Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 140 of the 1920 volume:

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Bollinger Treasurer Tse fmji3v L. A. AcKEBUAir Mathematics Geography Kate F. Andrews PHncipal English Paul E. Oabson Mathematics Science Elbuthera v. Davison English History A. T. DlSHINGEB Mathematics History Adelaide Oasawat Music Kathbtn Hancock Lattpcs English History H. O. Henderson Agriculture Hilda Howb Domestic Science Kathrtn Kessleb Latin History !;: Vhva Paul Drawing 4 O. H. PHILLIPe Science Mathematics Kathrtnb Quink Latin Margaret Rbmt English Ethel Rottman English Sena Sutherland Romance Language Leonorb Swails English Physiology Forest Wildmaw English on -a)§s IS r D6 Gnosis eoD oa Pig 5U6(?a Mart Goodloe Billings, ' 20 Bussing and scolding the old negress drew on her thread- bare broadcloth coat (a piece of her mistress ' discarded wardrobe) and warmed her mittened hands at the open fire. Wy don ' Mahse John send Mose or Gawge ovah to that there sugah camp? Ain ' t no speshul cooking has to be done ' bout makin ' a little maple sugah. Dis hyah ain no weathah foh no woman to tramp put nigh a mile in no slush an ' snow. Git out en hyah, you Mahse Tommy! as a small white face was thrust into the door of the cabin, Ain ' no little pick ' ninnies roun ' hyah foh you to torment. ' Lijah he took de whole mess ob ' em down on the hill to slide. Tommy ventured in, followed by a. somewhat smaller boy — evidently his brother, for he had the same freckled snub nose, and inquisitive blue eyes. Mahse Tommy Caldwell, did you heah me tell you-all to clear out? You an ' yo ' li ' l brothah David is the beatenest white chillen in the county, comin ' in hyah an ' messin ' up my new-scrubbed floah with yo ' dirty feet — Where you goin ' , Aunt Sukey? said Tommy, as he fingered the long fringe dangling from a vivid tidy on a rickety wooden chair. None o ' yoah bus ' ness, suh! Git outen hyah — trackin ' up my clean floah with all that duht! I know where she ' s goin ' . Tommy, said David, because I heard father tell her. She ' s goin ' over to the sugar camp to stay all day and make mother some maple sugar. Take me, Aunt Sukey, begged Tommy. If you will, I ' ll give ' Lijah my new fish pole that Uncle Archie brought me from St. Louis. ' ' Huh! snorted Sukey, Who ' d want a fish pole in February, with the snow on the ground an inch thick? No suh, Marse Tommy, I aint goin ' to have no limbs of Satan foolin ' roun ' an ' gettin ' in my way — no suh Pushing the two little boys before her, she shuffled out the door. ' ' Go ' long home you-all. An ' Marse Tommy, ef you don ' t let my ' Lijah alone, I ' ll skin the hide off ' n you. Tommy and David watched her as she lumbered across the premises toward the sugai ' -woods. There was a road to the camp, but it was so round-about and muddy that no one ever thought of using it, but went instead through the pasture and on over the hill, where some white stones were seen marking the graves of generations of Caldwells. The family graveyard was enclosed by an iron fence, but as the gate always stood open, a path had been worn through the place by the feet of those who went to and from the sugar camp. With a grin Tommy turned toward the stately old brick house that his grandfather had built after the old home had burned. C ' mon Dave, let ' s get our sleds and go hunt ' Lijah. As the tall old clock down-stairs boomed out the hour of ten o ' clock, Tommy sat up in bed. Everything was as still as if it were the witching hour of mid- night, which he imagined it to be. He had lain awake centuries it seemed to him, waiting for mid-night, and he was sure that he had counted twelve strokes. Across in another corner of the great square room, in another small white bed, he could see the small mountain which was David. He chuckled to himself as he thought how mad David would be the next morning when he discovered what he had missed. Baby! thought Tommy scornfully, he ' d be scared to death. Tommy had had the good fortune to be born a full two years before David put in his appearance, and at present he was feeling the full importance of his twelve years. Reaching under the bed, he drew out a small white bundle which he laid on the bed while he put on the necessai ' y clothes. It had been necessary to undress as usual, or David would have suspected something. Picking up his little bundle, he glanced toward David ' s bed. His brother had not moved, and Tommy, with a sigh of relief, stole out of the room and down the stairs. He knew which boards creaked, so carefully avoided them. It was cold outside, and he stopped at the hall closet to put on his heavy wraps before he tried to unbolt the door at the end of the hall. The bolt was already drawn, and he made a mental note that here was something with which he could make Moses ' life miserable for the next day or so. By threatening to tell his father, there was no knowing how many dozens of slings and new sled-runners Mose would make for him. Once outside he did not have to be so careful, for there was no danger of waking anyone. The slave-cabins were at a considerable distance, and everyone in the big house was sound asleep. Turning up the collar of his coat, he began to run toward the little hill, about a half mUe away. There was a moon, and he was able to distinguish the white marble slabs of the grave-yard. At every step his courage diminished, and by the time he reached the open gate of the cemetery, his teeth were fairly chattering with fear. Daily association with his father ' s negroes had given him the same fear of grave-yardis and ha ' nts which ' Lijah or any of the slave children enjoyed. But even twelve year old. Tommy had the Caldwell chin and determination, so he tremblingly entered the unspeakable place, fully expecting to see his great-uncle Harry ' s ghost, or the shade of his great-great-grandmother rise from its long resting place and point a phantom finger at him. Most of the graves were very old, and the slabs had sunk until they were fully a foot or two below the surface of the ground. As he passed each one, Tommy ' s heart pounded a little harder and he was sure he heard a rustling noise in one of the deeper ones. He had often visited the graveyard in the daytime, and he knew exactly which were the oldest and most sunken stones. When he reached the grave of his father ' s cousin William, he peered down into the oblong black space and then crept gingerly into it. His father ' s cousin William had died when he was only fifteen, and Tommy was not afraid of encountering the ghost of a mere boy. He unrolled his bundle, which was only the top sheet from his bed and wrapt himself in his ghostly garment. As he crouched there shivering, the time seemed interminable, for there was nothing to do but wait. What if Sukey should already have returned? What if she should come around by the road? What if she should have decided to spend the night at the camp? He could not be sure of anything. Perhaps he had better give it up and run back as fast as he could. But after an eternity of fearful waiting had passed, he heard the huge negress ' flat-footed tread. She was walking as softly as she could, and Tommy knew by her uneven gait that she was as badly scared as he. When he was sure that she was near enough, he rose slowly from the grave of his father ' s cousin William — when to his horror he saw emerging from its tomb the ghost of great-uncle Harry, gigantic and shapeless, it seemed to him. Sukey, helpless with fright was standing rooted to the spot, her large eyes rolling heavenward, when she heard two familiar voices scream ' ' Aunt Sukey ! ' ' and both white figures rushed madly toward her. Her ready tongue was re- gaining all its former power, enhanced by her present rage, as she scolded and swore at the ghostly figures clinging about her knee. You good-f ' r-nothing chillen, you! Traipsin ' aroun ' hyah in yo ma ' s sheets a-tryin ' to act like the daid. You-all git — and git quick! Ef this hyah nigger didn ' t have no buckets of maple sugah in both huh hands, she sho ' would tan the hide off en ' you. You Mahse David, le ' go my laig, an ' git home as fast as you can. The nex ' time you-all plans to scare ol ' Sukey you bettah come together so ' s you don ' t both git white-headed a-seenin ' each othah rise up ! Tfee-MSIOD T ANNA SCHMIDT, ' 20 HE RED-GOLD of the western sun Shines on an autumn ' s wooded hills ; The hazy oriental blue Colors the tumbling mountain rills; And all across the sunset sky The birds wing homeward one by one, Dark forest aisles are beckoning them, A welcome when the day is done. Now high within the southern sky, A windswept cloud of gold appears, And in this cloud a vision shines, A -vision lasting through the years; A cloud-child bending o ' er a book, Golden head and hair of gold, A student at his happy task, Eeceiving wisdom manifold. Above his head the cloud sweeps on. The path whereon his thoughts doth run, The pictures that the book presents, The wonderland of beauty won. The halo round his head is bright His wisdom shines around the world. The sky reflects his glory back Where wandering clouds are softly furled. The Spirit of the Vision speaks A call to youth the world around, Hark to thy books, there shalt thou learn Much wisdom still by thee unfound. The Spirit ' s voice is low and sweet It breathes of paths as yet untrod — But wander in the great outdoors There shalt thou draw more nigh to God. Thy service in Christ ' s kingdom, too. Will pave the way to realms above; T The kindly deeds performed by thee Will be rewarded by his love. The Spirit vanished ; slowly, too, The Vision faded soft away. The clouds took on the darker hue Of autumn ' s fast retreating day. The solitude of mountain heights Brings many visions bright and clear, Which bring to understanding souls The wisdom that we hold so dear. HELEN WOLTERS, ' 20 HE SUN is fading in the west, Hush-a-bye, baby, don ' t cry; The birds are flying to their nests, Hush-a-bye, baby, don ' t cry. The four o ' clocks are blooming