring from his finger, and almost dropped it into the boy ' s hand. Jacques, watching the articles glitter in the dazzling sunlight, smiled nervously and leaning against the barn, clutched and unelutched his greedy hands. In his soul, love of country and love of beauty conflicted. And the trinkets won. He stretched out his hot hands — ' ' Give them here, give them here ! Yes, yes, he is upstairs, in the loft, hidden under the hay ! ' ' Dropping their ornaments in his hands, the men leaped off their horses, and darted into the barn. Upstairs a man was tearing to bits such maps and plans as he could, while muttering to himself half forgotten prayers. Jacques sud- denly realizing the enormity of what he had done, dropped the seductive baubles in the dust and crouched, weeping on the comfortless ground. On the hillside, a man and a father, but with the honor of a family to preserve, picked up the rifle with which they were to have practised, and gauging his distance carefully, calmly, nervelessly, shot his son dead- Le fils est mort; Vive la famille! A MARGARET HALL, ' 19 LITTLE flower bloomed at my feet, Its face upturned, my face to meet; I smiled at it, it smiled at me. And seemed to say, I bloom for thee. Two dark eyes expressive of mirth, Merry and gay, of smiles, no dearth; A wee tiny mouth for the pansy meek, That seemed to say, To thee I ' ll speak. What would you say to me, pansy dear? Would you tell me how you came to be here. Or how you spend the sunshiny hours? And it seemed to say, With the other flowers. What keeps you happy on a very hot day, You live not under the fountain ' s spray? What keeps you happy, your heart full of love ' i And it said, I trust in my Father above. cinv-flrci3 MARGARET THOMAS, ' 20 |N JUNE of nineteen hundred and ten, Jeneal Welville and Phillip Cartheron were married. Although both were Americans they had met in Paris where Philip had lived for many years, devoting his time to the study of art. At present they were living in Beverloo where the quaint homes and queer people had been the inspiration for many canvases. Those were peaceful palmy days, those days of nine- teen ten. The thought of war and its horrors had never occurred to the people of Beverloo. For how was mortal man to foresee it ? How was he to dream of it? August of the next year came, bringing joy to the Cartherons and to aU of Beverloo for a tiny baby girl was born among them who was to be the delight of the village. Little America Cartheron was loved by all. Her dark curls and fascinating baby way were the talk of the village. And even her name sent a thrill to every one ' s heart. And so it was amid these surroundings that America spent the first years of her life. It was an evening of August of nineteen fourteen that Jeneal and her two- year-old baby girl sat on the side porch of their little cottage and awaited the coming of her husband. Why didn ' t he come ? He had never been so late before. Had anything happened ? A presentiment of evil seemed to hang over the young mother. America after a game of romp had been amusing herself with an ol doll and her mother, to pass the time away, had picked up some sewing. The material fell from her hands as she heard a step on the walk. Was this her husband ' s step? It was like and yet so vinlike it. She sprang to the door, opening it just as he reached the porch. He looked grave and sad as he drew his wife into the little sitting room where America was playing. It ' s come, he said, Germany is raiding Belgium, killing women and children at her will- We are ordered to mobilize immediately. The mother screamed and little America (although not realizing the meaning of it aU) nervously covered her face with her tiny apron. A year before, her face had been burned and ever since, when excited she sought to protect it in this way. And to thin k, continued Philip, I have a half-brother in Germany. What if he should be forced into the service and be the one to hurt you or our child? Little time remained for much had to be done before daybreak. What happened in the next few hours need not be to ' ld here. At six the next morning Philip Cartheron left his little family to fight for Belgium as did thousands of other men. What Jeneal endured that day and the days following is only what hun- dreds of other wives and mothers of France and Belgium have endured, and like all the rest she was unselfish thinking not of herself but of her helpless baby girl. How was she to save her child? It would be useless to flee with iher. What was she to do? Every day the Germans were getting nearer to Beverloo and every day they were getting more barbarous. She couldn ' t stand for her little America to fall into their hands. Finally the thought occurred to her to teach her child to say, I love thee, in German. Teach her to say it to every stranger. She was old enough to understand. And what German or any man would not be moved by such words spoken by so lovely a child? Jeneal believed there were none so inhuman. Immediately she began teaching America the three German words. Two weeks passed. The long gray line entered Beverloo about nine o ' clock. Little America had been dressed for bed, Jeneal had heard her prayer and left her for the night just as the warning came- Hurrying back to her child she repeated the three words, gathered her in her arms for the last time and left her. Snatching a wrap she left the house thinking it would be the better plan for the little one ' s safety. A young army officer of the German troops drew up before the cottage, dismounted and entered, motioning his men to remain where they were. As he entered the cozy sitting room he felt like a tired child, who had reached home after a long journey. He was tired of murdering people, sick of crimes. It was in this frame of mind that he passed into the nursery where little America lay in her white bed. As his eyes fell on the dark curls of the child his heart gave a leap. She made him think of his own little girl who had died only two months before. As he went up to the bed tiny America opening her blue eyes, looked up into his face saying, Ich liebe dich. With a cry of longing he gathered her up, blankets and aU, and carried her out to his men. Little America was treated kindly, even tenderly by the big officer. About a week later he took her home to his wife who welcomed her even more tenderly than had her husband- She reminded them so much of their own little one. Four years had passed. Germany had met an irresistible force in America ' s entry into the war and had discreetly surrendered. Little America or Elga as she was now called was nearly seven years of age and the idol of both her foster parents. The scenes of her childhood had been completely forgotten. She was as happy as a child could be. Near her home a Red Cross hospital had been established under the direction of the Allies. One evening a Red Cross nurse was strolling through the village streets when her attention was attracted by little dark-haired Elga. How different she was from all the little fair-haired girls! Especially did her rarely beauti- ful eyes appeal to the woman- Only her little America ever had such eyes. Could this be she? Was it possible? Hurrying after the child, Jeneal (for she was the nurse) asked her name. E ' lga, she replied and the mother turned sorrowfully away. Almost a week later Jeneal passed Elga ' s home. The little girl and her brother were playing in the yard. He was vainly trying to walk on a broom handle laid across two high posts. Just as Jeneal came opposite the house the litle fellow fell with a loud scream. Instinctively Elga covered her face with her apron. How many times had Jeneal seen her own little America do this ! This must be she ! Entering the yard she was finally permitted to see the mother of the two children. For a while the mother hesitated to tell but after a time Jeneal knew all. This was her own little America found and cared for by these kind people. 