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

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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!

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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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e«t . CLASS PROPHECY .3t . e .vs One cold drizzly day in Novembei- as I was sitting alone, discouraged with all my surroundings, I was guilty of idly dreaming things uncommon to human life. I longed for something different, I knew not what, neither did I care, so long as it meant a change. While 1 was thus thinking I heard strange voices, which were those of the three Fates: Atropas, Lachesis and Clatho. They sat near Pluto ' s throne, the younger spinning the thread of life, in which the bright and dark lines were intermingled. The second twisted it; and under her fingors it was now strong, now weak : Twist ye, twine ye ! even so. Mingle shades of joy and woe, Hope, and fear, and peace and strife. In this thread of human life. — Scott. The third sister armed with a huge pair of shears re- morsefully cut short the thread of life, — an intimation that another soul would ere long find its way down into the dark kingdom of Hades. After Ustening to the twice repeated words, 1 started up, but could not move, for they said, You Jiave been guiltv of the worst crime on earth, that of idly di ' eaming and not being satisfied with y(ju work in life. Your punishment will be that you are to come to the under world and take the place of the thread cutter. My first thought was to rebel, but the idea had no sooner entered my mind, than 1 was snatched from my chair and was soon in the dark dismal place, being taught my future occupa- tion. After I had been here several months, and had my work thoroughly learned, 1 came across a bright thread which seemed finer than the previous ones, and after close ob- servation I saw, through the dim light, that it was one of my former ciassmates. This inspired me to wind it care- fully and notice every inch, that I might know exactly what my friend was d(jing. It was Wesley Graham, now president of the United States. The union was in its golden age, when every one was happy. I could hardly determine the length of that thread but was finally forced to clip it, leaving the president tfi enjoy an honored old age. P or some days aftei- this I worked with strained efforts, for I longed to see the sunlight and hear the sound of earthly voices. Uut tuere was nothing like rest for me,