now, Fire-flies will soon appear; The evening winds are sighing low, Night time is drawing near. f 15 mdomice O AGNES A. ANDREWS, ' 20 H POPPY-LIDDED lady, who dwells in sleepy state In marble halls and corridors, near Dreamland ' s fairy gate, I sense thy lovely gardens, with lotus blossoms filled. Ringed round with lazy waters from distant lands and hilled. Thou art fanned with peacock feathers, by ebony skinned slaves, While Morpheus with sleep ' s fair dew thine eyelids gently laves. Thou art clothed in shimmering satins, in jeweled gold arrayed, In lazy, lovely splendor, by ancient satyrs made. Perfumed breezes wander, where thy willing captives lie; Insidious slender lady, thy powers can never die! More powerful than the lightnings, or Caesar ' s armed band. You hold the sleepy world in the white hollow of thy hand ! Accept, sweet nymph, this homage, and remember it to be, A token from an idler, a worshipper of thee. SSS ' £ SIXTY Minings AGNES A. ANDREWS, ' 20 PEAKING PATHETICALLY in its vacancy, the old baU- room stood deserted, forsaken, lonely. A young moon and a glaring street light combined to make it a place of wavering and indecisive shadows. The satin covered walls, the gilded chairs which mutely and forlornly stood about the room, the polished floor, the palms in one end, the musicians platform on which an old piano still stood, all spoke of a happier time. To the observers, peering through the wide doorway from an imitation marble stairway, plaintive ghosts of old waltzes, spritely ghosts of the not so far distant fox trots and one-steps seemed to haunt the familiar room. Yes, prohibition had done for Brad ' s. Prohibition, high prices and wages, waiters strikes, and the increasing value of the land on which the building stood had combined against the fifty-year-old establishment. A few weeks ago the famous restaurant had closed its doors, and tomorrow the ball-room, fondly known and remembered from coast to coast, was to be wrecked. The group in the entrance stood silent until one of the girls murmured, almost reverently — Do you remember Gay Atwood ' s debut, when the walls were covered with screens of roses? Oh — can I forget! cried another. Milt was moved to propose that night, weren ' t you, old dear ? ' ' They had all entered the room now, a congenial crowd, who, after a dinner and a play, had gathered at the old rendezvous to eay good-bye to Brad ' s. The sleepy real estate agent whom they had rudely awakened had handed them the key for sixty minutes — only sixty. Three married couples, a young widow and her pet bachelor, the little sister of one of the matrons and her fiance made up the party dimly reflected in the old mirrors at each end of the room. How many times had those majestic mirrors seen the same jolly crowd, who, coming out at the same time, about eight years before, had stuck together ever since! How many times had they dined and danced at dear old Brad ' s! How often did their memories carry them back to the old ball-room, the scene even of the marriage of one couple present that evening. And only sixty minutes to say good-bye! Suddenly Paul de Gasillac, who had been tentatively trying the floor, began a peculiar shuffli ng of the feet that in the old days had always been his signal to the orchestra leader for a waltz. Milton Fisher, usually an extremely un- sentimental stock broker, almost sighed. No Fritz here to play for you, he ventured, but let ' s have one of the old choruses that Virginia and Bob used to give us. ' Member the night you two shocked Mrs. Van Tossel by taking charge of the orchestra? So, obediently, as a wife should, Virginia Fisher, mother of three sanitary antiseptic babies snugly sleeping at home, threw off her taffeta evening wrap and began an old favorite duet with Bobby Grant, an as yet uncaptured, rich bachelor. Capes and scarfs were removed, dress suits encircled white shoulders, and the old crowd danced again at Brad ' s. Jacqueline Gardiner, dashing widow, and Milton Fisher, famous financier ; Paul de Gasillac and plump little Geraldine Leland; stately Jane de Gasillac and Peter van Dycke, casting longing glances at his finaee, Cynthia Whitney, in Norton Leland ' s arms — all waltzed once more over the old floor. It was so familiar to be there, even though the crystal chandeliers were dark, and the street light flickered outside in the wind of the night — so familiar to glide over the perfect floor, even without the justly renowned orchestra, and smiling, dapper little Fritz, hopping over the platform. It seemed to the dancers as if all the other couples who had danced all those other dances for fifty years were with them, as they waltzed farewell to Brad ' s. Snow was beginning to fall outside. The unheated building, shaking a little in the sharp wind, was very chilly on that cold March dawning. But the sixty minutes flew by with a surprising rapidity. At last the two at the piano crashed a last chord, and shivering even more than the others — not having had the exertion of dancing — turned to them. Cloaks and furs were put on, scarfs adjusted, noses powdered and lips re- touched at one of the great mirrors by the flickering light of the street lamp. Laughing a little hysterically, The Crowd, as they called themselves, began to leave for the last time the scene of their triumphs. On reaching the door, Paul de Gasillac, French and thorough artist that he was, raised his hand for silence. Instantly quiet reigned, while Paul drew from his pocket a flask. Fragrant old Burgundy, bottled a hundred years ago, con- taining all the distilled sunshine and sweetness of Southern France, it gurgled joyously, promising a large and happy oasis in the Great American desert. Solemnly de Gasillac took the crystal flask, ornamented with silver fUigree work, and raised it to the door-post. He struck the flask lightly but firmly, and the perfumed essence of beauty, its container lying in lovely fragments, trickled down toward the floor, heedlessly, a last libation to the glory that was Brad ' s. They filed slowly away, laughing and talking, to the expensive cars waiting outside. The old room was left alone to dreams and destruction. TBe AsseiviBiy fian ciqck MARGAKET THOMAS, ' 20 D BAR OLD CLOCK in the Assembly Hall, You know our troubles, one and all — Know when we ' re early, Know when we ' re late, Know when the teacher murmurs, wait, Dear old clock in the Assembly Hall. Dear old clock in the Assembly Hall, You know our deeds one and all — Know when books were stacked. Know when bells were swiped, Know when we hung black and white. Dear old clock in the Assembly HaU. Dear old clock in the Assembly HaU, You know our secrets, one and all — Know things you must never tell. Know things that would mean our fall. So keep the secrets for us all, Dear old clock in the Assembly Hall. FRANK K. TWTTJ.TiTt , 21. ' HE SUMMER sun had set behind the western hills and the shadows, already dim, were gradually growing fainter around the little farm-house. In a nearby thicket, the wild things were beginning to disturb the nocturnal sway of solitude. The wooden latch of the barnyard gate clicked, and a taU young man, muscular and tanned from the heat of the noonday sun, walked across the yard and awk vardly seated himself on the back step. Heaving a sigh of relief, he drew a red bandana from his pocket and mopped his brow. He sat there for quite a while, fanning himself occa- sionally with his straw hat and watching the beauty of the western sky as it slowly faded into dusk. Then his attention was attracted by the sound of approaching footsteps. The smell of tobacco smoke, carried on the evening breeze that had begun to stir, told him that his father was coming. Immediately he arose. Around the corner of the house came a little old man dressed in a brown corduroy suit and puffing on a corn-cob pipe. The wrinkles in his face and the shuffle of his leathern boots told of his advance in years, but that he still re- tained the spark of youth was made evident by the twinkle in his eye, and his habit of humming old tunes. Judging from his son ' s attitude that he wished to speak to him, the father walked to him, and, putting one foot on the steps, took his pipe from his mouth. Pa, began the young son of the soU, now as I ' ve been with you since I was a little feller, workin ' an ' doing chores for ma when I was only knee high to a grasshopper, an ' then since I ' ve grown up, I ' ve been a workin ' fer you, a helpin ' with the plan tin ' and harvestin ' and feedin ' and milMn ' and a hundr ' d and two other things that I do for ma, don ' you reckon as how you might give me now that creek-bottom land yon side o ' the river, as you promised to settle on me? Old Jake Simpkins looked at his son Avith a scrutinizing eye. It was true that from boyhood Lemuel had been a great help to his parents. He had saved them many steps by his presence, for they had yet to receive his first refusal to do their bidding. Since his eighteenth birthday he had received from his father half of each year ' s proceeds in crops together with his board and clothes. Besides this regular compensation, his father had promised him the creek land, in itself a rich dowry, as a settlement. But why should he have asked for it at this particular time? Why had he not requested it before? Old Jake could not help thinking that there was something in the wind when his son spoke of receiving his share immediately. Wal now Lem, he replied, just tell me what ' s in that head o ' yourn to give you such a notion? Aint the old folks good enough fer you anymore? Aint you had all you could eat an ' all you wanted to wear, besides your share of the crops and all the other privileges a feller ' d want? Tell me, Lem, what ' s put such a notion into your head? Lem looked at his father rather sideways and shifted his feet uneasily. I — I aint complain ' of our grub, Pa, it ' s as good as Squire Turndale ' s, ner am I complain ' of anything else; but I just want to start out fer — fer myself and — and have a hum of my own. A hum of your own, Lem! Why — Y — yes, Pa, a