Spencer High School - Spencerian Yearbook (Spencer, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1913 volume:

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Principal- Music and Drawing. .1 G mu. ..,........ . 1- fl ..muf-mu.: H ... .... ......, ...,............ ,...... ..., 0 the Faculty, our efficient and sympathetic friends, we the members of the staff, dedicate our book, The Spen- cerian. A The Spencer High School. The fall of 1872 saw the beginning of a high school in Spencer, in the present old brick structure which was then in an unfinished condition. The high school was held on the second floor, now occupied by the gradesg the third story, barnlike and without partitions, was used only for com- mencement exercises. The first teachers in charge were Mr. Wilson and Mrs. Hunt. Mrs. Hunt was a woman of untiring zeal, and later, as super- intendent, inspired the students with the spirit of progress. It was she who began the work of planting trees around the building and, helped by the boys and girls, decorated the front yard with flower beds. Only one plant, a little japonica, struggling up beside the cement walk, remains as a memorial of her ceaseless eEorts to make the grounds attractive. Mr. Harwood later did much for the school. He was noted for his stern government and his efficient teaching. The school continued to grow, gaining each year in attendance, and sending out large graduating classes. Following Mr. Harwood were such efficient men as Robert J. Aley and Fred L. Pochin. In 1890 the old method of allowing students to choose between a scientific and a classical course was abandoned, and Latin became compulsory. The whole high school course was altered and made more systematic under Mr. A. L. Whitmer. The remainder of the third iioor was completed, thus giving more room. But only a few years S THE SPENCER HIGH SCHOOL--Continued. elapsed before the attendance had outgrown the accommodations, and, in 1908 under the superintendency of Mr. C. T. Gray, half-day sessions became necessary. This plan was followed for four years, the third floor being divided into four recitation rooms, and the students studying at home. As this was not acceptable to the State Board of Education, toward the close of 1912 Spencer lost its commission until some arrangement should be made for a common study-room. So again the old assembly room was called into existence. The requirements having been met, the commission was renewed in the fall of 1912. In the hands of Superintendent S. F. Stewart and his assistants, this bids fair to be one of the most successful terms in the history of the school. While there have been larger enrollments, we are safe in saying that a larger per cent have continued throughoutthe year than at any previous time. With the assembly room the interest in the school has increased greatly. The students have worked for its upbuilding, and have especially enjoyed the opening exercises and organizations. Spencer High School can now boast of an orchestra and a chorus which have regular meetings for practice once a week. Aside from the musical talent, the High School has developed interest in debating. Surely Spencer, with the co-operation of all, can reach the standard of the best schools of the state. At present the High School is handicapped to a great extent by its inconvenient location on the third floor, its lack of room, and its imperfect heating and lighting. The present assembly room, large enough to seat about ninety, is forced to accommodate one hundred and twenty. The reci- tation rooms, also, are inadequate in size, light and ventilation. The physical laboratory is too small for its equipment, and could be greatly improved by being moved nearer the remainder of the High School. In fact, we are in sore need of a new building which may have an up-to-date library, and a gymnasium for physical exercise and social gatherings. We fancy today that we can look into the future and see a splendid structure, with a spacious study hall, adequate recitation rooms, large, airy laboratories and an up-to-date library. No other town of the same size in the state has as large a high school attendance as Spencer. But we are still in the garret, seeking a way of escape. True, Spencer has in the past sent out from this garret her attic philosophers, but in this age of progress genius demands better housing. U The Old School Bell. ARTHUR XVELLS, 'l5. Just north of the city of Spencer Is the haunt of our knowledge dispenser, Though of brick and as old as the hills, It is still the seat of a great many thrills. Each morning the bell rings out clearly, And, indeed, it's a sound I love dearly, For so long have I heeded each morning The old bell's regular warning, That it surely would cause me great sorrow If the bell should not ring on the morrow. 