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H. PHILLIPS IRWIN PUMPHREY LOUIS REDMAN DUNCAN REED HARRY REED ALFRED REYNOLDS MAURICE RIEHL CHESTER RILEY CLAUDE ROBBINS CLYDE ROBBINS ROY ROEGGE ALBERT ROSS ELMER ROSS CHARLES ROTTMAN RALPH RUDDICK ELMER RUDDICK JAMES RUDDICK RAY RUSSELL CHRIS SCHLETER GEORGE SCHLETER HORACE SEELIN6EB OTIS SHANNON OSCAR SHEPARD EWING SHIELDS NORBOURNE SHORT ROBERT SHORT ARTHUR SMITH VIRGIL SNOW CHESTER SPILLMAN ARTHUR SPRAY CHARLES STANFIELD HOWARD STANFIELD MERRIL STEELE GRAHAM ST. JOHN FRANCIS STUNKEL ROY SULLIVAN CARL SWITZER STANLEY SWITZER JOE SWOPE EARL TATLOCK CHARLES THOMAS WILLIAM THOMAS CHARLES TRUMBO BRYAN VOGEL WALTER VOSS MAURICE WATERBURY VALFORD WIETHOFF FRANK WELLER GEORGE WHITE KENNETH WHITE REX WHITSON FRANK WIENEKE ALBERT WILLIAMS EARL WILSON CHARLES WRIGHT HERBERT WIRE AUCE SEYMOUR, ' 21 I UST TWO months after peace had been declared the joy of the nation was turned into mourning when the bells of the old Trinity Church of Oyster Bay tolled forth its mournful message to the woi;ld that another chieftain had passed on to that place of eternal joy, and that his days of chivalry were ended. It is hard to put into words the grief which every one felt in the loss of her great American patriot, Col. Theodore Roosevelt, undoubtedly one of the greatest leaders that the history of our country will ever record. All America in spirit participated silently and proudly. Whatever public tributes may hereafter be paid, Col. Roosevelt died and was buried like the plain American citizen he was so proud of being. That was the keynote of his life, ■■ ' Simplicity. ' ' The man who is universally mourned today achieved the highest distinction which our great country can confer on any man; and he lived a useful life. He was not deficient in education but with all that you will hear of his great career and his services to his country and fellow citizens, you will not hear that the high plane which he attained was due to his education alone. For he was a statesman gifted with an influence which was such that he was able to unite the discordant forces of government and mould the diverse purposes of mpn toward progressive and profitable action. A magistrate whose poise of judgment was tested and vindicated in a succession of national emergencies — patriotic and faithful soldier, honest and upright citizen, tender and devoted husband and father, helper and leader of men — and greatest of all an exemplar to his people of the virtues that build and conserve the nation ' s welfare. His great bravery was recognized on Cuban soil more than twenty years ago when he organized his gallant band of Rough Riders. His diplomacy was show Q in his peace negotiations with Panama and with Russia and Japan. He was a great writer, naturalist and a traveler. And we as a nation, regardless of creeds and of politics, must bow down our heads in submission to the will of Almighty God and pay out of ftdl hearts our homage of love and reverence to this great and most honorable man whose death has smitten the nation with bitter grief. Yv ' hat he has left unfinished will be taken up by other hands, and when the complete crowning triumph comes it will rest upon the foundation he had laid. Cut down in life, just as a mighty oak withers and dies after the lig hning stroke, was this great man. Our nation mourns the loss but not alone. Love ' s tribute comes from many a distant throne. It was God ' s will ; as he had lived he died, statesman and soldier, fearing not to bear fate ' s heavy cross; while swift from sea 1o sea rolled the deep accents of a nation ' s prayer. And as we assemble to pay the last respects of tribute to our dear and beloved statesman, how vivid to my mind come those beautiful words of Walt Whitman who voiced the anguish of the North when Lincoln was struck down in their early hours of triumph. 0, Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells, Rise up for you the flag is flung. For you the bugle trills. For you the bouquets and ribboned wreaths. For j ' ou the shores a-erowding, For you they call, the swaying mass their eager faces turning. The ship is anchored safe and sound Its voyage closed and done. From fearful trip the victor ship Comes in with object won. Hear Captain! Dear Captain! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck You ' ve fallen cold and dead. Ql0 tlj? Ifonnr of 1B EDRIC CORDES was the only mem- ber of the class of ' 18 who saw actual service at the front in the world war. Leaving school a few days before com- mencement, he enlisted in the Marine Corps, May 23, and was assigned to Paris Island, S. C, for a brief but vigor- ous training. Thence he was sent to Quantico, W. Va. On August 12 he sailed on the Hen- derson, arriving at Brest fifteen days later. September 12th, as member of the Forty-fifth Company, 5th Regiment of Marines, he went over the top for the first time. He participated in the fight in the San Mihiel sector and later on the Champagne front. Here he was wounded and in consequence was re- turned to a hospital where he lay for nine weeks. He was then s ent to a con- valescent camp for members of the Marine Corps at Mahre where he re- mained until his return to the States March 11. We wish him a speedy permanent re- covery from his wounds. All honor to Edric ! m-vmjzw-ut-FR m: F AGNES ANDREWS, ' 20 OR THREE days in the Argonne lost, Stai-ved in that bloody wood, No one can know what that brave stand cost. But the Lost Battalion stood. Water or food without either they fought. Are we forgotten, they cried, And their efforts seemed to count for naught, As the brave men, wounded, died. Three nights in sunset-glory came In morning-paleness, waned, GJorious be those brave men ' s name, Their honor never stained! The third cruel sun dipped in the west, One more they could not endure ; To offer surrender came the Boche on his quest, So smiling, haughty, and