hum of my own. I ' m calculatin ' on — on hitchin ' up with S— Sally. We— The old man was completely taken back with astonishment. What he had least expected! — was it aetuallj ' to come true? Lem get married! Why he was too bashful to have thought of such a thing. Surely there was a mistake somewhere ! You mean you, Lem Simpkins, my hoy, is goin ' to git married? T— that ' sit, Pa. What did she say when you asked her? I — I aint asked her yet. His father looked at him a moment and then laughed. I ' m afraid you never will then Lem, fer you ' ve never been able to git rid o ' that bashfulness of yourn, an ' like as not, it ' U stay with you, now, forever. I ' ll not let it get the best of me fer once anyhow. Pa; not till ' I ' ve got my girl. But I wanta know if it ' s all right with you an ' if you ' ll settle on me the creek land like j ' ou said ? ' ' Yes, my boy, your old dad ' 11 do all that he can fer you an ' more, tort. But I ain ' t calculatin ' on you really hitchin ' up, Lem, fer I know your failin ' , but if you do, fer strange things ' 11 happen sometimes, you ' ve sure got my good will, and the good Lord bless you both. ' ' Thank you. Pa, ' ' said Lem earnestly. One o ' clock of the next afternoon found Lem dressed in his best and on his way to Sally ' s. As he walked along the main thoroughfare of the little village, he would not easily have been mistaken for a city lad. His clothes by their coarseness and loudness proclaimed that his home was and always had been in the country. His cheap grey suit, apparently ready to rip if given the slightest opportunity, was more than one size too small for him; while the shortness of the trousers and sleeves made very conspicuous his immense, unpolished shoes and rough, knotted hands. Other features of his dress added to his ridiculous appearance: his (shining celluloid collar pinching his neck as liest it could and making him hold his head back, his big green ready-tied necktie fluttering madly under his chin, and his pink cotton socks, a glimpse of which was afforded every time he took a step. Indeed, the happy young fellow made an interesting picture as, carefree, he walked down the dusty road to his sweetheart ' s, disturbed by nothing, save perhaps the pinching of his collar, or an occasional thought of how he should begin his proposal. Soon he passed the general store — and in fact the only store, for it was store, postoffice, and general loafing place, combined. Some half dozen old men — the group that is generally found at such places — seated in front of the building on three-legged stools, backless chairs and soap boxes, were leisurely whittling and spitting as they spun yarns and exchanged comments on the happenings of the community. Just as Lem was passing, Mr. Haggs, the groceryman, who had finished waiting on his first customer in two hours, came out, wearing his white apron, and an unsharpened pencil behind his ear, and seated himself with the rest. Howdy there, Lem, they said in unison. ' ' Howdy, ' ' returne d Lem, as he looked to see who had addressed him. All dressed up, Lem, ventured Mr. Haggs. This aint a holiday, is it? No, not, exactly; but a feUer usually dresses up when he goes to see his girl. Oh! ejaculated the group, and the whittling was resumed while Lem went on down the road. It do beat aU, remarked Si Cod as he turned his stick around and began cutting a notch in the other end, how time flies. Why, it seems like only yesterday that Lem — little Lem he was then — was runnin ' around here on errands for his ma and sayin ' bright things, and makin ' us fellers laugh. Yes, added another, spitting across the boardwalk, An ' do you re- member when he would ask us fer nickles? The boy always wanted a nickle, an ' he saved them, too — like as not has every one of them he ever got. Thriftiest feUer you ever knowed! I teU you, ole Jake ought to be proud of him. In the meantime, Lem was nearing his destination. All the way, with eyes fixed on the ground, he had pondered the best way to pop the question, how he should bring it up, what he should say first; then he looked up. He was stand- ing by the high board fence and, as Sally ' s home was just around the corner he stopped a minute to give final adjustment to his costume — and to gain fresh strength for the climax of his love affair. Taking his hat from his head, he moistened his fingers, and slicked down his hair; then he tried to brush a few wrinkles, almost imaginary, from his coat, and with his handkerchief wiped the dust from his shoes. Finally, concluding that all was well, he straightened his necktie, stood erect, breathed deep, and walked boldly, but with thumping heart, up to Sally ' s front door. He must have knocked, for Sally, aU dressed in her clean white dress, and dainty apron, soon opened the door. Why, good afternoon, Lem! Won ' t you come in? said she, smiling on her hero. Lem grinned self-consciously, and removing his hat, walked in. Good afternoon, Lem, greeted Sally ' s mother. Let me have your hat. Ain ' t it rather hot, today ? ' ' Yes ma ' am, pretty hot. Have a chair. Lem seated himself, and slowly rocked to and fro. We jist made some lemonade, announced Sally ' s mother; it ' s an extra good batch this time; got it jist correctly flavored. Maybe some of it wouldn ' t go bad to help cool you off? I wouldn ' t care, said Lem, his mouth beginning to water at the thought of it, if I did drink some. She brought in two glasses and a pitcher fuU of the delicious ice-cold drink, and then left, leaving the two to their own devices. Having had two glasses, very large, of the beverage, Lem felt fairly cooled off, and was conversing freely with Sally. They talked about everything from A to Z ; mentioned poor Nancy Kinnard ' s illness, and wondered if she would pull through; discussed prospects for a good crop and an extra large harvest that year; exchanged views on the sermon of the previous Sunday night, and commented on the people who had not been at church ; and last, but not least, hit on the hackneyed and trite subject of the weather. Finally Lem felt that the crucial moment had come; he became unusually warm, and requested another glass of lemonade. You like it, don ' t you, Lem? smiled Sally. Uh-huh, replied her hero, as he gulped it down. Then sitting back in his chair and tugging at his collar that had begun to pinch, he said, S-Sally, Sally — there ' s a-a What, Lem? There ' s something that I ' ve been wanting to say to you for a long time. Oh, what is it, Lem? W-w-why I want to ask you if you — if you-if you knowed — how Squire Tumdale ' s wife is? I-I heard she wasn ' t no better. Oh yes she is, Lem. Why this morning Miss HosMns came over and told ma she was ever so much better. Oh, is that so; said Lem out of breath, and again busily adjusted his collar. After tugging at it for awhile, he glanced down at his big feet and then towards Sally ' s. What a difference! His would have made half a dozen of hers. He looked up at Sally and thought she was looking at his; so he tried to hide them under the chair. He only half succeeded, however, for one foot was all he could conceal. Say, Sally, he began again when they talked a little more. Yes, Lem. W-why, Sally, there ' s something I ' ve been wanting to ask you — to ask you for-for-for a long time — Sally straightened up. Her well-founded suspicious were beginning to be aroused. I want to ask you if-if, (Curses be on that collar) if you know what ' s the matter with this here collar of mine? Sally let out a long breath. Let me see, Lem, maybe I can help you. There now, it won ' t bother you anymore. It was that old button a pinchin ' your skin. I guess you ' re not used to wearing stiff collars very often is the reason it hurt you. ' ' Yes, an ' I don ' t care if I don ' t wear them very often, if they do thatta- way to a feller. ' ' The conversation continued with SaUy as leader, for Lem was plainly ab- stracted. He glanced at his hands; how big and knotted they were! At the side of Sally ' s they looked like those on a chimpanzee he had seen once in a book. How ugly, how rough and mis-shapen they suddenly appeared to him. At once he tried to hide them ; to put them in his pockets, any place out of sight. Sally, he began again, there ' s something I ' ve been wanting to ask you for a long time. I ' ve been wanting to — to ask you if-if you will-be — Sally leaned toward him, a half smile on her face, and breathing heavilj ' . If-if you wiU be at home tonight? Sally fell back in her chair, stunned. Lem went over and took her hand. She opened her eyes. I-I didn ' t want to ask you that, Sally, I-I didn ' t want to ask you that at all. I wanted to ask you — if you would marry me, Sally? Lem awaited her answer, open mouthed, half hoping, half fearing. Yes, came Sally ' s soft reply and immediately she was folded in his arms. Sally, he said, I was a wantin ' to ask you that all the time. I know it Lem, an ' I was a wantin ' you to ask it, too. Let ' s go an ' tell Ma the news. 15 aiai mie: ftpjhar AGNES A. ANDREWS, ' 20 Y OU ' RE a delicate, dainty STveet darling, Hoopskii-ted Beatrice dear; But I know your real heart and your story, Angelic though ycu may appear. Poke bonnets and crinolines spreading Oft make one seem quite demure; But your diary, the wicked tale-teller, Keeps me from being too sure. Pantalettes ruffled and starchy, Staid mitts of solemn black lace, Relate a far different story, From the one that I read in your face. Eyes sparkling, and cheeks bright and glowing Should be hid in the portrait here — For all your prim airs and precise, They set all to naught, I fear! sitsS ; Amce ' U Tee memn By Our Own Mrs. Evans. My Dear Adviser — I have attempted everj-thing to put myself in the public eye, from bangs to a checkerboard hat, but there is something more I should like to do. What is it ? Veva M. Paul. Answer — Dear forlorn one, we sympathize with you, and our suggestion is that you add an initial A between your first and middle names. Dear Doris Blake — I am very lonesome now that the light of my life has gone. I