Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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Senior Class History Historians are wont to link the year of 1929 with two outstanding events. It was in September, 1929, that the Class of Thirty-three first invaded the halls of Shields High School. A short two months later the stock market crashed! It is small wonder that this ill-starred class has been held directly re- sponsible for the Depression. And now, as we are about to graduate after our four years ' struggle, we are informed that the Depression is lifting. Life is like that. As a class, our first two years in high school were rather uneventful. Few peo- ple suspected that there was anything extraordinary about us. During our fresh- man year we were subjected to the usual moth-eaten wisecracks from upperclass- men. We learned to our sorrow that ignorance was not bliss in a classroom. When we achieved the distinction of being classed as sophomores, our opinion of ourselves reached a new level. We began to doubt if the school could get along without us. A few of us delved into sports, others rejoiced in contests and honor rolls; all strove for recognition. It wasn ' t until our Junior year that people became acutely aware of us. At our first class election Robert Fleetwood, Melba Ahlbrand, and Ralph Droege were chosen as president, vice-president, and secretary-treasurer. That was a year of feverish activity. We presented a play, Somebody ' s Crooked, and people are still wondering who it was. We undertook reviving The Owl, a bi-weekly school paper. This was quite successful until some one complained that we repeated the jokes. Three stalwart athletes from our ranks, Fleetwood, Dittmer, and Reese journeyed with the rest of the basketball team to represent Seymour in the state tourna- ment. Our financial circumstances, being no less embarrassing than those of other or- ganizations in this third year of depres- sion, necessitated our serving a cafeteria supper at the school carnival. With our treasury thus reimbursed, we made prepa- rations for the crowning social event of the Junior year — the Junior-Senior ban- quet. Ah, that was truly a festive occa- sion! Long will we remember how we toiled with the leafy boughs that were used as a background. And the Hot-cha Sisters ! Could we ever forget those coy, simpering, ungainly, utterly ridiculous figures who danced so daintly in their number elevens and sang so boisterously? In our senior year our activities and obligations became so expansive that we felt the need of the services of another officer; therefore at the next election we voted for four instead of three executives. The returns were as follows: Melba Ahl- brand, president; Chester Droege, vice- president; Ruth Simpers, secretary; and Avery Dittmer, treasurer. Later in the year Chester Droege was elected presi- dent of the Leaders ' Club, a club com- posed of Home Room presidents and elected representatives from the senior class. The familiar caption, Solemn Seniors, is hardly applicable to us. We are still a rather irresponsible, happy-go-lucky lot with an incredibly good opinion of our- selves in spite of possible criticism from others. The need of necessary funds spurred us on to various undertakings. Among these were the carnival supper, the spon- soring of the third lyceum number, Sun Up, and the production of our class play, The Patsy. This last de- serves special mention as the most out- standing success of our class career. The story concerns Patricia Harrington, a girl who runs seco nd to her older sister. She is the Patsy who is blamed whenever anything goes wrong, and is forced to remain in the background in order that her sister may be presented to advantage. Her father, a traveling man, is on her side, and finally declares his independence by putting Ma in her proper place. This brings about Patsy ' s ultimate triumph, and, needless to say, affords her happiness as the bride of the man she loves. At present we are joyously anticipat- ing the social events that accompany graduation. This little magazine repre- sents our last project as a class. May it help to keep alive memories of the Class of Thirty-three.

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ADRIAN SCHULTZ Bill is a boy of many From playing Papa tc ashing hearts. RUTH SIMPERS With solemn air she stated clearly That she would be a missionary. DORIS SMITH With that wealth of pretty red-gold hair She brightens things up every where. BILLY TAYLOR In the H. 5. band he makes things hun With the rhythm of his faithful drum. DONOVAN TINCH If you ' d look but once at I, It would appear I ' m rather shy. RUTH TAYLOR Quiet and reserved is A steady lass of first BERNICE TASKEY This brilliant miss deserves a star. Whose brightness time can never mar ALFRED TOWER ARTHUR VONDIELINCEN Happy am I, from care I ' m fret Why aren ' t they all content like LORA WILDE longed to have near, crazy to hear. RUTH WOODARD Refined, sweet, with lady-like air, And have you noticed the platinum blond hair? HENRY CORDES (no picture) If habits broke themselves, no doubt Henry would be nowhere about. APRIL 28. SENIOR CLASS PLAY Senior Class play big success, Lora ' s sure a swell actress. Fleety struts his stuff around, Dep and Cerky — I ' ll be bound Don ' t have to act a single bit; Shultz and Olga make quite a hit.

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Senior Class Song We, the Class of Thirty-three, Do pay this tribute unto thee; We sing this song to old Shields High And so we make our last good-bye. To Seymour High we bid adieu, To her we ever shall be true. Let us bring glory to her name And keep it free from spot or blame. — Melba Ahlbrand The Patsy First Row: Wilde, Fleetwood, Deputy Second Row: Droege, Cerkensmeyer, Warbritton (Coach), Shultz The Cast Pop Harrington Adrian Schultz Mom Harrington Olga Droege Grace Harrington Josephine Deputy Patricia Harrington Lora Wilde Tony Anderson Robert Fleetwood Billy Caldwell Earl Cerkensmeyer