sure. They were tempted almost beyond their power, Their leader looked on his dead; But, God be thanked, in that anxious hour, Go to Hell! Major Whittlesey said. Adelaide Gasawau Insifruct ' or of Music in Seijmour Schools now Singing for Convalescent: Soldiers in France Patrtnt Btntf Helen Ann Dannettelle Editor-in-Chief Miss Quinn Faculty Editor Miss James Faculty Art Editor Walter Huber Business Manager Miss Andrews Faculty Business Manager Ruth Miller Hazel Stanfield Ruth Stanfield Bertha Ewing Robert Keach Cletus Macket Ophelia Weiler ABBtatant U ttnrH Harold James QIlaHa S tt0r0 Agnes Andrews Frank Miller Art lEittnra Leroy Bretthauer Earl Dieck Jane Haas Aaatatattt luautpaa Munu c Felix Cadou Glenn Keach rar?emL HELEN ANN DANNETTELLE, ' 19 NCE TO every generation in a nation ' s history comes the supreme moment, the moment when the whole country feels a joy so great, that in its overwhelming intensity, reason gives way to feeling. For us that moment came on the memorable morn- ing of last November when, amid the quiet of our school life, was heard the sound of whistles and the ringing of beUs, the noisy expression of such riotous happiness, that we could not fail to know its wonder- ful message. On the morning of November 11, 1918, the armistice was signed and the greatest, the most dreadful war in all history ceased. The year of 1919 will go down to future ages as the year memorable not for destruction but for the laying of the foundations of a perpetual peace through the union of the great peoples of the world in a League of Nations so broad in its sympathy, so up- lifting in its moral and spiritual influence as to make War an outcast among nations. The Idealist ' s great dream may at last come true for the world has indeed been reborn in the spirit of peace on earth. Never before have men been actuated by motives so righteous as those of today. The soldiers of this last war fought not from a desire for conquest nor from a hope of material gain, but they gave up their homes, even their lives for the sake of an ideal. Only when we look back over the long ages since the beginning of time during which war has roamed a, ' lmost at will over the earth, can we fully realize what a monumental step we are taking in this resolution to make the words ' ' to wage war an archaic expression. It is true we can not understand why it has been our good fortune to live in this epoch-making age and year, yet to us that inestimable privilege has been given. To us has been given not the responsibility but the privilege of carry- ing on for future peace. We are ready, we are eager for the trust — the optimism of youth perhaps, but possibly it is something deeper. e wish to thank the faculty and student body who have so whole-heartedly co-operated and helped us to print this book. We also wish to express our appreciation of the generosity of the business men. □IE rmrn r miiiiiiiiiii ar mwiyw ¥X 1 1 - ftwe-Rni 1915-1919 1 RCLC I-Bfl VIECCELLE 41 40 MfflJ IIJCC-MLL WflirCltfaiBCIL lairR-MILLCI? WMES-lilMLEIL 34 ZT 32 28 32 27 35 25 32 26 32 25 rect.vBctcR n.?wa :eRRysfl;iCTiCMiiM vice PIZPSIDE KT e CT? LLCe ctc iSMepi florae i lpc THELMA ALBERRING Give me CrotJiersvUle or give me Loertzes, please, Central. WJiich-ever is the handier. RALPH AMICK The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. 9 t ELSIE AUFFENBERG Elsie advises us to take things always by the ' smooth handle. BEULAH BARNUM Then let thy love be younger than thyself or thy affections can not hold the bent. EDITH BOWJMAN Those curious locks so aptly twined Whose every hair a soul doth hind! -the kind Edith has. LEROY BRETTHAUER Just notice the lettering in this book. Leroy did it. ALBERT BRETTHAUER Marie would only say, Oui, oui, to every- thing I ask her, oh bliss! EDWARD BUHNER Oh, Edward! Oh, Edward! Tendir and trewe! MAURICE BYRNE Slick lived up to his name alright. If you were reprimanded for something you never heard of before — depend on it — he turned the trick. HELEN CLARK The beautiful are never lonely for some one always loves them. KUTH CRAIG Our Senior boys are nifty, some of them are really nice, but I ' ve got my eye on a Sophomore. HELEN DANNETTELLE ' I ' ve traveled much both east and west. Take it from me, I like millionaires best. DURBIN DAY For goodness sake don ' t let him know what any of the girls think of him . He doesn ' t like compliments- EARL DIECK Another artist and he says, Here lately I ' m not so particular about politics. I know one nice person who ' s a Democrat. EDNA DOWNS What ' s tJiis dull town to mef Clancy ' s not here. RUBY ERNEST Rube says, Pep without purpose is piffle. If you know more about a Ford than she does you ' re going some. BERTHA EWING She likes to draw and to write long letters, but we can ' t find out who the lucky fellow is. GLEASON EWING To boot, to saddle, to horse, and away. To fight for Uncle Sam in the fray; He did his duty, and then without fuss, Came back to graduate with us. iTTLREA FIXDLEY Slie sings and makes poetry and coois! Turn, yum, oih hoy! STELLA GOSSET those waves of hrou-n chevfux It takes our SteUa to arrange a coiffure. GARNET GREEiLiN He wears the rose of youth upon him, does our Garnet, for early to bed and early to dream makes a man ' s complexion like peaches and cream. MALT) GREEN However would we have managed without Maud to keep us informed on local affairs? LILLIAN GRIFFITTS TJie grass stoops not she treads on it so light, but hearts — she crxishes them. MARIE GUDGEL Beauty hath strange powers which is to blame for her ever increasing train of admirers. ilARGARET HALL Speak to her of Jacob ' s ladder and she ' ll ask you the number of steps. IRENE HEIDEilAN Here is a cheerful child. She even hopes to out-grow those freckles. Good-luck, Irene! JAMES HIMLER A man may try Jiis Jiand at all trades, says Jimmy. If I don ' t like astronomy I can still be an eminent chemist or play the flute in the New York Symphony. WALTER HUBER Buzz quotes, That man that hath a ton- gue, I say, is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman. HAZEL HUMES At first we thought it inconsistent With her slow and measured tread. That she should scream and yell like that, When Seymour got ahead- FERN HUNTER ' Oh, horrors! Here comes a boy! RUTH HUNTER Her main object in taking chemistry is to learn to chloroform those horrid cats. HAROLD JAMES Jessie is a man in all the world ' s new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain, Such as, I don ' t believe I understand your question. GLENN KEACH A lion among ladies is a most dangerous thing, but Deacon really can ' t help himself. RUTH KRAMER If I can ' t catch one any other way I ' ll bedeck a chair with tangle-foot. 9 GLADYS LAWELL I ' d do anything rather than vote for a Repub- lican. CLETUS MACKEY This fellow has sense enough to play the fool and to do that requires a certain kind of wit. LUELLA MASCHER Wait till I get my complexion on. ' But believe iis, it