10 I Hflff -.. ,. X ,, I F J ff QL 4 x 47 I Sy Y -I V .t XL Emmy , M aff ffl 'ly Lvl, The Indian Chief. WALKER OOLEY, '13. Long years ago, when our land was covered with forests, among the simple children of nature, the Red Men, lived a maiden and a young chief who were lovers. The love of the two was beautiful, it seemed that all nature rejoiced with them. The stream which ran along by the village rippled accompaniment to their love, the winds which blew through the trees whispered of it to the mountain beyond, the very birds sang of it. The happiness of the chief and his sweetheart was destined not to last long, for a swift-footedmessenger reported that an enemy was encroach- ing on the tribe's hunting-grounds. All was activity. Each warrior put on his fiercest paint and his best arms, and hastened to the muster-place. There the trunk of a tree was stripped of its bark, and the figure of a man was drawn on the exposed surface to represent the enemy. Into this the warriors threw their knives and tomahawks as if to destroy the hateful foe. Time passed, the war was overg the braves returned. But not all. Among those who did not come back was the young chief who had pushed beyond his companions in a brave search for scalps, and had never more been seen. Great was the grief of the maiden when she heard the sad news of her lover Doubtful of his proper burial,fshe imagined she could see him wan- dering in distress, and denied the Happy Hunting-grounds. In her sorrow she thus prayed: Oh thou Great Spirit, look kindly upon me. Relieve me of my burden, or take away my life-giving breath. Why should this life, prolonged for sadness, be continued? Only show me where my lover lies, that I may bury him aright! Be merciful to me, wretched, and hear my prayer. Thus the maiden spoke. Exhausted from her vigils, she slept. Then a voice whispered the answer to her prayer. Arise, seek thy lover. Follow the warriors' trail to the northward till you come to the shore of a great lake, and in the path of the setting sun, follow the margin till you see a flower, the likeness of which is not on earth gthere you will find your brave. Unswervingly she followed the shore till, as the last beams of day were vanishing over the western hills, she came to where a land-slide had partly filled a ravine. On crossing she saw a strange flower. Its center was as black as the war-lock which waved on the head of her brave, and its petals like the eagle feathers in his raven locks. She knew that this Was the fiower of which the voice had spoken, and that here was her lover's grave. The Great Spirit, watchful for his children, had buried the warrior, and had thus made it possible for the spirit of the chief to enter the Happy Hunting-grounds. The rising sun, with rays of amber, showed a maiden sleeping that sleep which man has not power to disturb. The Red Men came in search of the maid. They buried her beside her lover. The flower, standing sentinel, seemed to grow erect, and the Indians wondering at the token of the gods, named it The Indian Chief. I l2 W 'TV' 'W' Tv 'T ' 'Y A Crow Fight. WALTER CLARK, '13, While on my way to school one sunny day in March, I noticed a large flock of crows, some sitting on the bare branches of a scrubby walnut, others flying around it. They attracted my attention, and I began to look closely, thinking they were, after the manner of crows, attacking some marauding hawk. Upon closer observation, I saw two old-looking fellows, with ruffled feathers, sitting on boughs opposite each other. As I waited, they all, save the two with angry eyes, took seats on the lower branches. Then everything became quiet... Soon, however, the chief of the tribe, a wise-looking old Nestor with sparkling eyes, and with the feathers on his head all turned the wrong way, stepped out on a near-by limb and gave three very loud and distinct cawsf' This signal the sage delivered with a tremendous wag of the head. It had the same effect upon the two important-looking fellows as the trumpet sound upon the knights of oldg for they rushed together in mid-air, and were greeted by a round of applause from the on-lookers, each crow cawing as if the glory of the whole race depended upon that one struggle. The combatants, unable to maintain such a battle in the air, soon fell to the ground, where, amid the shouts of their feathered friends, they clinched one another like two furies. V Just what this struggle was about I have never been able to ascertain. It might have been over some affair of state, or, possibly, some domestic trouble, but I rather thought it an affair of