am also worried, as I only receive two letters a day from Bob. What would you suggest? Kate Reider, ' 20. Answer — Send him a book of special delivery stamps. Miss Blake — I am a conspicuous success in everything I undertake, except love. What would add to my charms, to make me as wonderful in face as in mind? F. K. Miller, ' 21. Answer — Arise early some bright spring morning, and bathe thy face in dew. Miss Blake — I have been eating yeast for my complexion until I have eaten all that the grocery stores have. What shall I do ? Margaret Guthrie, ' 21. Answer — Don ' t cheat the bakeries; Mackey loves you just the same. My Dear Miss Blake — I am very lonely when I am not at Purdue, but I console myself. Now, when a young man requests a good-night kiss, what must I do ? Mary Louise Honan, ' 20. Answer — He should be thoroughly sat upon. Doris Honey, I know that I am a handsome fellow, and that every girl in school is crazy about me. However, I ' m not quite as lovely as I should like to be. How can I get rid of my freckles? Pink Cadou, ' 20i 2+l - Answer — Take in your ears, Felix, we ' re coining to a tunnel. My Dear Miss Blake — I am in love and very unhappy. How can I make Karl notice me? Louise Carter, ' 20. Answer — It ' s leap year. Dear Miss Blake — It is said that the course of true love never did run smooth. It is so with Margaret and me. How can I make up occasional tiffs? Maurice Mackey, ' 20. Answer — Spend about $2.00 on a box of Federmann ' s best. Agnes Andrews Editor-in-CMef Miss Paul Faculty Art Editor Maurice Mackey Business Manager Miss Andrews Facidty Business Manager Aaaiatanl SiiUora Edmund Montgomery Oren Lewis QIlaBS SditarB Dorothy Spanagel Frank Miller Mary Brown Elizabeth James Art tiiilura Jane Haas Ruth Stanfield Helen Lewis Lois Hall Calvin Dobbins Charles Blumer Aasiatant Masiwas Hattagpra Mary Goodloe Billings Joe Andrews Shirley Faulkconer eoromaL AGNES A. ANDREWS, ' 20 ILEAMING THROUGH the dark periods of the world ' s history there has always been one spark that has saved men from despair — the saving grace of individualism. It may be displayed in a rude drawing, or in a perfected, exquisite painting ; in a crude mis-spelled protest against tj ' ranny, or in the Areopagitica of a Milton; but when a mind has something to say — that one talent which is death to hide will reveal itself. This individualism may display itself in a way pleasing, perhaps to some, but at variance with accepted ' aws and customs; this must be guarded against. The old law of the greatest good for the greatest number has its foundations deep in truth ; this is realized by those who are conscious of the fact that civilization and humanity are here not to serve, but to be served. It is time for the world as a whole to recognize that any man, no matter how gifted he may be, or what genius he may possess, is important only as he serves others. And, when a man, though he has the greatest mind of the age, oversteps the bounds that sane law and belief impose, he is a Bolshevik, be his home Russia or Seymour, his crime wanton murder and destruction, or the hanging of class colors after pledging himself not to do so. However, the minds of comparatively few run in the channels of out and out disobedience. In most persons this necessity for expression finds vent in some way innocent or artistic, probably both. This is what this, our Annual, supplies — a means of expression for the three hundred students of Shields High School. Very naturally the pages of a book limited in size and extent cannot con- tain all the material donated ; very naturally only the best is accepted. However, this is no discouragement to those who really have inclination toward this line of work. In fact, it is rather a stimulus; for he may see the growth of his work, as his four high school years pass. Thus a two-fold purpose is served by the Patriot: it is a means of self-expression, and it materially helps the English departments of the school, by training those so inclined to write stories and articles, whose sphere of influence will extend beyond the teacher ' s waste basket. We, the class of nineteen twenty take this opportunity to thank the busi- ness men who have so kindly aided us with their advertisements; aU who have attended the benefit picture shows, bought at our sales, or aided us in any way. :yv l ■ l y -y « SS t : 15IS-1S20 OPAL CMl? 551 24 8 ' Be a Voice d nr ecBo WILLIAM ABEL Girls are useless inventions who waste a man ' s time borrowing his knife. BESSIE ABELL One of the chief reasons why Mr. Carson changes the personnel of the Northwest corner of the Assembly room daily. HAZEL ACKERET ' High school boys are nice — but there are others. FRED ACKERMAN ' sit alone with Alice, And I play her my trombone; Now, sad to say, when I play, All she does is moan. AGNES ANDREWS ' A good man is hard to find. IVIARY GOODLOE BILLINGS She ' s first on the honor roll, yet every other boy in the Senior class is crazy about her. HELEN BLAIN The original bahy vamp — and she can cook, too. CHARLES BLL IER Sure this Senior ' s artistic — look at the letter- ing in this book. KARL BRASKETT The lad who put the jazz in sax. FELIX CADOU Polishcr-in-Chief of tlie post at the late lamented Fedennann ' s. Appearances indicate that he is now doing his best to wear off the brick edges of the 7iew building. MAE CARE TTie more I see of some people the better I like my dog. ANNA HOLLAND CARTER If Seymour were scJieduled to play the cham- pions of Mars, Dutch would charter an airplane and go up to yell. LOUISE CARTER Date last night, Date the night before, Going to have a date tonight. If I never have a date any more. ELLA CLEMENTS ' Are you spoofing me, you old dearf MARIAN CRABB A living proof that there ' s nothing in a name. OPAL CRAIG One of those people who ought to be sup- pressed, or given a gold medal, or something; she takes a fiendish delight in irregular French verbs. NEWTON DAY Newt ' s a fine drummer, but he has an over developed sense of humor. IRENE DEHLER If you look but once at I , ' Twould appear she ' s rather shy; CecU looked some more, looked a lot, And to him she sure was not. MONCLOVA FIELDS it were only leap year aJl the time! EVERETT FOSTER Everett made liimself immortal in Jiis Junior year hy declaring that Keats in his Ode to a Grecian Urn called the figures cold becatise they were on a frieze; and in his Senior year he surprised us with his Ode to a Flivver. HARRY GOTTBERG Who ' s the pest who invented girl graduate books f FRANCES GREEN ' It is good for us to be here. JANE HAAS An artist with, pen and coiffure. MERRILL HARSH I love my French. Ok yes, I don ' t! And as for study — simply won ' t. MARY LOUISE HONAN We have a h.unch that next year finds Mary Louise some place near Purdue — and MARGARET HOPEWELL Peggy cherishes a secret sorrow in her heart, a dark tragedy in her life — she really did break Mr. Ellis ' camera. DOROTHY HUBER DorotJiy ' s third left finger looks doggone suspicious to us. GARRISON HUMES I obey the command, ' Love thy (female) neighbor as thyself! ' DORA JOHNSON She has to keep a card index of her beaux. CECIL JONES Cecil shakes a wicked mandolin. RUBY JUDD If you find an evening that Ruby stays alone, you ' re doing well. ELLA MAE KRUWELL Quietness and very few speeches Make one ' s complexion like cream and peaches. HELEN LEWIS If Helen doesn ' t rival Whistler, Sargent and Company some day, it won ' t be her fault. OREN LEWIS every member of the team had played as Jud did, ive ' d have had the championship of North America. -  ELNORA LOCKMUND Elnora has one of those complexions which make us girls sigh with envy, when we learn that they can ' t he bought. MAUEICE MACKEY Self-appointed lord of the universe — hut of course a woman lords it over him. EDWARD MASSMAN In his Senior year Ed wanted a novelty — so he tried studying. GLADYS MAY ive knew half as much about Latin as Gladys does, we ' d wander around the hall with our nose in the air, and talk to Minerva and Miss Abel only. LUCILE MISAMORE A leading exponent of basket ball fer wtmmen. EDMUND MONTGOMERY A disease that never bothers him — C sick- ness. DORIS NORBECK Poet, violinist, debater and basket-ball-ette. Can the gods ask moref ARTHUR PHILLIPS ' Duck, here comes a girl. fp KATHRYN RBIDER True love, at last. MIRIAM RINNE They say ignorance is bliss. That ' s why I ' m often unhapy. MALCOLM ROUTT After conducting Aeneas through the under- world, Malcolm was perfectly willing to let him stay there. Alas! the teacher said no! EDNA RUDDICK When she ' s assigned one hundred lines of VergU, she gets one hundred and ten. Amen! KATHRYN SCHAEFER Owner of the original smUe-tJiat-won ' t-come- off. ANNA SCHMIDT It isn ' t safe to stick around Anna — sTie might put you in a poem. HOWARD SCHULTZ Though I may roam both far and near, My heart with S. H. S. stays right here. EUGENE SMITH At present his heart is unattached. Line forms to your right. DOROTHY SPANAGEL She is graduating, and yet slie went on a snipe hunt and held the bag. LEO SPRAY A true public benefactor, and now that its all over, the nature of his benefactions may be re- vealed — t ' was he who bought out the confec- tioneries, brought them to school and distributed them. RUTH STAXPIELD Partner in the Siamese tunns corporation of Stanfield-Thomas. CLARENCE STEINWEDEL Having been one of the best men on the team, and the best man at a wedding, Steinie thinks it ' s about time to begin being best man in some one ' s heart. MARGARET THOMAS What is school without a Margaret? She is everything from assistant principal to dish- washer after doss parties. EMMA JIAUD WESNER ' I ' m so small I can ' t speak for myself. Ask Cecil! KENNETH WHITMAN Whit ' s tried everything once, except thinking. HELEN WOLTERS Helen ' s absence in the latter part of the year caused a gap that is hard to fU. COl PS 012 T Bm se cprm Aace-seey ouR HENRY ABBETT PEARL ACKERET WANETA ALBRICH JOE ANDREWS TIPTON BLISH HOWARD BLXTMER WILLIAM BRACKEMEYEB EDWINA CARSON CALVIN DOBBINS ENOS DOWLING FLORENCE DOWNING FRANCES DOWNS MARGUERITE EDGAR SHIRLEY