sure looks fine. HAROLD MERCER The teachers won ' t miss him from their classes, hut what will become of basket-ball and the matinee class? RUTH MILLER Tiate onions, men and tomatoes — o poet, an actress, a cyclist and general entertainer. IRENE PFENNING 0, for a forty-parson power! Irene is missionarily inclined, but what can be her interest in ? ESTHER PRALL It ' s our opinion that she is rather partial to little fellows. EDWIN RUDDICK Girls really don ' t bother me. plow than talk to one of them. I ' d rather HAZEL STANFIELD That boy who would rather plow — he has strange taste, hasn ' t he, Eddy? HILDA STEINWEDEL To he in love and act wisely is not in the power of the gods, so we excuse her. EDITH SUMMA No one ever faid anything about a young girl ' s fancy turning, but it does, sometimes. OMEGA WHEATON Gatch has a sweet attractive kind of grace. N ' est-ce-pas, Walter? ARTHUR WILDE am Sir Oracle (otJierwise Pud ) and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark. JOSEPHINE WHITE Jo is an amiable creature. Blues sJie never lias and we ' d recommend Tier giggle for any melancJioly disposition- C?l5l5:BLflCIC flffl? mZt PI3r5l!7C IC vra: pii:5ii7C ic WILLIAM ABEL BESSIE ABELL HAZEL ACKERET FBED ACKEEMAN AGNES ANDBEWB MABY BILLINGS HELEN BLAIN CHAELES BLUMEE KAEL BEASKETT FOEBEST BEOCKHOFF FELIX CADOU MAE CAEE ANNA HOLLAND CAETEE LOUISE CAETEE ELLA CLEMENTS MAEIAN CEABB OPAL CEAIG NEWTON DAY lEENE DEHLEE WILLIAM ECKSTEIN EDWIN FETTIG MONCLOVA FIELDS EVERETT FOSTER FEANCES GEEEN HAERY GOTTBEEG JANE HAAS MEEEIL HAESH MAEY LOUISE HONAN MAEGAEET HOPEWELL DOROTHY HUBEB SesSIt HBCLL GARRISON HUMES DOEA JOHNSON CECIL JONES EUBY JUDD EOBEET KEACH HELEN LEWIS OEEN LEWIS ELNOEA LOCKMUND MAUEICE MACKEY GLADYS MAT EDMUND MONTGOMERY DOEIS NOEBECK EAEL PAEKEE AETHUE PHILLIPS KATHEYN REIDER MIRIAM EINNE MALCOLM EOUTT EDNA EUDDICK KATHEYN SCHAEFER ANNA SCHMIDT EUGENE SMITH DOROTHY SPANA6EL LEO SPRAY EUTH STANFIELD CLABENCE STEINWEDEL MAEGAEET THOMAS lEENE TULLIS EMMA WESNEE KENNETH WHITMAN CRC ' S WRCS HENEY ABBETT PEABL ACKEEET WANETA ALBRICH .GAEL AMICK JOE ANDEEWS CHESTEE AlILT JAMES BAKEE TIPTON BLISH WILLIAM BEACKEMETEE EDWINA CAESON IBIS CHILDS CALVIN DOBBINS EUTH DOUGHEETY i EANCES DOWNS SHIELEY FAULKCONEB MILDEED FETTIG EVA FOSTEE EMMA GALLAMOEE BOBEET GEAESSLE MABEL GEEEN MAEGAEET GUTHEIE ELLSWOETH HAGEL ALLAN HANAUEE EUSSEL HAEEY HAEEY HEDGES CLAEENCE HIETZEL OEVILLE HILL COEOTHY HOENING FLOEENCE HUFNAGEL TOM HUMES ESTHEE JONES ALMA KEUGE GLADYS LEE BtJEYL LIND HELEN LINKE WILLIAM MAINS CHAELES MAPLE EDWAED MASSMAN DONALD MILLEB FEANK MILLEE FEANCIS MISCH FEANCIS NIEHAU8 MABEL PFAFFENBEEGEE ESTHEE PHILLIPS ELSIE EEIDEE ANNA EICHAET ALBA EOGEES LOUIS SCHAEFEE LLOYD SHAFEE ALICE SEYMOUB MACK SHIEL OLIVE STANTS GLENN SUTTON MADGE TABOE LUCILE WALTEES THEODORE WEILEE FLOEENCE WTETHOFF BEETHA WELLEE GEOEGE WELLEE CRc-n SRWEyi LAWRENCE ABEL VEBNA ACTON CONSTANCE ACTON ERUNOW AHLBBAND THEODORE BABTLETT GLENN BEATTY FLORENCE BECKER EDITH BENKMAN HELEN BLEVIN HOWARD BLUMEB MARTHA BORCHERDING GLADYS BBEITFIELD PAULA BBEITFIELD MARY BROWN OWEN CARTER HABEIET CLARK EMMALINE COLLINS JOHN DEAL GRACE DUNN MIIiLABD EuDALY OSCAR FENTON FRANCIS FETTIG CHESTER FILL ALICE FOSTER FRANCIS GEILE EDWARD GHOLSON FRANCES GILL LEONA GILLMAN HABVEY GREEN ALBERT HACKMAN VIVIAN HAMILTON MAUEICE HAPEE LOAT HABBEL LAWRENCE HATFIELD STELLA HELLEWELL CLARENCE HERTZEL JOHN HUNTER WILLIAM IRVING LOUISE JOHNSON BAY JULIAN PAUL KAMMAN EDWIN KASTING WILBUR BLASTING ABTHUB KAUFMAN MATILDA KESSLER KATHRYN KIBSCH HENBY KNOTT ZACH KBIENHAGEN ROY KRUWELL MARIE KYSAR FORREST KYSAB ELOISE LEE CHABLE8 LINKE GAEL MALICK EOBEBT MANN EVA McCAMMON DONALD MILLEE HAEOLD MISAMOBE IBENE MONBOE MAUEICE MONTGOMEEY ALICE MOBBISON EOSA NICHOLSON FBANCIS NIEHAUS WILBUB OAKS PAUL OTTING MABTIN PABDIECK LEONABD PFAFFENBEEGEE KATHBINE EEED PEEN EHOADS MABGAEET EIEHL CHAELES BOSS HEBSCHEL BUDDICK BAYMOND SHABFENBEBGEB ESTHEE SIEFKEE LILLIAN SHAFEB OSCAB SHOBT DOEOTHY SMITH GEBTBUDE STEINWEDEL NELLIE STEWABT DALE SWENGEL LOUISE TASKEY OPHELIA WEILEB LOUISE WERNING HAMER WESNER GEORGE WILSON LUCILE WINKENHOFFEE ( kt Ollub MABY GOOiDLOE BILLINGS HELEN BLAIN MABY BBOWN FELIX CADOU ANNA HOLLAND CABTEE LOUISE CABTEE MAEION CEABB ELLA CLEMENTS EUTH CBAIG CALVIN DOBBINS FEANCE8 DOWNS EDNA DOWNS EUBY MAE EBNE8T EMMA GALLAMOBE FEANCES GEEEN LILLIAN GEIFFITTS MAEIE 6TJDGEL MAEGABET GUTHEIE MAEGABBT HALL IBENE HEIDEMAN MABY LOUISE HONAN MAEGABET HOPEWELL DOEOTHY HOENING WALTEE HUBEB FEEN HUNTEE EUTH HUNTEE CECIL JONES EUBY JUDD MATILDA KESSLEE HELEN LEWIS ELNOEA LOCKMUND GLADYS LA WELL MAUBICE MACKEY WILLIAM MAINS CHAELE8 MAPLE EUTH MILLEE DOBIS NOEBECK MAY NICHOLS MABEL PFAFFENBEEGEB lEENE PFENNING E8THEE PHILLIPS KATHEYN BEIDEE MIEIAM EINNE LILLIAN SHAFEE DOEOTHY SMITH EUGENE SMITH DOEOTHY SPANA6EL HA2EL STANFIELD EUTH STANFIELD CLABENCE STEINWEDEL HILDA STEINWEDEL EDITH SUMMA MADGE TABOB OPHELIA WEILEE THEODOBE WEILEE BEETHA WELLEB EMMA MAUD WESNEE LOUISE WEENING OMEGA WHEATON JOSEPHINE WHITE FLOEENCE WIETHOFF I|tgl| rI|O0l O rrlyfHtra First Violin HELEN DANNETTELLE LILLIAN GBITFITTS AILEEN HOPE Second Violin EMMALINE COLLINS FRANCIS FETTIG DORIS NORBECK ELGIN RUCKEB DOROTHY SMITH Drum NEWTON DAY Cornet WILLIAM MAINS CLARENCE STEINWEDEL Saxophones JOE ANDREWS TOM BOLLIN6EB KARL BBASKETT CHARLES MAPLE Baritone EUGENE SMITH Flute JAMES HIMLER Trombone FRED ACKEBMAN BAY JITLIAN Piano HELEN CLABK A tr? ttUflU0 lUxU PRESENTED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF SHIELDS HIGH SCHOOL June 5, 1919 AT THE Majestic Theater cast op characters Totn Harrington, foot-ball captain Glenn Keach Reginald Black, his chum Walter Huber Byron Harrington, father of Tom Edward Buhner James Roberts, a Freshman Cletus Mackey William Everett James, a new professor from Stanford, the rival college Arthur Wilde Dan Bavenant, from the hiUs Harold James Professor Magee, director of the gym . . . Gleason Ewing Dawlev. a collector James Himler {Garnet Greeman Durbin Day Earl Dieck Mrs. Wigginton Wiggens, the landlady .... Lillian Griffitts Marian Davenant Helen Clark KitfTi TTioJ-nion, Mrs. Wiggens ' niece Marie Gudgel Bxdcie Harrington, Tom ' s sister Ruth Miller CMa, Japanese sersant . . . . . . • Omega Wheaton Widow Maguire, known as The Widow . . . Hazel Stanfield 5ji i i- ic iS ' i;i 5Pi r?