chivalry, and this spot their chosen field, where they fought for their own honor or for their lady's sake. Be this as it may, I was as much interested in this game as were the crows, and, as I took my place on the old rail fence, I imagined that I was back in. the days of chivalry occupying a reserved seat at the scene of some famous tourney. After a fierce struggle of half an hour, the more muscular of the rivals had the other on the ground, and was beating ia merry tattoo on his head, with a beak not very unlike a darning-needle. Just at this critical moment, when it seemed that the life-light was dying in the eyes of that unfortunate combatant, a smart-looking little crow with shining feathers, who I took for granted was the lady of his choice, flew down beside the seemingly conquered hero and uttered in his ear a few soft and musical tones, which, like Prometheus' fire, gave spirit to his despairing countenance and strength to his weakened muscles. Gnce more he raised his head, and with a few jerks of his slender body and a tremendous fiap of his wings, felled his enemy to the ground, repaying with compound interest the blows which he had received. Not well versed in crow athletics I never knew the name of the trick he played, but it worked just the same. It seemed to be used only as a last resort, and was so handsomely performed that it called forth a fresh round of applause from the spectators. The larger crow soon yielded to 13 ' -.-W , , T.-. ,W ......,.,, --,,.,,,,,w,,,,,,.,,W,, ,W Y A CROW FIGHT-Continued. the Herculean strokes of the little hero's natural weapong and the whole feathery flock gathered around the victor of the day, singing their praises in tones somewhat diflerentfrom the music of the spheres. They flew away leaving the conquered on the field to dieg and I, even though a farmer, dared not lay violent hands on him who had so nobly played his part in the game, although his race has been branded as a century-living corn-stealer since the days of Father Adam. The Woodland Message. CARL MAYFIELD, '13. When we have a lazy feeling, And everything is still, Except the robin singing gaily In the peach tree on the hillg When the color of the woodland Changes to a soft, light green, 'Tis then the wild flowers here and there Nod and whisper, so serene, Spring is here. Then we note that from the bogland Comes the croaking of the frogg Near at hand a small blue lizard Plays in and out a hollow logg As we sit alone in musing, We can see the green grass growg 'Tis then we feel our very heart-strings Take the echo, sweet and low, Spring is here. 14 Gver the Hills. THOMAS CASSADY, '14. Do you take pleasure in roaming over the hills, or following the wind- ing course of some stream? Do you have a feeling of curiosity when you catch a squirrel up to one of his mad pranks, and ta feeling of interest, though probably of a different kind, when you see a half-dormant snake enjoying the first warm rays of the spring sun? Is it a delight to follow the tracks of the rabbit in the snowg to drag your feet -through the dry, crisp leaves as you walk through the saddened forestsof the fall? Yes? You are ready even now to tramp over the hills? Then we are off I We'll find the hole into which your prize pullet went, and watch the bird that flies off with your chicks. - Now we'll climb the long hill and scramble over the fence. The first thing that sees us, and the first thing we hear, is that old tormentor, the crow. As soon as his frenzied caw is heard, we know that we are discovered. Nor will he stop with one caw : soon the chorus will spread, and we shall feel like fugitives from justice. A crow loves excitement. He will caw over the most trivial thing. But let him find an owl sleeping in the top of a high beech, and his excitement knows no bounds. He circles around the tree, and calls for his fellows, and soon there are more cawing crows than you ever knew existed in the county. I was well back in the woods one day, when a tumult attracted my attention. It sounded like legions of crows, yelling as if their very lives depended upon the noise they could make. I stole up unmolested. The air was full of crows, so full I don't see how they avoided collisions, and the branches of the trees were dark with them. More were continually coming. I had just decided they were doing this to pass the time away, when I noticed one more daring than the rest swoop towards an old dead tree in the center of the ring. Then they fairly burst with excite- ment. They had a ninth inning ball crowd beat hollow. Out on a limb of that tree, calmly blinking, sat an old owl. Now and then a crow would swoop down toward him, as if to annihilate him, but never touch that bit of