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

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and bought books for the poor, and willingly taught the orphan children, who danced with joy when they saw her smiling face. But here was the end of the shining chord and I must take the next which was a short black fiber followed by one as white and clear as a crystal. White seemed to denote something great, and I longed to know what it might be, and here my wishes were granted, for I read in the transpai ' ent substance that Clifford Marye had invented the Steam Turbine, from which he was reaping a bountiful harvest. I now knew what all my classmates were doing except Briant Edwards, but early the next morning I measured his thread which told that he was one of the greatest writers the world had yet produced. His home was in Washington, D. C, where he had first decided upon his vo- cation, and where he was visited by allthepi ' ominent men of the day. He had made several trips across the ocean to various regions of beautiful scenery, and had written them so vividly that one felt himself looking upon the pretty landscapes all over the world. And, yet, I was still in the damp dismal place, the very thought of which made me tremble and longed to be back on earth. My fingers became stiff and I could not use my shears. This made Pluto very angry and he stepped for- ward, grabbed my arm, and I awoke finding myself safe in my own little room. Lizzie Smith .

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as Pluto was near watching and strictly enforcing all his rules and regulations. But, as week after week went by I was more enthusiastic and noticed the threads more closely. It was then that I saw a long thread more in the form of a chain, than of single twisted fibers. Its peculiar weave attracted my attention and I longed to know its history, but with the cruel eyes watching me I began to think it was impossible, but at that instant one of the links caught in a rough place on the wheel, and, notwithstand- ing the searching glances I learned the history of that soul while loosening it. It proved to be my old friend Vern Gingher. The links signified a change of scene, which seemed in this case to be a life, first here and then there. He was a foreign missionary, who travelled from place to place preaching the gospel to all nations, and converting many souls. But, here 1 had taken ' the last link from the projection and was forced to pass on to the next, which was a bright golden cord that was easily read. It was another of my classmates. Fern Miller, who was preparing a debate on the subject Resolve that the United States should recognize Germany as a republic. S he had hitched her wagon to a star, and met with victory in the end. From this time on, for months and even years I heard nothing of my former friends. I was also very tired of the dreary task, that of measuring the life of others, but happened to think of the old saying, ' After rain comes sunshine, and my hopes brightened, but here I had a large stout cord in my shears that I could not cut. Its peculiar appearance, and tough flexible texture attracted my attention. The king I noticed was nodding and there- fore I made a great effort to trace its source, which led me to the icy regions of the far north. I could see a man warmly dressed in fur, who seemed exceedingly happy about some new discovery. It was Arthur Hardie who had just found the North Pole, and was standing on the exact spot contemplating his reception, as he came back with the important news. Oh! how I longed to witness the excitement, but here Pluto, awoke and I resumed my task. The following day I noticed two threads together which proved to be Lizzie Havens and Leona McConnell, who were completing their senior year at the Great German College. After the commencement of 1912 they had con- tinued school life and were received into the world ' s best institution. They had not allowed their advanced career to elevate them; but were still common and friendly to all. Here Pluto tapped me on the head and said, Hasten on there are many others. As the night drew on which was scarcely darker than the day, I longed for sleep, but there was a thread in my fingers that gleamed and sparkled in the darkness. It seemed jeweled with bright gems through which I could see the name. Lulu Howenstine, plainly written. She had become heir to a large amount of money and was spend- ing her life in doing good for others. She made clothes

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tS SCHOOL DAYS s «j? Ah! well I remember that bright autumn day, When round about Whitley came classmates gay. Year in and year out we have been at the head And borne without flinching, what others most dread. Until after long study we needed repose. Ere we met in life ' s struggle our numberless foes. The students well knew we were best all the while Our hardships we love with a bright, happy smile. For Honor was with us and under her eye Each one was determined to do or to die. As freshmen each one nobly did his own part, For he knew it was best as it lay near his heart. Each day we grew wiser, and sought to admire Glory, which wisdom does ever inspire. When sophomores we really made friends of our foes And gladly we do this as onward life goes. For it is the way of this long path of life. Lessons are long for we must often face strife. And when Juniors we worked with such diligent grace And went walking along at that measured out pace, But near the close of that short happy year We gladly glanced back with a good hearty cheer. Now as Seniors we look o ' er these four years with pride. And see how we gain as the years onward glide. Yet now gladly we go from this room, out to work With hearts light and happy, no task will we shirk. — Lizzie Smith.