- i5 vi THE ORGANIZATION of the Athletic Association marked the beginning of the athletic activities in the SejTnour High School. The following officers were elected: Glenn Keach President Walter Huber Vice President James Himler Secretary Edward Buhner Treasurer L. A. Ackerman Faculty Treasurer Coach Carson had four experienced S men, hold-overs from last year ' s team: Keach, Niehaus, Eckstein, and James- The prospect for a fast and winning team was very promising but the season was delayed by the Flu ' ' epidemic which interfered with the scheduled games. In spite of this handicap the team won fourteen out of eighteen games. Although we lose Mercer, Keach, and James through graduation there will remain four experienced men with which to build a strong team for next year. Bob Keach, Brackemeyer, Lewis and Niehaus. Paul E. Carson Athletic Coach Habolo James — Jesse. Was an. all-round man and could be counted on making good at any position. Glenn Keach — Deacon. Has the ole eye for the basket. In every game he came out with the score running high. Oren Lewis — Judge Was a sticker at guard but always got rough. Next year he will know better. Harold Mercer — Brub. The staunch back-guard. It took a good man to get by him as he was as firm as Gibraltar. Robert Keach — Bob. Young but nevertheless showed up well in the tournament. A good asset for next year. William Brackemeyek — Bill. Was a big husky and he knew how to guard. His pet expression — dam. William Eckstein — Ex. Showed his skill again at center and was right there when it came to watching his man. Harattg rl|?Jiub Nov. 8. Nov. 15. Dec. 6. Dee. 13. Dee. 20. Jan. 3. Jan. 10. Jan. 17. Jan. 24. Jan. 31. Feb. 14. Feb. 19. Feb. 21. Feb. 22. Feb. 27. Feb. 28. Feb. 28. March 1. March 7. March 8. March 8. Seymour 38 Seymour 34 Seymour. 31 Seymour 35 SejTnour 47 Seymour 44 Seymour 28 Seymour 21 Seymour 26 SejTnour 54 Seymour 38 Seymour 24 Seymour 27 Seymour 62 Seymour 26 Seymour 23 Seymour 24 Seymour 15 Seymour 26 SejTnour 32 Seymour 10 North Vernon 17 Brownstown 14 Washington 35 Mitchell 19 Crothersville 8 Brownstown 13 New Albany 40 Columbus 45 MitcheU 25 Crothersville 17 North Vernon 18 Columbus 44 New Albany 26 Madison 10 Madison 19 St. Xavier 22 St. Xavier 23 Newport, Ky 16 Aurora 13 Hope 7 Coliunbus 19 Who for? What for? Who we gonna yell for? Seymour ! That ' s the way to yell it! This ' the way to speU it— S-E-Y-M-0-UE Seymour ! Mtn-dliuBB lask t Sail R. Forward — Glenn Keach R. Guard — Mackey Center — James L. Forward — Buhner L. Guard — Merger A SERIES of inter-class games was arranged to determine the standard of basket ball in the different classes. This custom has been followed for several years in order to assist the coach in selecting players for the Varsity team- The Seniors easily won over the other classes in the series. They were fortunate in having three men from last year ' s Vai-sity, Mercer, James and Keach. The total number of points made by the Seniors was 139 to their opponents ' 43. Seniors vs. Juniors 22 12 Sophomores vs. Freshmen 26 7 Seniors vs. Sophomores 38 18 Juniors vs. Freshmen 2 Seniors vs. Freshmen 53 6 □ oi« am (sis. rag aii •to sE ■E B •m nMcn-Oin: m™-c?-Li ;E: ' fl SENIOR TRicrt- THE Juniors say THE SPIDER AND THE PLY M. G. B., ' 20 Come go to the Majestic, Said the spider to the fly- Oh I ' m afraid, I really am, The other did reply. ' ' WeU, you ' re a coward sure and true, ' ' Said the spider to the fly. Oh no I ' m not ; come on let ' s go, ' ' The other did reply. Sure the spider was a naughty boy, Accustomed to much skipping, While the other was a better boy. Who saw his grades were slipping. Such is the way of all mankind. Of rich, poor — you and I, The wily spider whispers, come, Oh yes! returns the fly. Mr. Dishingeb (in Commercial Arithmetic) — How many make a million? Opal C— Very few. n JUNIOR TRICK- ThE SENIORS 5 Y Miss Hancock — Robert, what is a man who believes in peace called? It comes from the verb pacify. Robert — A pacifier. Oren L. — Say, Carson, how can you restore the natural tint to ivory? Prof. Carson — Get a shampoo. They say the soldier has a time, A digging in the trenches; But we also have to suffer Getting fired at in our benches. Joe Andrews (in Geometry)— What kind of an angle is at the corner of a person ' s mouth? Miss Sutherland — A cute angle I suppose. Pete Julian — Have you a hope-box, Peggy? Peggy Hopewell— No, but I have a hope-well. Miss Quinn — According to the recent war the Germans have no souls at all. A. B. P. — No wonder they wear wooden shoes. Red hairs show up awfully bad remarked M. L. H. as she industriously brushed her dress. lining- f ov SlatK ml oUgoli . LET MB D. E. N., ' 20 If I were a teacher, said the clock As it hung upon the wall, I ' d get the marble throwers From the largest to the small. There would be no passing notes Across the room and back, None to Carl and none to Mary, None from Olive to Jack. I ' d show them a waste basket. And tell them what its for; So they wouldn ' t tear up paper. And throw upon the floor. I ' hen when Columbus teachers came. They could look around and say: ' ' Seymour beats our High School, If we do sweep twice a day. I ' d teach the Seniors better Than to lead the Juniors on. To stack the books and hoist their colors, By moonlight and begone. This High School needs reforming. So Miss Andrews should get me; For you see I ' m always on the job, An example of industry. Miss Remy (to English class) — Can anyone tell me why Robert Herrick is my favorite poet ? Lucille M. — Because he writes love sonnets. Gladys L. (in the Senior room) — I smell matches in here. Ruth Hunter — Jimmy, what produces an incandescent light? Jimmy H. — That ' s easy. Push the button and the light appears. Miss Davison — Eddie is that you whistling. Ed. Massman (sitting near the radiator) — No, it ' s this radiator. SUGGESTIONS FOR OUR TEACHERS Miss Kessler — Let the little boys promenade some more in Domestic Science togs — they don ' t mind. Miss Alwes — The advice given to the tweKth pedagogue treated applies equally well here. Miss James — Do draw some checks on Uncle Sam, he ' s worn stripes long enough. Mr. Ackerman — Be sure that every one sits just so before you dismiss the class. Miss Remy — Don ' t inflict Thought Books on next year ' s class. Miss Beldon — A quart of cream three times a day. Miss Hancock — Please stand still when you conduct a class. Miss Andrews — Stay in the office between periods. Mr. Carson — Can people in three ' s and two ' s. It ' s more sociable. Miss Sutherland — Raise your voice at the end of sentences. Miss Davison — Stop loving the little boys in the Assembly room. It ' s alright in private but in public — never ! Mr. Dishinger — Smile once in a while, it won ' t hurt you. Miss Quinn — Give A to all who helped on the Patriot. Miss Howe — When you make cookies pass them around. Miss Geile — Chaperon some more parties, still in blissful ignorance of the fact that dancing is not allowed. Mr. Henderson — Don ' t bring your Ford to school, you can ' t teach it agricul- ture. THE SONG OF THE AGRICULTURE CLASS Sing a song of six-pence, a pocket full of seeds, We ' re going to plow a little patch that once grew only weeds; Instead of little tufts of grass and dandelion buds, We ' ll have some early cabbage and several rows of spuds. Question — Why don ' t Jack Shiel and Earl Parker speak to each other any )re? Answer — One girl with red hair answering to the name of Olive. Miss Davison (in Commercial Geography) — Where is rock salt found? Dorothy S. — Ground up and in sacks. Miss Howe (in Domestic Science Class) — At a sanitarium in Michigan they feed nuts. Lines of Cicero all remind us If we had the author here; We should move, but leave behind us Loving footprints on his ear. Helsn D. to Ruth M. — You may be cunning but it takes me to make people look- Dorothy H. — Wh ich way Helen? True as the love of a woman, Fair as the lilies at dawn; Happy and gay as a little brook. Slender and young as a fawn, Beautiful hair of dark chestnut, Big eyes that sparkle like dew. Tell me, has Heaven no mercy? My pup has died of the flu. B. w., ' 21 jcstlcJTKeatre Miss Remy — Kathryn, name a spirit in one of Shakespere ' s plays. Kate R.