feathered solemnity. Then the whole flock rent their throats with applause for the daring adventurer. At length the owl, tired of this din, flew swiftly and silently away. The crows with redoubled fury fol- lowed, and I could hear them cawing over on the next ridge, where the bewildered old owl had stopped to rest. I often wonder why they make so much fuss over an owl! Probably, since he is a night-bird and seldom seen, he is considered a stranger in the feathery kingdom, and these rude and curious fellows are merely looking him over. Why, are we at the beech grove? Did you catch that flash of brown and white fur in yonder briar patch? It was only a rabbit that you very nearly stepped on. He disappeared under the reddish sumach, but he is not there now. You need not go over and look for him, for he is describing a circle, down the hollow, over the ridge, and around through the sugar 15 OVER THE HILLS-Continued. grove, where he likes to play with other rabbits on moonlight nights, and will soon be looking at you from a patch of dead grass, near where he arose. Did you know that the rabbit is not nearly' so wise and cunning as his cousin, the squirrel, nor yet so friendly? When a squirrel scolds from the fence, the road ceases to be dusty, or the woods to be lonesome. You know that log road that leads back along the ridge! About two hundred yards up the road is the edge of an oak and hickory grove of great stalwart trees, now so scarce in our forests. 'Once I was sitting on a stump in this grove, dreaming of the time when the Indian glided stealth- ily through the woods in quest of more stately game than remains here now. Far down the river valley I could hear a freight train puiing wearily toward towng now and then a humming sound came to my ears, as the saw bit into a log at the mill. All at once I was abruptly awakened from this reverie by a sound from behind. I could not have been more startled if one of those Indians, noiselessly creeping up, had suddenly announced his presence by a war-whoop! I jumped down from the stump and wheeled around. Nothing in sight! Again the sound! That was mysterious to be sure! I looked up in an oak, there I saw a squirrel, running excitedly along a limb, his long tail curved over his back, and his teeth showing in angry fashiong he was scolding at my intrusion on his grounds. On my nearer approach, the reckless fellow rushed madly out to the end ofthe limb and jumped. I started to where he should alight, but no need of that, for springing to a neighboring limb, he ran down to the trunk and disap- peared in his hole. . Well! here we are on the hill above the river! I see you looking at that wedge outlined against the sunset sky, slowly pushing its way southward. That is the wild duck going to his winter home. As we go along the river, we shall probably scare one up. The duck deserves his name, for he either passes squawking over your head, or sees you as you turn the bend in the river, and flies off leaving purple ripples on the dusky water of twilight. But no wonder at his tirnidity! A hundred guns bang at him as he flies along, kin in the water may prove to be decoys and he is shot down. Each year the wedges are getting smaller, the shadows they cast do not darken so much earth. Will it ever be that they will cease to waken us at night as they fly over, or cease to prophesy spring or winter? Let us go down the railroad track toward home. We have seen but a few of the things. Some night we may see the dull old 'possum that stays in the hollow tree above Fall Creek, nor have I shown you the leaning sycamore on which the coons play. We shall walk along the bank and see the water moccasin half hid in the drift-wood and foam, see the minnows dart at our shadows, probably surprise a mink getting his noon- day drink. Let us enjoy all this while we can. The woods are being cleared out more and more by the spoilers. Some day we shall not hear the Bob White call, or be startled as we flush a pheasant. Then we shall long for all these things, but they will be gone. 16 A Failure in Courtship VVALTER CLARK, '13. ' V It seems that my life is not filled with a great store of humorous happenings, or else, being both by nature and by choice, rather melancholy, I have overlooked little touches of humor that have been dealt out to me here and there. Nevertheless, I recall one instance which may be con- sidered amusingg though at the time it was certainly otherwise. This was my first attempt and my last, for that matter, in the art of courtship, or, in the old rural dialect, Hsparkingf' The incident happened in this way. Across the neighboring fields there lived a country maiden, who had completely captured me. I was charmed by