South Whitley High School - Reflector Yearbook (South Whitley, IN)

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CLASS HISTORY So I ' m to write a history of that class which will soon, oh, too soon leave the school portals never to return. Soon our school days will be over and we will all go our ways out into the world. Some perhaps to win fame, who knows. In the fall of 1908, one of the largest freshmen classes began their high school course. Well do I remember those first Latin lessons, those conjugations of verbs and the declensions of nouns. How hard we thought them then, but still we battled on. Those who composed our Freshman class of 1908, were as follows : Elmei ' Gunnion, Joe Obenchain, Mary Dimick, Russell Stout. Lizzie Havens, Vern Gingher, Briant Edwards, Lloyd Hoblen, Wesley Graham, Fern Miller, Leona McConnell, Lulu Howenstein, Lizzie Smith, Arthur Hardy, Harlev Matson, Blanch Shorb, Glen Keppler, Edna Lancaster, Garnet Mann, Donald Banks, Bessie Enos, Lucile Rittenhouse, Marie Matson, Marguerite Lancaster, During this year our class was organized; Briant Ed- wards, being our president, Vern Gingher, secretary, and Arthur Hardy, vice-president. As the spring months drew near our class was greatly diminished. At the beginning of the Sophomore year our cla ss was quite a bit smaller, for Glen Keppler, Edna Lancaster, Garnet Mann, Donald Banks, Bessie Enos, Mary Dimick and Russell Stout, had departed. This leaving a class of eighteen. It was during this year that we had the most of our troubles. The most seri- ous trouble being with Caesar. Many times we thought that if we only had a pony our joys would be complete. Many of our classmates were unable to continue their work; those who left our ranks this year were : Blanch Shorb Hariey Matson, Joe Obenchain, Elmer Gunnion, Marie Matson, Marguerite Lancaster, Lucile Rittenhouse. Our Junior year passed swiftly without any serious tur- moils, and it was during this year that we starred in several plays. The Corner Drug Store being one in

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Elizabeth Smith — A silent girl who wore a look of wisdom from her birth. Class Historian and poetess. Vern Gingher — Slumber not in the tents of your neighbors. Base Ball ' 11- ' 12. Joke edi- tor of Annual. Elizabeth Havens — Bashfulness is an ornament of youth. Girls ' Glee Club ' 11- ' 12. Basket Ball ' 11- ' 12. Fern Miller — Rich in the graces of the heart. Debating Club ' 11- ' 12. Dis- cussion of County Contest ' 11- ' 12. Glee Club ' 11- ' 12. Clifford Marye— I am Sir Orach, when I open my mouth, let no dog bark. Octet at County Contest ' 11- ' 12. Business manager of An- nual. Leona McConnell — A blush is beautiful, but often inconvenient. Girls ' Glee Club, ' 11- ' 12. Basket Ball ' 11- ' 12.

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which our clown, Verii Gingher, starred as the character, Lem Pillsbury, who was continually testing the new patent medicines, trying to cure an imaginary illness. Then there was the Japanese Drill, in which the girls dressed in flowered kimonos with their wide flowing sashes and chrysanthemums, looking so like our oriental neighbors, that they were almost unrecognized. At last the fall of nineteen hundred eleven dawned, and we found ourselves bearing the dignified name of Seniors. But we had lost from our ranks Lizzie Smith. Just after Christmas, Clifford Marye entered our class, and Lizzie Smith returned, increasing our class to the number of ten. Our cla.ss was re-organized during this year; the officers being Briant Edwards, president; Wesley Graham, treas- urer and Lulu Howenstein, secretary. The Merchant of Venice was staged before Christmas with great success. Oh, the busy days of our senior year, there being so much to be done ere we finish our course. Soon we will be scattered far and wide but as we turn the leaves of our annual our thoughts will travel back to the dear S. W. H. S. as it was when we were schoolmates with no care or sorrow other than our own enjoyment and pleasure. Long and prosperous be the lives of the class of nineteen hundred and twelve. May it be an honor to the dear old S. W. H. S. and the navy blue and white is my wish. Farewell dear senior year farewell. Farewell to those to whom you are dear, Farewell again I repeat. For alas you do seem sweet. And Oh! how I love that name, That started us on to fame. And as days and years roll by. And we have gained a place In the wide world ' s eye. We may look back o ' er life And remember the ending of our strife, Farewell, Oh! Senior year, Farewell!