— Punk. Irene When the bats in your belfry do flirt, Wben your coniprenez-vous rope is cut; When there ' s nobody home in the top of your dome Then your head ' s not a head, it ' s a nut. — Ex. Mr. Caijson (in Botany)- — Mistletoe is a parasitic plant having no use. Elsie Reider — ' ' Why, it does too have a use ! Just ask Hickey ! Emma W. (in Botany) — Mr. Carson, how can I tell the hardness of this elm tree? Mr. Carson — Use your head. PINK ' S PRESENT SCHEDULE AS IT REALLY IS. 1. Slumber. 4. Smoking Club. 2. Mansil ' s. 5. Rest. 3. Greeks. 6- Matinee Class. Art Student (seeing Miss James write 51 after one of her drawings) — Are we aU to put our ages after ours, too ? AN ODE TO A PENCIL I know not where thou art, I only know That thou wert on my desk, peaceful and contented A moment back and as I turned my head To see a girl, some heartless wretch Went south with thee; I know not who he was nor shall I investigate ; Perchance, it may have been The guy I stole thee from. JUST AFTER DISMISSAL. Goodness, how hot it is! Say, Lil, go get your ear and we ' ll go out rid- ing- — No, don ' t, Kenneth is outside waiting for me- — Oh bother! Helen. I wouldn ' t worry my head over boys — Preachers ' sons always turn out bad anyway, but I think red hair is perfectly beautiful. — Now, Honan, you know K is nicer than Pink. — You ' re wrong, Helen, pink hair and blue eyes are nicest. Oh, I wish I was staying at Gatch ' s tonight! Ed hasn ' t taken me out in his car for three whole days. — Botheration! I hope Buzz wins in the oratorical contest. I believe we ought to practice the class play. Let ' s go to Lil ' s tonight. — Of course, come on up, my dad and mother are in Louisville. We ' ll have a grand time. — Oh! I wish Pink and I could come in on that! And poor Kenneth, where will I leave him? Well, I won ' t come, so there! — Oh yes! Helen, you don ' t care- Glenn will be there. — Oh yes, but I can ' t ignore K. altogether because ' keep what you got till you get something better, ' and Lucile will soon be coming back. — Oh pshaw, I ' m glad I ' m settled. I guess Ed is a sure catch. He can ' t very well get away — Nor Buzz, either. — Oh Kids, I rmist go — what will Kenneth think? WeU, good-bye, — good-bye. R. M., ' 19. Mr. Carson leaves his class room frequently. Whither? The kitchen or the French depart- ment? Miss Remy (speaking of Keats ' Ode to a Grecian Urn ' ' ) — Why does he use the word cold to describe the figures? Everett F. — Because they are on a frieze. THAT ' S ME ALL OVER MABEL I do not care for A ' s and B ' s, 1 do not dread the C ' s and D ' s, i do not wish to be the best, And get one hundred on my test. I do not try to be a pet, With all the teachers you ' can bet ; The teachers I do not condemn, I ' m pretty happy as I am. I do not care what grade I get. At my report I never fret. Nor do I cry when canned from class, For I just smile and let it pass. Now if you wish to take life thus. Please never look for an A plus; And to all questions just you say, Why worry? T ' wi ' ll happen anyway. E. p., ' 20 SHIELDS MATINEE CLASS. Principal — Mrs. Eggleston. Teacher — Fuzzy- President of Class — Graessle Lewis. Time of Recitation — 2:30 to 4:00 p. m. Course op Study — The Lightning Raider, etc. Members — All expert skippers. Recreation Period — Federman ' s and Mansil ' s. Register Now! Miss Davison (with ruler in hand) to Felix Cadou rummaging through a senior ' s desk. I now dub thee ' Sir Mettlesome Matty. ' Arthur K.— In ' ' Alice in Wonderland ' ' I have to wear wings. Bob M. — Keep them. It ' s your only chance of ever having any. Allan Hakauer — Are you a Freshman? James Black — No Scotch-Irish. Mae Carr to Miriam R. (in Botany Lab.) — Miriam, has your bean busted yet? 2:00 Off to the AAati ee Oauss Miss Kessler (as Agnes A. and Opal C. enter the room) — Now we have the barbaric invasions. There was a boy in our school who fancied he could bluff Through mazes of Geometry and all that sort of stuff, He ' d miss the mark by scarce an inch and make the teachers sore, There was a boy who fancied this — there isn ' t any more. Miss Geile (in the assembly) — Glee Club, Dry Your Eyes. A STUDENT PROGRAMME The only original Fat Girls ' Chorus in the country — Ruth Kramer and Ruby Ernest. An eye opening acrobatic feature will be given by Harold James and Newton Day. It is entitled ' ' Nut and Duff. ' ' Two real comedians — Helen Clark and Kenneth Whitman. Professor Huber will lecture on How High is Up. Garnet Greeman will explain how he gained twenty pounds in one day by using Mellen ' s Baby Food. Glenn Keach will offer for sale his famous Aphrodite cold cream which he guarantees will make you as beautiful as he is. A giggling duet by Hilda Steinwedel and Elsie Auffenberg. How I became what I am not what I wanted to be, Arthur Wilde. Wasted hours of play remind us, That test time will always come; If in class you joke with blindness. Your report will not be dumb. ■SKielJj School OJ CorT«s; e ' r «i« nee AND NOW IT ' S THE CALL TO BUSINESS We won ' t speak German. We won ' t buy German-made goods. We don ' t need to speak German, and we can get on quite well without German-made goods — though we once thought we couldn ' t. The dash and daring with which we went into the war will be carried into business. And the call is out now for men and women unafraid in business — for leaders in our fight for the commercial supremacy of the world. It takes a trained soldier to make a good fight — either in war or business- Aee You Trained? Can You Go Over the Top To Success? THE JOB SEEKS YOU IF YOU ARE TRAINED SEYMOUR BUSINESS COLLEGE ALBERT L. WALTERS, President SEYMOUR - - - - INDIANA SUMMER TERM BEGINS JUNE 16th IT FITS THE BODY AS WELL AS THE PURSE Hakt, Schaffner Marx _ _ _ Cloth Craft CLOTHES FOB YOUNG MEN MANHATTAN SHIRTS HA VES HATS AVONDALE SHIRTS MUNSING UNDERWEAR AKBOW COLLARS FAULTLESS CAPS ELGIN SHIRTS BOSTONIAN SHOES QUAKER MAID SOCKS THOMAS CLOTHING COMPANY High Class Apparel for Men and Boys SEYMOUR - - INDIANA Frank J. Voss, President ' W. E. Wellee, Secretary The American Mutual Life Insurance Company IS INCORPORATED UNDER THE LAWS OP THE STATE OP INDIANA AND HAS COMPLIED WITH EVERY REQUIREMENT OP THE LAW. WE INVITE THE BUSINESS OF ALL GOOD MEN AND WOMEN. OUR POLICY PORiMS ARE THE LAST WORD IN POLICY BUILD- ING. OUR