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

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A MOUSE AND LATIN CLASS t'ome here. little mousief' said I. as one peered out at the 'Vaesar' class from a hole i11 the wall, VVhat do you wish me to do. a little niousie as you eall me, although in Mouse-Land I ani known as Professor Shiny- Furf' said the mouse as he eame forward. Why, answered I. I hear you are espeeially distin- guished in Latin. so I want you to help me translate this sen- tenee whieh we have been given tive minutes to translate. Very well, said Mr, Shiny-Fur, I'll help you. So while I told him a brief story of Caesar and the Gauls as an introduction his spectacles with his furetrinnned hand- kerchief and adjusted them on the end of his nose as all pro- fessors do. Yes, he answered. as I finished talking. I have acquir- ed all that knowledge by listening' to your class from my home in the wall there. and I have compared Caesar with our won- derful King Frisky Loiig-Wliiskers. who has been of sueh value to Blouse-Land: and the tiauls l have eompared with our ever- lasting enemy. the Kitty-Kat family. Indeed said I. Yen 1-l1't' very wise, so l'm sure you can get this sentence. Now listen while I read it. 'Caesar erat tcrtissiinus. et Galli etiainlu Uh! that's very easy. put in Mr. Shiny-Fur, t'aesar was very brave. and- and, say that just reminds me of King Frisky's bravery. You should have seen him make the army of Mr. Kitty-Kat run. VVhy when King' Frisky saw the Kitty' Kats eoming he turned and ran to eoneeal himself behind our Vlfheat Fortitieaticn. and the Kitty-Kats ehased him. 'I'hat's how he made them run-see? Yes. he must have been ve1'y brave. said I, laughing in spite of my impatience at his slowness in translating the sen- tence. But come. let's get the rest of this sentence. 'Et Galli etiam- -lust then I was awakened by Miss Bonewitz addressing me thus. The tive minutes are now up. Edna. you may trans- late the sentence. Edna Bollinger. '20.

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most famous shoe-shining palace in the counlryg and indeed his shines illuminate the public square of the metroplis, Col- I2ll11PI'.H Bunola Nicholson, our only representative in the Science of Education, has arisen from a country school teacher in Wyn- koop to a History instructor at Cornell. Ralph informed us. Due to her unusual ability the National Board of Education elected her to the important chair of secretary. which she now holds. and with many other degrees is her 'O, M.' Gladys, anxious that she should not lose her place i11 the conversation, broke in with an account of Slivers. Yes, Don. Velma is now in Florence, Italy. studying earnestly the famous works of art: and promises the 1918 graduates of S. W. II, S. a worthy representative in the world of ModernArt. Ralph, remembering C116 of our most studious. earnest. and helpful member of the class, asked if I knew as to the where- abouts of Ethel. I said, No. He laughed a. hearty laugh and then proceeded most joyfully. which caused my wonder to rise as to the cause of his humor. Yes, didn't you know that she spent five years in college after graduation, worked on the farm for three years. and then decided to start on her aspiring career, But say, how she hated to start in alone. Well, she had in those eight years absorbed her thoughts a great deal on the outcome of her courtship. Finally on a fine day in June, her hopes and desires were realized, and she accompanied by her husband left for a grand, inspiring tour in the Golden West, where she now lives among the Sierra Nevadas in an ideal mountain home. Last, but not least. of our old classmates is Arema. She. having embarked upon her musical career in high school, has since then realized her early ambitions. Last night in order to pass away my leisure moments, I decided to go to the Hippo- drome. Imagine my surprise when the stage director an- nounced the presence of America's best loved soprano, Arema Chadwick. Indeed she was worthy of her introduction. as I decided after hearing her. Gladys, yawning, broke a new thought, into our minds- that of the time. The clock was striking 2 A. M., and during this time. we had lived over briefly the lives of our classmates, the lives of the 1918 graduates from S. W. H. L'Good Nite. Don Jordan, '1S.

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THE PROFESSOR'S PREDICAMENT The professor sat at his studyetable grading English pa- pers. while his room-mate. the merry little music teacher amus- ed himself at the piano. The soft night air floated in thru the open window. and the scent of locust bloom filled the room. The sound of frogs in the little pond 11ot far distant made it a perfect night in May. The professor was unusually happy tonight. Perhaps he had caught. the spirit of the spring night, perhaps it was be- cause of lo11g months of constant companionship with the gay young musie teacher. or perhaps new hopes were dawning up- on the horizon of his life. At Elly rate something was the eause of it for he was not usually so happy. VVhen he finished the papers, he sat by the window for a long time. looking out 1115011 the soft velvet blaekness of night. and drinking in the fragrance of the locust blossoms. He then moved his table to the window and opened his stationery box to write a letter to his sweetheart. On top lay a letter he had written the night before to another girl. He laid it aside and taking out his pa- per. he began: My ow11 Jessica: This is sueh a perfeet night there are no words to describe its beauty. but it reminds me of a night at college years ago and makes me long to see you. If I could be with you tonight my happiness would be complete. VVhen school closes I am coming to claim the promise you made me that night so long ago. It has long bee11 due. and you know I have waited pa- tiently all these years. This is not all of the letter: it was not long but to give you the rest of it would be to merely repeat i11 different words what has already been given. VVhen the professor 'finished his letter he folded it and pushed it back on the table with the other let- ter while he addressed tl1e envelopes. He then sealed them within their respective envelopes, or should have done so at least. and went to bed to dream bright drea111s of the future. The next evening in a distant city tl1e postman handed