FAULKCONEB MILDRED FETTIG ROBERT GRAESSLE MABEL GREEN MARGARET GUTHRIE ELLSWORTH HAGEL ALLAN HANAUEB HARRY HEDGES ORVILLE HILL GARNET HOOKER DOROTHY HORNING FLORENCE FLORENCE HUFNAGEL TOM HUMES OMA JACKSON ESTHER JONES ALMA KRUGE BUBYL LIND HELEN LINKE WILLIAM MAINS CHARLES MAPLE FRANK MILLER FRANCIS MISCH FRANCIS NIEHAUS EARL PARKER ESTHER PHILLIPS ELSIE REIDEB ALBA ROGERS LOUIS SCHAEFER ALICE SEYMOUR JACK SHIEL OLIVE STANTS GLENN SUTTON LUCILE WALTERS BERTHA WELLER GEORGE WELLEB WIETHOFF ihe 5opftooaopes RUBY ACKEEET BRUNOW ALHBRAND CONSTANCE ADAMS CHESTER AULT FLORENCE BECKER EDITH BEIKMAN HOWARD BLUMEE GLADYS BREITFIELD PAULA BEEITFIEUJ MARY BROWN OWEN CARTER HARRIET CLARK EMMALINE COLLINS JOHN DEAL OSCAR FENTON FRANCIS FETTIG CHESTER FILL ALICE FOSTER LEONA GILLMAN FRANCIS GILL ROBERT GRAESSLE VIVIAN HAMILTON LOAT HARREL LAWRENCE HATFIELD STELLA HOLLEWELL JOHN HUNTER CLARENCE HYATT WILLIAM IRWIN LOUISE JOHNSON BAY JULIAN PAUL KAMMAN EDWIN KASTING WILBUR KASTING ARTHUR KAUFMAN MATILDA KESSLEE KATHRYN KIRSCH ZACK KRIENHAGEN FOREST KYSAE MARIE KYSAE GLADYS LEE ELOISE LEE CARL MALICK ROBERT MANN HAROLD MISAMORE IRENE MONROE MARGARET RIEHL MAURICE MONTGOMERY LEONARD PFAFFENBERGER FERN RHODES RUTH EOBEETSON CHARLES ROSS HERSCHEL RUDDICK LLOYD SCHAFBR ESTHER SEIFKEB DOROTHY SMITH CARRIE STEWART NELLIE STEWART LOUISE WERNING GEORGE WILSON LUCILE WINKENHOFEE TTie ppgshoaen LEWIS ADAMS MAEIE ADAMS EUNICE ALEXANDER OPAL BALDWIN WILBUR BALDWIN PEARL BANTA NORMA BARKMAN ROBERT BARBOUR INEZ BEUKMAN JAMES BLACK FRANCIS BLEVINS LILLIAN BUHNER KARL BUHNER MARTIN BUHNER FLORA BURBRINK ELVA CARTER CONRAD CHRISTIE PHENIAS CLOUS CLARENCE COMBS HAZEL COVERT RAYMOND DAILY OSBURN FISCHBACK MILDRED GLASSON EUSSEL GLASSON JAMES GRUBER LOIS HALL MARGUERITE HAMILTON RALPH HAMILTON HARDIN HANCOCK MAURICE HAPER MINNIE MAY HELT AILEEN HOPE EVA HEIN ERNEST HERRING HARRY HODAPP JAMES HONAN WALTER HYATT WILLIAM IRVIN CATHERINE JAMES ELIZABETH JAMES MARY JUDD BEENICE KAMMAN DOROTHY KELLY EDWIN KASTING WILBUR KASTING CHARLES KEACH RALPH KEITH GLEN KELLY MILLARD KENDALL HENRY KNOTT LYDIA KRUGE MARIE LANE ALLEN LANE ROYAL LESTER ESTHER LEHMEN VERA LOCKMUND EARL McCANN HEESCHEL RUDDICK RUBY MONTGOMERY LAURA NUSS MAURICE OLINGEE NELLIE PEASE STAFORD REED LESLIE RUSSEL LAWRENCE RUDDICK EMERSON SEWARD OSCAR SHORT VICTOR SHIER ERMA STARK ELMA STARK HELEN SHANNON DOEOTHY STORY CLIFFORD STOEY FRANKLIN SWAIN BYRL SHIELD LOUISE TASKEY EARL THOMPSON CARL VORNHOLT WALTER VON FANGE ue ppssfioaen BERTRAM ADAMS HUGH ANDREWS ROY ARBUCKLE ARTHUR BECKER THELMA BELL FLORENCE BLAIN RAYMOND BLUMER HELEN CBABB ETHEL DUNN FRANCIS EUDALY KENNETH COSSET MILTON HANAUER HUBERT HEFGES ESTHER HEIWEG GLAYDS HOPPLE RUTH HUMES JARVIS HYATT MARY JOHNSON CHARLES LEWIS DOROTHY MAHORNEY VANEDA MOORE CARL ROGERS ELIZABETH SMITH MARIAN SIMON EDNA SIMON LEONARD TAULMAN NINA TULLIS GLEN UTTERBACK CORNELIUS WALKER IRENE McCLINTOCK MURIELOW ROBBINS Sfi01IlBA! AWa5SkeBeHR5oT: D OA i syne? me ciuB MABGUEEITE EDGAB, Pianist MAEY GOODLOE BrLLINGS HELEN BLABST KARL BBASKETT MAEY BEOWl ANNA HOLLAND CAETEE LOtnSE CAETEE MAELAN CEABB CALVDSr DOBBINS FLOEENCE DOWNING FRANCIS DOWNS FEANCIS GEEEN MAEGAEET GUTHEIE LOIS HALL EVA HEZN MAEY LOUISE HONAN MARGARET HOPEWELL ELIZABETH JAMES CECIL JONES RUBY JUDD EAY JULIAN EOBEET KEACH HELEN LEWIS ELNOEA LOCKMUND VESA LOCKMUND MAUEICE MACKEY WILLIAM MAINS CHAELES MAPLE lEENE MONEOE D0EI8 NOEBECK ESTHEE PHILLIPS KATHEYN EEIDEE MIEIAM EINNE DOROTHY SMITH EUGENE SMITH DOEOTHY SPANAGEL EEMA STARK ELMA STARK CLARENCE STEINWEDEL BERTHA WELLEE LOUISE WEENING EMMA WESNEE FLOEENCE WIETHOFT LUCILE WINKENHOFEB mm SCHOOL oRcnerRa Piano MABGUEEITE EDGAB First Violin AILEEN HOPE ELLSWORTH HAGEL DOROTHY SMITH ELIZABETH SMITH JAMES HONAN MEBBILL HABSH EMMALINE COLLINS Mandolin CECIL JONES First Cornet CLABENCE STEINWEDEL Second Violin ELMA STABK EEMA STABK MADELINE EAEBUEN FRANCIS FETTIG FBANCIS EICHABT GLADYS STEVENS DOBOTHY WALTERS PEAEL BANTA ETHEL DUNN Second Cornet EAEL PABKEB HABVEY GEEEN Cello ELGIN EUCKEE Bass Trombone FEED ACKEBMAN Treble Trombone EUGENE SMITH Saxaphones KABL BBASKETT FBANCIS GEILE JOE ANDBEWS KATHEYN KIESCH CHAELES MAPLE Drums NEWTON DAY ClUBS About the middle of the second semester, Miss Andrews decided, on the receipt of many requests to form clubs to be used for the purposes the students chose. Among those projected were : Dramatic Club, French Club, Music Club, Sewing Club, Historical Club, and Sketch Club. Some met perhaps once ; others were more fortunate. The Sketch Club in particular had a flourishing existence ; the Sewing Club was another strong one which weathered the storms of forget- fulness. The Sketch Club was perhaps the most popular. Miss Paul served refreshments. The Seniors this year have had a particularly good time ; they had a masked party on Hallowe ' en, a Christmas party, one in January, and a party for the Juniors in April. In May came the banquet given by the losing side in the Patriot selling contest, captained by Oren Lewis, to the win ning side, headed by Doris Norbeck. In the next week was the trip to Brown County with a snipe hunt for amusement, and in the last week came the usual commencement festivities, with emphasis on the Junior banquet and the Alumni dinner dance. m6i2Sci200L Biscussioi? ]f A9ue Indiana University yearly sends out among the high schools of the State a subject for discussion. Elimination contests are held in classes, then in schools, counties, congressional districts, and finally the vtdnner of the district contests goes to Indiana University, where a final tryout is held. Frank MUler this year won the honors in the school, vanquished the representative from Cortland, and won the district contest at North Vernon, going from there to Bloom- ington. He was not the victor in the State contest, but all the school is optimistic about his chances next year. SToP TRiep PRESENTED BY THE SENIOR CLASS, 1920 May 24, 1920 Joan Can- Mary Goodloe Bilungs Mrs. Carr Maby Louise Honan Caroline Carr Kathkyn Reider Madge Carr Bessie Abell Nell, Jack ' s accomplice Agnes Andrews William Carr Cecil Jones James Cluney Garrison Humes Mr. Jamison Eugene Smith Dr. Willoiighhy Edmund Montgomery Rev. Dr. Splevin Merrill Harsh Jack Doogan, the thief Oren Lewis Joe Thompson, the detective Edward Massman Sergeant of Police William Abel Police Officer O ' Malley Charles Blumer Police Officer Clancy Howard Schultz Police Officer O ' Brien Arthur Phillips A Cliauffeur Clarence Steinwedel a R iROp sixes PRESENTED BY THE SENIOR CLASS 1920 May 25, 1920 George BNettletonl (Leo Spray T. Boggs Johns ) Maurice Mackey Krome, their bookkeeper Fred Ackerman Miss Sally Parker, their stenographer Margaret Thomas Thomas J. Vanderholt, their lawyer Harry Gottberg Tony Toler, their salesman. Newton Day Mr. Applegate Karl Braskett Office Boy Newton Day Shipping Clerk Everett Foster Mrs. George Nettleton Irene Dehler Miss Florence Cole Dorothy Spanagel Coddles, an English maid of all work Louise Carter mm rKoo An Oriental American Fantastique presented by the John B. Rogers Producing Company under the auspices of the Seymour Public Schools, on Monday and Tuesday, February 23 and 24, 1920. Katcha-Koo, a fakir Cash McOsker MararajaJi of Hunga, an East Indian Romeo . . . Akthur Wilde Harry Bradstone, a collector of adventures . . . Felix Cadoxj Bick Horton, a collector of antiques Robert Kjeach Mrs. Cliattie Gadden, a rich American widow . . Ella Clements Dolly, her charming daughter Adelaide Gasaway Prudence, another charming daughter Mary Gillespie Sole jail, an ex-wizard Mary Louise Honan TJrhanaJi, head supplicator Ethel Rottman Boodypali, a slave Paul Becker CMn CMn Foo, Chinese wife of the Maharajah . . Kathryn Hancock Braziilitata, Brazilian wife Louise Carter Patsy Killdare, Irish wife Katheyn Reider Isabelle Elyssee, French wife Dorothy Spanagel Volee, the Dancer Harriett Montgomery Italians, Belgians, French, Auld Lang Syne Group, Veiled Dancers, Polo Dancers, Yankee Dixie Girls, English Jackies, Priests, Oriental Slaves, Priestesses, and Sammies. aTfeifncs v mvy B sKer b il THE HIGH School Athletic Association was reorganized in November, with Robert Keach as president and Shirley Faulkconer as treasurer. The subject of the indoor sports for winter was taken up, with emphasis on basket ball. About three-fourths of the students responded to the campaign for members and were duly enrolled. Basket ball, the major sport of the season, was the first to be given attention. Besides the holdovers from last year ' s team, Keach, Lewis, Niehaus and Bracke- meyer, twenty prospective players assembled in the gym to try out for the Varsity. Great interest was taken in the game and a good team was organized. Several weeks of strenous practice ensued, and the season was opened with the victory over Brownstown. The basket ball year was one of great interest, not only to the students, but to the people in the town. The fact that the gym was packed to overflowing at every game demonstrated repeatedly the necessity for a new and larger room. „ ,„„ Oren Lewis, ' 20 Keach, Forward Lewis, Guard Mackey, Center Montgomery, Forward Steinwedel, Guard THE ANNUAL Interelass Basket Ball Tournament was held this year in the gym on October 21, 22 and 23, with the Seniors victors as usual. The members of the victorious squad were Keach and Montgomery, forwards, each having a mean eye for the basket, Mackey, who held down the pivotal position of center in good form, and Lewis and Steinwedel who spent their time breaking up the opponents plays. Massman and Schaefer were the official bench warmers, and it was their yells that won the games. The most closely contested game was that between the Seniors and Juniors with the former winning 14 to 13. Oren Lewis, ' 20 ROBERT KEACH Captain and Forward CLARENCE STEINWEDEL Guard OREN LEWIS Guard WnXIAM BRACKEMEYEK CSuard OSCAS FENTON Forward YAR§ity s cnemi Seymour 45 Brownstown 6 Seymour 11 Columbus 22 Seymour 33 North Vernon 7 Seymour 28 Hopewell 37 Seymour 41 Lawrenceburg 10 SejTnour 32 • • North Vernon 14 Seymour 74 Jeffersonville 11 