POLICY-HOLDERS ARE AMONG THE BEST CITIZENS OP THIS BROAD LAND. ASK THE AGENT ALL ABOUT US OR WRITE THE HOME OFFICE. YOU DON ' T HAVE TO DIE TO WIN. SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA Seymour Poultry Company -DEALERS IN- POULTRY, BUTTER. EGGS, ETC. Opposite Pennsylvania Freight Depot GOOD PRICES HONEST WEIGHTS Telephone Main 495 SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA The SPARTA YOU GET Have Youii CLEANING and PRESSING Done by BETTER SERVICE F. SCIARRA HERE Phone R-317 South Chestnut Street The SPARTA SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA W. N. Fox ELECTRIC SHOE SHOP HARRY M. MILLER We use the All Kinds of Goodyear Shoe Repairing System INSURANCE West Second Street Seymour - - _ Indiana Seymour _ - - Indiana CARPETS STOVES A. H. DROEGE FURNITURE DEALER .. South Chestnut Street SEYMOUR INDIANA Groub ' s Belle Brand Canned Goods The Different Food Products Packed Under GROUB ' S BELLE BRAND are Absolutely the Best You Can Buy. The Enormous Increased Sales for the Past Twenty-five Years Proves that Quality Will Tell. When Ordering Canned Goods Specify GROUB ' S BELLE You Are Sure to Find What You Want in the Late Styles Gold Mine Department Store Seymour s Fashion Center IT ' S A PLEASURE TO BE OF SERVICE TO YOU North Che nut Street. SEYMOUR, INDIANA ' kSoltnists used BUSH FLOUR, lAL FLOUR -::365S Bi™tal Ie. Mms.. and wm operated ' ;; rakani Bluh. Over lOQ S H ago the frett gnnidthcT of tht pre Uv er of tke Blub MiUmji CompaDV wtaiiTisbcd a pioocet mill in the viciiiity of tKe preaeut btutncM . 1658-1919 We Stake Our Reputation on it BUSH MILLING COMPANY ' America ' s Ft rst Mill ' ' SEYMOUR INDIANA F. H. HEIDEMAN PATHE FRERES PHONOGRAPHS GATES FURNITURE PIANOS RUGS Agency for the HIGH-GRADE CANDIES, FREE SEWING MACHINES (Funeral Director) CIGARS, TOBACCOS, FRUITS 114-116 S. Chestnut St. SEYMOUR INDIANA MILLER ' S BOOK STORE UNION HARDWARE CO. for PAINTS, OILS, Wall Paper, Window Shades VARNISHES, GLASS, School and Office Supplies BUILDING MATERIAL 20 West Second Street South Chestnut Street Seymour - - Indiana Seymour - - Indiana WALTER ORTSTADT LIGHT HEAT POWER STAPLE AND FANCY Phone 499 GROCERIES INTERSTATE PUBLIC Corner Brown and Wcdnut Streets SERVICE CO. Phone 115 South Chestnut Street Seymour - _ _ Indiana Seymour _ _ - Tndlina THE JACKSON COUNTY LOAN AND TRUST COMPANY Our Savings Department Pays 3% Compound Interest J. H. Andeews, President J. P. Matlock, Secretary J. B. Thompson, Vice-President J. V. Richart, Treasurer Coal. Cold Storage Ice USE RAYMOND CITY COAL FOR ALL PURPOSES EBNER ICE AND COLD STORAGE COMPANY DISTRIBUTEKS SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA CARTER PLUMBING CO. First Class Plumbing ELECTRIC WIRING AND FIXTURES All Work and Material Guaranteed 115 S. Chestnut St. Phone 237 SEYIIOUR :-: :-: INDIANA FIRST NATIONAL BANK Capital $100,000.00 Surplus 50,000.00 c. D. BiLUNGS President B. F. SCHNECK Viee-President JOHN A. KEEGLER Cashier We Solicit Your Patronage We Pay 3% on Time Deposit SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA Visit the new Department of DRESSES, SUITS, WAISTS and COATS —The— MODERN CLOTHING CO. FOR GOOD CLOTHES AND FINE FURNISHINGS FOR MEN STORE Two Entrances — SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA Second and Chestnut OFFICE SECOND FLOOR, HANCOCK BLDG. J. FEITIG COMPANY LEATHER GOODS STORE E. C. BOLLINGER Automobile Supplies, THE REAL Vulcanizing ESTATE MAN Racine Horse Shoe Tires and Tubes SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA Every Modem Home Must Have A 1 elepnone SEYMOUR TELEPHONE CO. L. C. GRIFFITTS, President A COMPLETE DRUG STORE FEPEIMAMI £]i CORXER SECOND AND CHESTNUT STREETS HOOVER ' S EVERYTHING IN THE HOME FURNISHING LINE STYLE QUALITY SERVICE CoRXER OF Chestnut Street and Saint Louis Avenue SEYMOUR :: :: INDIANA STEINWEDEL MUSIC HOUSE PIANOS AND PLAYER PIANOS TALKING MACHINES AND PHONOGRAPHS Emerson records, 75 cents each Popular and McKinley Sheet Music 110 W. Second Street SEYMOUR INDIANA QUICK MEAL WICK CIL STOVE THE ORIGINAL OIL STOVE EQUIPPED WITH A GLASS FOUNT SIMPLE AS A LAMP. MAKES A CLEAN AND POWERFUL BLUE FLAME. EASY TO RE-WICK OR REGULATE. HAS PORCELAIN BURNER DRUMS THAT CANNOT RUST. AND AUTOMA- TIC WICK STOP WHICH PREVENTS SMOKING. CORDES HARDWARE COMPANY Seymour, Indiana Everything in Jewelry Prices are Right, too THE BEST ENGRAVING ALWAYS MESEKE JEWELRY SHOP 16 South Chestnut Street SEYMOUR INDIANA 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 Exclusive Agents for OLD MASTER Coffee Phone Main 170 Second and Chestnut Streets SEYMOUR, INDIANA Seymour Daily Republican JAT C. SMITH, Publisher United Press Leased Wire War News. Woman ' s Page on Thursdays. Continued Story Every Day. Sunday School Lesson, Fridays. Farmers Page on Mondays. Van Loon Comic Strip Every Day. All the Local and County News. Something for Every Member of the Family. The Home Newspaper of Seymour 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 Comer Second and Ewing Streets Seymour, Ind. M. HUBER BRO. We always carry a complete line of Footwear in stock and are ready to serve you If you are looking for neat, serviceable Footwear, See Us Walk-Over and Selby Shoes We talk quality, not price SEYIVIOUR INDIANA We are especially desirous that you see our assortment of GRUEN WATCHES The Ladies watch in a rectangular shape set with diamonds. Gruen Precision, 18-jewel move- ment. The Gents watch a Louis XIV style, very thin model. Always glad to show you our stock. GEORGE F. KAMMAN GRU N Jeweler and Optometrist Phone 249 SEYMOUR INDIANA THE TRAVIS CARTER COMPANY Manufacturers of HIGH GRADE MILL WORK, VENEERED DOORS and INTERIOR FINISH Dealer in LUMBER and SHINGLES, LATH and SASH DOORS SEYMOUR INDIANA The OAKLEY ALLEN RACKET STORE Barber Wants Your Trade Telephone 472 If it ' s Novelties you want in DOMESTIC STEAM Footwear, it ' s DEH LER LAUNDRY who ' s Corner Second and Pine Streets got them DEHLER SHOE STORE First-Class Work SOUTH CHESTNUT Seymour - - Indiana SEYMOUR :-: :-: Indiana (T f The Kuppenheimer 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 Sold Exclusively by Us THE HUB The Youn Men ' s Store SEYMOUR - - INDIANA J. G. LAUPUS DIAMONDS JEWELRY SEYMOUR No. 1 N. Chestnut WATCHES CLOCKS Watervian ' s Ideal Fountain Pens Fine Leather Goods THE HALL MARK STORE SILVERWARE CUT GLASS INDIANA EAT AT THE PALACE RESTAURANT Something Good to Eat at all Times SPECIAL SUNDAY DINNERS W. H. REYNOLDS CASH STORES 21 SoiitJi Chestnut and Third and Ewing Streets Groceries at Bottom Prices Give us a call and be convinced THE BEE HIVE Complete Line of Haviland China and Fancy Lamps ' Table Cutlery SOUVENIR POST CARDS SEYMOUR INDIANA 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 USE MILK FOR ECONOMY USE SWENGEL ' S for SAFETY PAY LESS AND DRESS BETTER Collegian Clothes To BE HAD IN Seymour only at ADOLPH STEINWEDEL THE STORE THAT CAN SERVE YOU BEST SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA Telephone Main 143 Bottlers of Coca Cola SEYMOUR ICE CREAM COMPANY FROZEN CREAM AND ICES CIKCLE STREET SEYMOUR, INDIANA Phone 116 C. E. LOERTZ DRUGGIST 1 East Second Street Seymour, Indiana FINE CLOTHING AND SHOES RICHART Compliments op F. J. VOSS East Second Street Opposite Interurban Station SEYMOUR, INDIANA THE COUNTRY STORE No. 16 East Second Street The Bon Marche No. 2 Third and Chestnut St. The Bon Marche Nos. 3 and 4 Fourth and Blish St. STAPLE and FANCY GROCERIES FRUITS and VEGETABLES STAPLE and FANCY GROCERIES FRUITS and VEGETABLES Ray. R. Keach SEYMOUR INDIANA SEYMOUR NATIONAL BANK STAR BAKERY W. W. Whitson President Lynn Faulkconer . . . Vice-President BREAD, CAKES AND J. S. Mills Cashier PIES OF ALL KINDS Seymour, Indiana READ The Daily Democrat N. Chestnut St. Phone 751. SEYMOUR, INDIANA Ahlbrand Closed Buggy Just fits in with that auto of yours. Auto for good weather, closed buggy for bad weather. What you get for your money is more important than the price you pay. Ahlbrand Carriage Company SEYMOUR INDIANA —BICYCLE REPAIRING— GET IN THE GAME A SPECIALTY Complete Line of Bicycles, Tires and Sundries BUY W. K Saving Stamps CARLSON HARDWARE KESSLER HARDWARE CO. COMPANY 106 W. Second Street East Second Street SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA Prices Right SEYMOUR Satisfaction Guaranteed CHARLES HYATT Garage GENERAL REPAIR WORK : : : : : : : : INDIANA UNION BILLIARD ROOMS HAT CLEANING— WHILE YOU WAIT UMBRELLAS REPAIRED AND RECOVERED SHOE SHINING AND DYEING A SPECIALTY CIGARS, CIGARETTES AND TOBACCO SEYMOUR INDIANA HAUENSCHILD BROS. THE NEW YORK STORE GROCERIES SMOKED MEATS, FRUITS and VEGETABLES We undersell LADIES AND MISSES Phone Main 265 READY-TO-WEAR Corner HigJi and East Seymour - - _ Indiana THE NEW YORK STORE Compliments of Buhner Fertilizing Company FARMERS HOMINY MILLS MlULERS OF WHITE CORN PRODUCTS Highest market price paid for hay and grain. We carry complete line of feeds. TRY OUR ENTERPRISE FLOUR SEITVIOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA THE FARMERS HOME STORE He.vdquarters for EVERYTHING GOOD TO EAT THE KING OF LOW PRICES S. A. Shutters Co. 114 E. Second St. Phone 354 E. H. HANCOCK MUSIC CO. PACKARD PLAYER PIANOS THE NEW EDISON COLUMBIA GRAFANOLOS RECORDS OP ALL KINDS Opposite Interurban Station SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA CENTRAL GARAGE AND AUTO CO. Deai;ers in BUICK, HUDSON, DORT AND STUDEBAKER CARS Rear of Post Office SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA SAY IT WITH FLOWERS SEYMOUR GREENHOUSE Phone 58 SEYMOUR WOOLEN MILLS Established 1866 ALL WOOLEN BLANKETS S. D. HILL Electric Shoe Repairing 131 2 S. Chestnut St. We follow the Champion Shoe Repairing System Come and give us a trial. Seymour _ _ _ Indiana Granite Marble First in KODAK FINISHING PLATTER CO. Seymour - Indiana VON FANGE GRANITE CO. MONUMENTS Your satisfaction is our success 110 S. Chestnut Street Seymour Indiana HOWARD FURNISH BARBER Across from Post Office Always the Same. Rising production costs, scarcity of packing materials and transporta- tion difiSculties have never made the slightest difference in the superior qualities of Mrs. RORER ' S COFFEE On Sale at NICHTER ' S GROCERY High and Vine Streets SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA C. H. HELLER New Lynn BARBER SHOP L. L. DOWNING POPCORN, PEANUTS, CANDIES, SOFT DRINKS TOBACCOS, CIGARS ICE CREAM — ANY QUANTITY KELLY ' S LUNCH ROOM HOT LUNCH, SOFT DRINKS Opposite Interurban Station Seymour Indiana Seymour - Indiana ORA SWEET UNION BARBER SHOP 12 E. Second Street. PAULEY SON, GARAGE Representatives DODGE BROTHERS ' CARS and OLDSMOBILES Phone R-603 205-207 N. Ewing St. Seymour Indiana CHAS. E. GILLESPIE, M. D. Compliments of BRUNOW BROS. CIGAR MANUFACTURERS EYE, EAR, NOSE AND THROAT Seymour Indiana SEYMOUR INDIANA Eegular Meals and Short Orders Commutation Tickets $4.00 for $3 .50 J. G. VOGELSANG, Prop. THE CITY RESTAURANT FAMOUS FOR ITS HOME COOKING SEYMOUR INDIANA MEET ME AT MANSIL ' S CONFECTIONERY GROVER MARQUETT Transfer 12 N. Chestnut Street WILL TAKE PARTIES TO PICNICS AND OUTINGS FOR YOUR FOOT-WEARING APPAREL GO TO P. COLABUONO P-oot and Shoe Repairing While You Wait. New Shoes and all Repairing Guaranteed. CHARLES VOGEL Dealer In FEED, GRAIN AND FLOUR Corner Carter and Tipton Streeti 5 West Second St. Seymour - Phone Call 173 - Indiana Telephone 193 Seymour Indiana SEYMOUR ' S GREATEST UNDERSELLING STORE BEN SNYDER LADIES ' AND GENTS ' FURNISHING GOODS MILLINERY LADIES ' READY-TO-WEAR GARMENTS Come here before going elsewhere — we will save you from 25c to 50c on the dollar SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA Phone 165 WHEN YOU NEED A PLUMBER OR ELECTRICIAN W. C. BEVINS Plumbing and Electric Shop Phone 165 35 Years in Business BROOKMONT BRAND Canned Fruits, Vegetables, Etc. BEST BIRD BRAND Condiments Etc. Are Our Private Brands FULL WEIGHT HIGHEST QUALITY Guaranteed to Comply with all Pure Food Laws George A. Clark Wholesale Grocer WE SELL TO MERCHANTS ONLY FRESH FISH AT ALL TIMES - PHILLIPS FISH STAND HARRY FINDLEY QuAUTY Always Best GEi ERAL INSURANCE City Building OYSTERS IN SEASON 17 Indianapolis Avenue SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA TIRES and TUBES at a saving of YOUR ANNUAL SPECIALIST 15% to 35% GRAESSLE-MERCER We Specialize on MASON and STERLING TIRES COMPANY Guaranteed 5,000 and 6,000 Miles. commercial and catalog Printers Cut Price Tike Store Seymour, Indiana GEO. WOLF, Mgr. BRANCH offices SEYilOUR :-: :-: INDIANA Indianapolis, Ind. Louisville, Ky. ERNEST BROS. Compliments of Coffee Roasters GOYERT-VOGEL FANCY ANP STAPLE GROCERIES POULTRY CO. Phone 437 SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA J. H. POLUST H. W. AUBKE SEYMOUR HARDWARE CO. HARDWARE, STOVES AND FURNACES FIELD SEED WIRE FENCING, SLATE AND TIN ROOFING REPAIR WORK, ETC. Phone 718 118 S. Chestnut St. COMPUMENTS OF SEYMOUR MANUFACTURING COMPANY Prompt Service Excellent Food EAGLE RESTAURANT AND LUNCH ROOM THE DINING PLACE OF SEYMOUR Phone 739 12 West Second Street Arman Zorbas, Proprietors SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA WATCH FOR THE OPENING DATE OF THE NEW MODERN THEATRE WHICH WILL HAVE PERFECT VENTILATION, PERFECT FLICKERLESS PROJECTION, FEATURE MUSIC AND HIGH CLASS PHOTO-PLAYS, PARAMOUNT AND ARTCRAFT, GOLDWYN, PATHE, UNITED PICTURES, CHAPLIN COMEDIES AND MANY OTHERS The Joy Spot of Seymour 23 S. CHESTNUT STREET. Next to Maxon ' s Pharmacy. C. E. McCoNAUGHY, Manager (US o ; rr; tH o 5fci o eg i ™. Jo CJ ci J= P. CD CO + rrt — DO §.s .2 § a o o 54-1 o D g5 C.2 $ e S s DC - -si ft 11 ci 00 Co O DO a- e be ' — ; a; . 5Pq OS .5 .2 5. £ 3 CO S „ o CJ o . tic ° 3 o 3 t- : S =s Coo 3 g cS = g-s = o o c o c CC R O G ' H be .s c 00 !4 o o 3 o 3 o cS 3 50 t- CS - J: ♦J o o - tx c o .3 rC 3 •5 P. - 00 00 b 6C g S 3.3 j to . 00 3 o « t S P. S 5 =s --.2 o t aj « -i o. 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