Seymour 16 Brownstown 21 Seymour 13 Columbus 18 SejTnour 36 Hopewell 19 Seymour 15 Seottsburg 56 Seymour 44 Aurora 24 Seymour 38 Lawrenceburg 12 Seymour 28 Seottsburg 22 Seymour 30 Jeffersonville 17 Seymour 30 Loogootee 12 Seymour 22 Williams 12 Seymour 33 ■ Vallonia 16 Seymour 40 West Baden 11 Seymour 13 Bedford 39 Seymour ' s score 622 Opponent ' s score 362 Nov. 8. Nov. 14. Nov. 21. Dec. 5. Dec. 12. Dec. 19. Dec. 20. Jan. 9. Jan. 17. Jan. 23. Jan. 30. Feb. 6. Feb. 13. Feb. 27. Feb. 28. March 5. March 5. March 6. March 6. March 6. When you ' re up you ' re up, When you ' re down you ' re down; When you ' re up against Seymour, You ' re upside down. RMSCROOLMsemit SHIRLEY FAUliKCONER, ' 21 Seymour organized a baseball team this year for the first time, and booked games with several high schools. Much interest was taken in the sport, among the feminine portion of the school as well as the more vitally con- cerned section. Our chief rival of the season was Columbus, giving us special cause for antagonism by the two close defeats our basket ball team received at their hands. In the first game, at Colum- bvis, they defeated us, as the diamond was much inferior to the one to which our boys were accustomed. The second game, at Seymour, went 12 to 2 in favor of Seymour, with Stein- wedel and Lewis starring. The former had fourteen strikeouts to his credit, and the latter made two triples and a double in four trips to the plate. Much enthusiasm was aroused by the good showing the team made and the hard practices they went through; the games were always well attended. The Park Board, under the leadership of Mr. WiUis Johnson and Mr. Fred Abel, caught some of the enthusiasm and very courteously set about altering the play- ing conditions of the field by making extensive improvements. Paul, E. Cakson Athletic Coach THE TEAIVI Catchers — Lewis, Baldwin Pitchers — Steinvfedel, Wilson First Base — Cadou Second Base — Nlehaus Third Base — Parker Short-stop — Braskett Right Field — Whitman Center Field — Mercer Left Field — Coombs Utility Infield — Deal Utility Outfield — Glasson Coaches — Henderson and Carson A NlQlRyBftW mmh a cneepaiL amhmice HOW TO READ A LATIN SENTENCE. First, begin in the middle of the sentence; if there isn ' t a middle, make one. Read the adverbs first, then the prepositions, don ' t try to find their meanings, probably they haven ' t any. Now, count the number of chapters in the book and try to decide the reason the author had for making it that number, possibly this will help you with your prepositions and adverbs. Beginning with the sentence again, count all the nouns and see how many you can do without; meanings are still unnecessary. If the sentence does not make sense now, read the adjectives. If it still refuses to say what you want it to, read the verbs, but do this only as a last resort, and not then if you can get Miss Abel to read it for you. Now that you have made the sentence read your way, try to find out what the author meant to say, and then decide which is the better translation. To find what the author was saying, it will probably be necessary to look up all the nouns and substitute them for the adverbs; you might as well substitute the adjectives for the prepositions, for all the good it will do. If you have followed directions carefully, you are perhaps a bit confused, and had better start over again. Look carefully to see if there is a misprint. If so, substitute some word for it, no matter what. Ask your seat-mate how he got the sentence, and if he has it different, point out his mistake and con- vince him that he is wrong. Show him these instructions, and ask him to go over the sentence with you according to them. He may call you several hard names, but never mind, he ' s wrong, not you. Maybe he thinks that it is the French or Spanish sentence that he memorized last night. TeU him this, he will appreciate it. Now, turn to your sentence again. Remove all the punctuation and other marks, and every other word. This will reduce the number of words and the meaning of the sentence to a minimum on the level with your intelligence if you have followed my advice, if you haven ' t, you probably have the sentence anyway. G. W., ' 21 EXTRACT PROM FRESHMAN STORY. On hearing the Ford outside, King Arthur took off his helmet, sat down on the davenport, lit his cigar, and adjusted his reading lamp, that he might more easily read the account of the tragedies of prohibition in the evening paper, until Lancelot should drive up in his new airplane. Miss Kessler — One day William .e channel. How d ' e vou qe-t ihcil: wa ' ? Birds e viftw 3onfie bird! Kill it ! Where ' s Grace? Tfl09€ bloomjn ' brothers «6 iiiiimiiiij Attention wanted Here boy f Ors t kBth| hams Lon ] ' bo j Growing up iO« o3 THE TEN COMMANDMENTS KEVISED, OR THE EFFECT OF BIBLE STUDY ON THE STUDENT. I. I am Shields, thy school, who brings thee out of the land of ignorance, out of the place of inability. II. Thou shalt uphold school athletics. III. Thou shalt give the Patriot a real boost. IV. Remember the study period to keep it quiet. V. Honor thy teachers and officials that thy day be short in school, and full of honors. VI. Thou shalt not kill time. VII. Thou shalt not fall in love with thy teacher. VIII. Thou shalt not misguide or tease a Freshie. IX. Thou shalt not throw waste paper on the floor. X. Thou shalt not copy thy classmate ' s answers nor anything that is thy classmate ' s. BiU sat still in meditation, Grace sat still in concentration; Neither offered consolation. For both were held by fascination. Can You Imagine — Donald Miller saying a kind word for anyone? Calvin Dobbins in Mr. Phillips clothes and vice-versa? Charles Maple with energy? Hickey Faulkconer valedictorian of the class of ' 21 ? The same lad letting a day pass w ithout a visit to the Commercial? Owen Carter and Ed Massman as Latin stars? Jane Haas with a case? Olive Stants without one? Ackerman, pere or iils, with enough hair ? Elsie Reider studying the classics? Pink Cadou with his lessons, especially French, prepared? Pink with black hair ? Leonard Taulman leading yells? Agnes Andrews with her mouth shut? Mr. Dishinger and Mr. Carson in the veiled dance. Prof. Mott playing seven come eleven? Frank Mili er, on receiving 100% on his Latin paper — Miss Abel, if I ' d had time to prepare, I ' d have done better. The basket ball schedules are banned in Miss Hancock ' s classes on the ground of being red literature. NOV OoMT LET_) J I ME SHrf, ' (now FJLIX VoJv. Do Trti5. STORn CENTER Miss Sutherland — Merrill, are you in the draft? Tubby — No, I wasn ' t old enough. Mr. Phillips — Garnet, what is regelation? Garnet Hooker — When you cut a hunk of ice in two and don ' t. Miss Hancock — Keats lived in a loft over a livery stable for a long time. Edmund Montgomery — No wonder his ideas were lofty. Miss Gasaway — Shirley, define a chord. S. L. F. — Well, it ' s something similar to a piece of string. Margaeet Hopewell — Pete, you know I ' ll Be Happy When the Preacher Makes You Mine? Pete, realizing that it ' s leap year — Oh, Peggy, this is so sudden. Clakence Coombs, raising the window— Conrad, do you feel that air? Conrad Christie — That ' ere what? WHAT ' S THE USB? Weep and you ' re called a baby, Laugh and you ' re called a fool ; Yield and you ' re called a coward. Stand and you ' re called a mule. Smile and they ' ll call you siUy, Frown and they ' ll call you gruff. Put on a front like a millionaire, And some guy ' U call your bluff. E. c. p., ' 21 Miss Sutherland — Of course you understand the difference between a picket and a sentinel? P. K. M.— Sure, a picket is a walking sentinel. Butch Brockhoff — And a sentinel is a standing picket. May, 1920 — Seniors crowd office searching for credits, but they can ' t find them there. DOOMSDAY, DECEMBER 17, 1919. When we awoke this morning, ' Twas our profound belief, That this was our last day on earth, The fatal seventeenth; And when a ehurchbell sounded Across the mist and snow. It seemed that each one thought that he Heard Gabriel ' s trumphet blow. B. w., ' 21 Miss Davison, in Senior class meeting — Yes, this play is fine. I had a date for it with Mr. McConaughey about two months ago. assoT ' bs.dL Tluts JMa -r par ' t of The «aom ..«. R jy T nws V. iTn t Huyrvpt - Wvv| Hurrah for the Vhvte Sox! DaiVefc Vi-n ei aeK-flboo! 7 ' ! ' , ' T TKev caofv Afford aforti AN IDEAL SCHOOL. Where credits are given to members of the matinee class. Skipping is considered an art, and notewriting a form of composition. Refreshments are served at each recitation. There ' s a class in dancing, with a real jazz band. There ' s a twenty minute hour, with straight A ' s for overtime. The school board furnishes pennies for matching. Smoking rooms and pooita bles are provided at convenient intervals along the hall. There are better sleeping conditions. Cases are encouraged! All the teachers are handsome young bachelors. Grace and BUI, They ' ve got it bad ! Hickey and Elsie, too; They make an observer blue. Cases like those are almost sad, Kenneth and Mary, Fair lass and brave lad, To each other are surely true ; Perhaps it ' s only just a fad, Let ' s hope it ' s never through. The fineness of the Senior when he ' s fine. And the kindness of the Junior when he ' s kind, And the keeness of the Sophie when he ' s keen, Don ' t half make up for the greeness of the Preshie when he ' s green. Miss Paul — Make the circle round and paint it dark black. Miss Howe — Examine the lettuce carefully for instincts. Miss Gasaway — Who was Mascagni? Bert — The son of a baker. Miss Abel — Agnes, what happened to Catiline after he lost his supporters? A. A. A.— I ' d rather not say. ADVICE TO FRESHMEN, Beware the paddle ! Cultivate a toothache every afternoon about 2 :30. Don ' t use the walk around the school, the lawn ' s much softer. Mrs. Wildman thinks it ' s customary to chew gum in S. H. S. Don ' t dis- illusion her. Make good use of the eraser. Practice makes (a) perfect (aim). If caught in the act of skipping, assert your rights. Remember it is now or never that we must put down these presumptuous teachers. Don ' t go to the poolroom when you skip — unless you ' re 21. And that doesn ' t mean the class of ' 21, either. Last, but a good long way from least — Girls, keep your eyes off the Senior boys. TARDIES. Hi ckery, dickery, dock, What can be wrong with your clock? You didn ' t get here for your class, you know, So we ' ve made up our minds that your clock is slow; Just set the alarm, if your clock is right And go to bed early, then be prompt and bright. Miss Kessler — Name a Greek dramatist. Charlie Keach — Shakespeare. Miss Paul — Where is the charcoal drawing class? Makgaket Riehl — ' ' Here I am. ' ' There is a boy, A silly fool. Who claims it fun To go to school. Allan H. to Margaret Edgar who has come into the gym and interrupted. Appreciation, Home to your Mountains. Me. PhtTiTiTPS in Practical Physics — To increase the distance between the two points, just unscrew the ratchet like any nut. C R50N L0OW NG_FOK 5WPPER5 FACULTY SPECS CHARLEy TERFORM WISREMV 11155 PAUL MISSDAVM nR-ACKE! - SKETCH CLUE. MODEL - xmn -1ii5andrew3 HOW THAT 0OOI YOU HAVE TO REAOBY TO-nORROW LOOKS TO m SM lLV.O Jt: CM I SEE m- PHILLIPS ? -, well S R U6 m tkiw6s have h ApPE-uto, aoT GRaessleTTTew r-oo better b£ cAREFui- of VoO( WECi ' Jane Haas, translating from French — When you look in the eyes of him. Miss Sutherland — Oh, Jane, you don ' t look in the eyes of him! Jane— Well, I do. Dorothy Spangel, after a Latin translation — Oh, that ' s not right! I didn ' t do it that way. Mae Carr — ' ' My motto : ' Never say die-t. ' ' ' Whitman ' s so lonesome and so blue, He hardly would know what to do ; If it weren ' t for his sweet friend Mary, Who cheerfully helps him his troubles to carry. This Time Next Year — Ed Massman will be buying his own tobacco and matches — maybe? Pink Cadou will be doing nothing, and K. Whitman will be helping him. Maurice Mackey will be waiting for Margaret, and Margaret Hopewell wiU be doing the same for Pete Julian. Agnes Andrews will still be looking for a man. Ruby Judd — We promised not to tell. Bob Keach — Ask Kate ! Rows of Sophies all remind us. That the right way to go home ; Is a dark and lonely alley. By your lonesome, all alone. Miss Paul, on the disappearance of an onion from a stiU life — Where ' s that onion? Pete Julian — It ' s so strong that it jumped out the window! Miss Andrews — Oren, who is the king of Italy? JuD — Victrola Enamel. Mr. Phillips, in Solid Geometry— What does the G. 0. P. stand for? Pupii Grand Old Party. Speaking of Katcha-Koo, do you remember Prudence singing La la la la la la la la la — That ' s what he taught me to do? And the consideration displayed by the stage cat after inspecting the love scene between Dick and Dolly, in exiting at just the crucial moment? (With apologies to authors studied in English). So we ' ll go no more a skipping, So far away from school, Though the show be just as ripping. And Federmann ' s still doth rule. Toll for the Seniors, The ones that are no more ; All have passed away from school. Far through the Assembly door. General characteristic of Senior compositions — invisible ink. M. L. HoNAN — Yes, that ' s a prejudiced adjective. You may ask a boy to do a sum, Or give a recitation; You may ask a boy to please keep mum. Or do without vacation. But of this fact be ye convinced, You surely do not know ' em; Or you would never ask a boy To write a litte poem. E. F., ' 20 Miss Abel is like a younger brother; she knows too much to be safe. Miss Andrews — Lt. de Gennes was wounded twice in the service. Miss PAUii — All those hanging on the lines, please get their pictures. Glen Beatty — Is the curtain raiser before the game or after? Mrs. Wildman — Yes, I dislike Cooper ' s books. His women characters are so tame. ODE TO MARRIAGE. Times are hard, Boys are plenty, So don ' t marry Till you ' re twenty. My Reply Some girls are ' fraid. Others are bolder, But when a girl ' s twenty She ' s always older. E. C. P., ' 21. Miss Kessler — Students, look in your appendix and find the conjugation of nolo. Miss Davison — Earl, please lower the windows. Earl Parker — Do you want them up or down? Miss Abel — Give the Latin verb meaning to skate. Ed Massman- — ' ' Skato — slippere — f alii — bumptus. Miss Abel — ' ' Fallo — f ailere — flunki — suspendus. ' ' OPTIMISM. Here ' s to the Seniors, Here ' s to our class; May all the boys. All of them pass. Here ' s to the Seniors, Here ' s to our class ; May there be a man For every lass. M. L. H., ' 20 Among the other great events of February, the basket ball monkeys adopt a monkish haircut. Miss Kjessler — Harvey, give an imperative. ' Habvey — Be thou loved. Miss Kessler — Yes. Mr. Caeson — How many problems have you, James? Jim Honan — When I get this one and two more 111 have three. The clock stuck one, and the schoolhouse Was wrapped in the silence of night. While the moon shown through the windows, Conveniently furnishing light. Hark to a noise at the window; Two figures are seen to jump Down to the floor of the schoolroom, With a loud, resounding thump. The wicked deed is done, and the clock Strikes the hour of three, And, alas, the books are stacked, With only the clock to see. M. K., ' 22 Jack Shieli — I want to take that there Practical English awful bad. Miss Andrews — The fact is obvious. February 7, 1920 — Poolrooms close. Grades ascend. DEDICATED TO THE JUNIOR GIRLS You ' ve never been kissed before? My dear, that ' s really too weak! Still, it may be true and more. But you ' ve inherited some technique! Tom Humes — Mr. Dishinger, do we put the oral problems on the board? Miss Andrews — Robert, is this composition original? Bob Parker — No, ma ' am, I wrote it myself. IM Wditinq Vomp-proof Khaki Wub Votes for women The three qraces Romeo! Romeo! A reaular SeemorfT picture More action , The three discjraces Human octopus Bill Abel — Why is it that when a fellow kisses a girl she always closes her eyes ? Leo Sprat — That ' s easy. She ' s just told him that he was the first one and she ' s ashamed to look him in the face. Pink — What did Kenneth do last night? Brub — He had a date and a good time. Pink — How do you know? Brxjb — He broke his fountain pen. Mr. Moore, in Bible Study — Felix, how long did Solomon reign? Pink — Forty days and forty nights. Nell at Stop Thief practice— People, I am bored stiff. HiCKEY p. — Entering examination room — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, lest we forget, lest we forget. But Mary, on what grounds does your father object to me? On any grounds within a mile of the house. The dead of night. All is quiet and still. Even the moon veils her face, while the school building lies peacefully on its old location on Walnut Street. (Somehow it hardly ever gets up and walks around). Suddenly there is a flash; a loud cracking noise pervades the atmosphere. A blue light flares up again and again. Then all is still. Ghosts? No. Bookstacking ? No. Mr. Phillips new wireless. WH?iT NEXT Aut0grapij0 A fT , -i 1 1 A r k f vc A V ' f |H i % w v i - ™ M The Next Important Date After GRABVATION is the WEDDING DAY AND THEN COMES THE SELECTION OF FURNITURE FOR YOUR NEW HOME. It ' s a pleasure to have your home beautifully furnished in good furniture. We will be glad to sliow you through our stock. Come In. Let ' s Get Acquainted. HOOVER ' C ome Furnisher iJ SEYMOUR INDIANA High School Clothes At Your Sennce, Sir — WITH MERCHANIDSE OF THE BETTER SORT. HART SCHAFFNER MARX CLOTHCRAFT AND FRIEDMAN CLOTHING DUNLAP AND HAWES HATS ELGIN AND MARYLAND SHIRTS INTERWOVEN, ONYX and BLACK CAT HOSIERY BOSTONIAN SHOES TO SATISFY YOV IS OUR MOTTO CARTER-COLLINS CO. YOUNG MENS FIXIN ' S SEYMOUR :-: INDIANA Frank J. Voss, President W. E. Welleb, Secretary The American Mutual Life Insurance Company WAS BORN IN SEYIMOUR. For six years it has quietly grown into a pupil of school age. Once a little Tad just as all other companies vvcie at first. But You ought to see us now. Home Office LOERTZ BUILDING. 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— MODERN CLOTHING CO. FOR GOOD CLOTHES AND FINE FURNISHINGS FOR MEN SEYIVIOUR INDIANA Have Your CLEANING and PRESSING Done by F. SCIARRA Phone R 317 South Chestnut Street SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA THE SPARTA SEYMOUR BUSINESS COLLEGE The Job Seeks You if You are Trained. This is a thorough school, a practical school, a popular school, and con- sequently a prosperous school. It educates young people practically, and supplies schools with skillful teachers of the commercial branches, and business men with capable bookkeepers and expert stenographers. It ' s constituency is composed of a class of young men and women who seek Superior Advantages and will be satisfied with nothing less. Information free. UNPRECENDENTED DEMAND FOR OUR GRADUATES. Enter any time — now is the best time. SEYMOUR BUSINESS COLLEGE, Morris M. Edgar, President. The School that Makes a Speciality of Each Student. 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 SPRINGTIME The Season of SUITS AND SPORT COATS IS HERE. AND The Gold Mine Department Store Embarks Upon Another Anniversary of Leadership in the Presentation of SMART, TRIG AND STYLE AUTHENTIC. SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA l kSDlemsts used BLlSH FLOUR. lAL FLOUR Bluk Milling CvaifMir wtltilukcc] ■ yi a « •ill u tbfl vtcurty of tb« fttttnt biuuM _ 1658-1920 We Stake Our Reputation on it BLISH MILLING COMPANY America ' s First Mill SEYMOUR INDIANA F. H. HEIDEMAN (Funeral Director) PARAMOUNT PHONOGRAPHS FURNITURE PIANOS RUGS LINOLEUM 114-116 S. Chestnut St. SEYMOUR + INDIANA CIGARS TOBACCOS F. H. GATES SON MORSE ' S AND LOWNEY ' S BOX CANDY SEYMOUR INDIANA 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 A. R. ENOS dealer in all kinds of GRAIN, HAY, FLOUR, PEED AND COAL Office and Coal Yard North, Chestnut Street Phone M-353 Seymour _ _ _ Indiana LIGHT HEAT Phone 499 POWER INTERSTATE PUBLIC SERVICE CO. South Chestnut Street Seymour Indiana THE JACKSON COUNTY LOAN £f Of AND TRUST COMPANY Gf Gf Our Savings Depeurtment Pays 3° o Compound Interest J. H. Andrews, President J. P. Matlock, Secretary J. B. Thompson, V ice-President J. V. Richart, Treasurer J. P. HoNAN, Trust Officer Coal Cold Storage Ice USE RAYMOND CITY COAL FOR ALL PURPOSES EBNER ICE AND COLD STORAGE COMPANY DISTRIBUTERS SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA A COMPLETE DRUG STORE FEPElMMn Service and Quality WEST SECOND STREET mkmlm Tnire iinndl Tiis!b Twenty Percent Heavier than Any Other Tire of the Same Size. Prices Below that of Any Other Make. HOADLEY ' S TIRE DEPARTMENT See Us Before You Buy SEYMOUR INDIANA AS STYLE HEADQUARTERS IN SEYIMOUR WE ARE EXCLUSIVE DEALERS nsr SOCIETY BRAND CLOTHES COLLEGIAN CLOTHES and KIRSCHBAUM CLOTHES These clothes will dress you up to your ambitions. Your improved appearance vill invite prosperity to knock at your door. Even if you ake only looking we ' ll be glad to show them. Our great business Jias attained its present size by being built on a solid foundation of value giving and courteous dealings. O Collegrian Clothes 1920 VaTid Adi«r lions CsBpaay Adlolplln Sll(iniii!W(idl(iI ' STYLE HEADQUARTERS — Where Society Brand Clothes are sold Every Modern rlome Must ITave A Xelephone SOUTHERN INDIANA TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH CO. L. C. GRIFFITTS. President CARTER PLUMBING CO. First Class Plumbing ELECTRIC WIRING AND FIXTURES All Work and Material Guaranteed 171 2 E. Second St. Phone 237 SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA FIRST NATIONAL BANK Capital $100,000.00 Surplus 75,000.00 C. D. BiLUNGS President 0. H. Montgomery . . . Vice-Pre sident John A. Keeglek .... Cashier We Solicit Your Patronage We Pay 3% on Time Deposit SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA BILL BOOKS AND PASS CASES M. HUBER BRO. WALK-OVER AND SELBY SHOES FOR THE GRADUATES We Talk Quality — Not Price J. FETTIG CO. SECOND STREET OFFICE SECOND FLOOR, HANCOCK BLDG. —BICYCLE REPAIRING— A SPECIALTY Complete Line of E. C. BOLLINGER Bicycles, Tires and Sundries THE REAL CARLSON HARDWARE ESTATE MAN COMPANY 106 W. Second Street SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA USE MILK FOR ECONOMY USE SWENGLE ' S for SAFETY CARPETS STOVES A. H. DROEGE FURNITURE DEALER South Chestnut Street SEYMOUR INDIANA Dresses, Suits, Waists and Coats DRY GOODS STORE Two Entrances — Second and Chestnut Everything in Jewelry Prices are Right, too THE BEST engraving ALWAYS MESEKE JEWELRY SHOP 16 South Chestnut Street SEYMOUR INDIANA PROMPT DELIVERY Oiit-of-Season VEGETABLES and FRUITS Privilege of Weekly Payments of Accounts Personal attention to the individual ivishes and tastes of our customers These and every other possible SERVICE WE FURNISH WITH OUR QUALITY GROCEEIBS PEOPLE ' S GROCERY Exclusive Agents for OLD MASTER Coffee Phone Main 170 Second and Chestnut Streets SEYMOUR, INDIANA SEYMOUR DAILY REPUBLICAN JAY C. SMITH, PubUsher United Press Leased Wire News. , Woman ' s Page on Thursdays. Continued Story Every Day. Sunday School Lesson, Fridays. Farmer ' s Page on Mondays. Bringing Up Father 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 BLUMER BARRIGER MEAT MARKET IF IT ' S CLEANING YOU WANT — dealers in FRESH AN DCURED MEATS OF ALL KINDS Phone 391 16 St. Louis Ave. Phone 125 115 S. Chestnut St. BAKE-RITE BAKERY THE HOME OP FRESH BREAD Phone 456 BUYERS AND SHIPPERS OF BUTTER, EGGS, AND POULTRY GOYERT-VOGEL CO. GEO. A. WINKENMOFEE, Manager. A Square Deal the Year Around Phone 69 Indianapolis Avenue WE HAVE Diamonds, Watches and Jewelry of every kind. Plus Fair Prices and a Service that Aims to Protect Your Interest as We Would Our Own. GEORGE F. KAMMAN, JEWELER and OPTOMETRIST Phone 249 Seymour, Indiana THE TRAVIS CARTER COMPANY Manufacturers of HIGH GRADE MILL WORK, VENEERED DOORS and INTERIOR FINISH Deauer in LUMBER, SHINGLES, LATH, SASH and DOORS SEYMOUR INDIANA EDW. L. NEWKIRK — THE — RACKET STORE BARBER Wants Your Trade Telephone 472 DOMESTIC STEAM If it ' s novelties you want in Footwear, it ' s DEHLER LAUNDRY Corner Second and Pine Streets who ' s got them DEHLER SHOE STORE FIRST-CLASS WORK Seymour - - Indiana SOUTH CHT=;STNUT SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA m Y©on Waur Tte Kuppenheimer Clothes Manhattan Shirts Florsheim Shoes Schoble Hats TIE IUJI Exclusive Distributors Seymour - : - Indiana We desire to express our appreciation for the patronage of the students of Shields High School. ELLIS STUDIO. EAT AT THE PALACE RESTAURANT Something Good to Eat at all Times SPECIAL SUNDAY DINNERS W. H. REYNOLDS CASH STORES 21 South Chestnut and Third and Ewing Streets THE BEE HIVE Complete Line of Haviland China and Fancy Lamps Table Cutlery Groceries at Bottom Prices SOUVENIR POST CARDS Give us a call and be convinced SEYMOUR :-: :-: INDIANA Telkphonk Main 143 Bottlers op Coca Cola SEYMOUR ICE CREAM COMPANY FROZEN CREAM AND ICES CIRCLE STREET SEYMOUR, INDIANA Phone 116 C. E. LOERTZ DRUGGIST 1 East Second Street Seymour, Indiana FINE CLOTHING AND SHOES RICHART Co mpliments of F. J. VOSS East Second Street Opposite Interurban Station SEYMOUR, INDIANA RAY R. REACH BON MAECHE No. 3 4th aud Blish St. THE COUNTRY STORE 16 East 2nd Street 4 STORES BON MARCHE No. 2 3rd and Chestnut St. THE COUNTRY STORE Tampieo, Indiana LAST YEAR ' S BUSINESS WAS THE LARGEST WE EVER EXPERIENCED Quantity Buying and Low Prices Made it Possible. RAY R. KEACH, Prop. Capital and Surplus. . ..$150,000.00 SEYMOUR NATIONAL STAR BAKERY BANK BREAD, CAKES AND CLEAN BANKING PIES OF ALL KINDS UNDER GOVERNMENT CONTROL SEYMOUR : : : : INDIANA READ The Daily Democrat N. Chestnut St. Phone 751 SEYMOUR, INDIANA GO TO SPANAGEL ' S FIRST CLASS BARBER SHOP First Class Service COMPLIMENTS OF NEW COMMERCIAL HOTEL Seymour Indiana HAUENSCHILD BROS. GROCERIES SMOKED MEATS, FRUITS and VEGETABLES Phone Main 265 Corner Tipton and East Seymour _ _ _ Indiana THE NEW YORK STORE DRY GOODS, NOTIONS, LADIES AND MISSES READY-TO-WEAR ' Better Value for Less THE NEW YORK STORE W. F. BUSH FOR SHOES You Can ' t Beat It. YOU AND YOUR BEST GIRL SITTING IN AN AHLBRAND BUGGY To which is hitched a dandy driving horse leisurely trotting down the road. Oh, Boy! AHLBRAND BUGGIES ARE BUILT TO WEAR TRY ONE. AHLBRAND CARRIAGE COMPANY, SEYMOUR INDIANA THE TOUGHEST OLD EOOSTEE THAT EVEE CEOWED MADE TENDEE WHEN COOKED IN THE DUPLEX FIRELESS COOKER. Sold By CORDES HARDWARE CO., West Second Street SEYMOUR INDIANA CENTRAL GARAGE AND AUTO CO. Dealers in BUICK AND DORT CARS Day and Night Service Rear of Post Office SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA SAY IT WITH FLOWERS SEYMOUR GREENHOUSE Phone 58 SEYMOUR WOOLEN MILLS ESTABUSHED 1866 ALL WOOL BLANKETS S. D. HILL GRANnTE Marble Electric Shoe Repairing VON FANGE GRANITE CO. 131 2 S. Chestnut St. MONUMENTS We follow the Champion Shoe Repairing System Your satisfaction is our success Come and give us a trial. 110 S. Chestnut Street Seymour _ _ _ Indiana Seymour _ _ _ Indiana Some people want a shave, YOUR ANNUAL SPECIALIST Some people want a haircut. If you want either, GRAESSLE-MERCER COMPANY Go where you can get COMMERCL L AND CATALOG WHAT YOU WANT Printers FURNISH Seymour, Indiana BRANCH OFFICES Across from tlie Post Office Indianapolis, Ind. Louisville, Ky. Always the Same Rising production costs, scarcity of packing materials and transporta- tion difficulties have never made the slightest difference in the superior qualities of Mrs. RORER ' S COFFEE C. H. HELLER New Lynn On Sale at BARBER SHOP NICHTER ' S GROCERY Tipton and Vine Streets SEYIHOUR :-: :-: INDIANA L. L. DOWNING POPCORN, PEANUTS, CANDIES, SOFT DRINKS TOBACCOS, CIGARS Seymour Indiana m PATHE m The Supreme Phonograph Cost Xo More than tlie Ordinary E. C. HEIDEMAN, S. Chestnut St. SEYMOUR : : : : INDIANA PERRY WHITE BARBER SO. CHESTNUT ST. Phone R-603 205-207 N. Ewing St. PAULEY SON, DODGE BROS. MOTOR CARS Seymour Indiana Compliments of BRUNOW BROS. CIGAR STORE Seymour CHAS. E. GILLESPIE, M. D. EYE, EAR, NOSE AND THROAT Indiana SEYl IOUR INDIANA J. B. Thompson, President. C. R. Jackson, Secy-Treas. FARMERS HOMINY MILL Manufacturers of Millers of White Corn Products FAEMEES ' A-1 PIG ANp SHOAT FEED FAEMEES ' BIG 4 HOG PEODUCEE FAEMEES ' PEIDE DAIEY FEED We Buy and Sell All Kinds of Grain, Seeds and Hay. it ' s a feed, we have it. SEYMOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA MARQUETTE ' S BAGGAGE PRICE ' S PLACE TRANSFER PURE SODAS, ICE CREAM, Grover Marquette, Prop. CANDIES AND FINE CIGARS WILL TAKE PARTIES FOREIGN, TROPICAL and TO OUTINGS CALIFORNIA FRUITS Office New Lynn Hotel North Chestnut Street Office 85 PHONES im- Res. 1 -281 SEYMOUR : : : : INDIANA FOR YOUR FOOT-WEARING CHARLES VOGEL APPAREL GO TO P. COLABUONO Dealer in Boot and Shoe Repairing While You FEED, GRAIN AND FLOUR Wait. New Shoes and all Repairing Guaranteed. Corner Carter and Tipton Streets 5 West Second St. Phone Call 173 Telephone 193 Seymour - - Indiana 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 Established 1885 TOMATOES CEO A. CLARK SeYMOUH. IWD. 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 J. H. POLLKRT H. W. AUBKE SEYMOUR HARDWARE CO. HARDWARE, STOVES AND FURNACES FIELD SEED WIRE FENCING, SLATE AND TIN ROOFING Compliments of SEYMOUR MANUFACTURING COMPANY REPAIR WORK, ETC. Phone 718 118 S. Chestnut St. Prompt Service Excellent Food EAGLE RESTAURANT AND LUNCH ROOM THE DINING PLACE OF SEYMOUR Phone 739 12 West Second Street Thomas Arman, Proprietor SEYIVIOUR : : : : : : : : : : INDIANA THE ONLY THEATRE IN THE CITY SHOWING THE SAME PROGRAM AS CIRCLE THEATRE OF INDIANAPOLIS. PRINCESS THEATRE 23 S. CHESTNUT ST. NEXT TO MAXON ' S Jiist a Step Farfher, hut Well Worth It. Showing Biggest Feature Productions PARAMOUNT— ARTCRAFT— UNIVERSAL REALART— FOX— FIRST NATIONAL UNITED PICTURE THEATRES OF AMERICA Patronize the Theatre that has made better Amusement in Seymour Possible. Operated by Columbian Amusement Co. SEYMOUR INDIANA _ Jfie Plates in this book = = Were engraved by Indianapolis Engraving - electrotyping q)mpany 222 E.OHIO ST. INDIANAPOLISJND. AutograplyH tneerm - . C. ■ D B V INC. BINDE JULY 04 I.MANCHESTCMNDIANA46962J