her subtle power, and made no effort to free myself from her peculiar magnetism. It was the one aim of my life to pay her my respects g and so I determined one Saturday -I never shall forget the day-to call the following Sunday evening. Sunday came at last and I arose early, after a sleepless night, to begin my much-neglected toilet. After working faithfully for half the day, fitting to my neck the only collar in my possession, one much too high, and adjusting myself to my Sunday coat of two summers before, and much too short, I struck out across the fields at a brisk pace, with my head full of castles in Spain that were doomed to fall in a miserable heap. The smoking ruins of burning Troy were small compared with the tremen- dous pile of air-castles that fell that day with the setting of the sun. While I was in the midst of pleasant reveries, the cozy farm-house appeared in view, and in the doorway stood Mollie looking for me, no doubt, for, as I well knew, she expected my arrival. She was not the tall and slender creature of romance, nor had she the transparent com- plexion of which poets make so much, but she was rather short and thick, with sunburned face, and hands that betrayed the milk-maid. I strode up to the door, bold as any knight that ever wore armor, and after a warm greeting was led across the threshold into the parlor. At that instant my courage sank within me. Never before had I realized that it took courage to be alone in the parlor with one's lady-love, and that that type of courage was the one thing of all others that I lacked. The very house seemed rocking on its foundations. Struggling for self-control, I staggered to the seat she offered, but attempting to sit, missed the chair. I arose quickly, however, and seating myself cautiously before that ca- pacious fireplace, looked for comfort in those inspiring flames. But without avail! My feet were,much too large, my hands looked big and red, and were terribly in my way. I sat and tried to think of something nice to say, but like Aeneas, my voice stuck in my throat, and I remained as dumb as stone. She talked interestingly, I suppose, for half an hour, endeavoring to soothe 'my disturbed mind and nerve-wracked system, but finally, tired of her monologue, she arose with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and whisked out of the room, saying that if I had come to see her Ma and 17 -- V .--.,...,n5... .W A FAILURE IN COURTSHIP-Continued. Dad she would bring them in. Suddenly, my feet grew light! I did not wait! I rushed from the house into the open air, the very tonic I needed. I Walked 'homeward with bowed head, as Napoleon from Waterloo, but unlike the Man of Destinyv my rising glory had been crushed in my first attempt. I needed no one to tell me, however, that the beau was not in my field of action, and down deep in my heart I even congratulated myself that I had escaped before things had come to a more dreadful crisis. One Thing at a Time. RUBY HICKAM, '13. One of the most amusing incidents of my life occurred when I lived on a farm about seven miles south of town. When I say amusing, I mean to other people, for to me it was anything but humorous. It happened on a lovely day in June, when nature combined all her charms to lure one out of doors. I was no exception to the ordinary mortal, who prefers the open to the narrow gloomy house. So selecting a book from the row on the table, and going outside, I sat down on a bench beneath a big elm. I had become absorbed in my story, which chanced to be Mrs Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch, when one of our horses came grazing about the lawn. He finally walked directly up to me and knocked the book from my hand with his nose, then he looked at me as if he thought he had done a good deed and deserved a reward. Suddenly the thought came to me that I might read while sitting upon the horse's back, so I immediately jumped on and resumed my story. Billy grazed about snatching a bite here and there where the grass seemed greenest and tenderest, while I paid little attention to him. Evidently he saw a particularly green patch some few feet away and on the opposite side of a clothes-line which bisected the back yard. He immediately started to get it, and wasted no time, for my sake, in going around such minor things as clothes-lines. The first intimation that I had of Biliy's desire, was when I felt a sudden shock in the vicinity of my neck, and found myself sailing off into space. After what seemed ages, I hit the ground, which in that particular spot was very hard. I sat perfectly still for a little while. Then I stood up. Billy, munching his grass, turned around and stared at me, with an expression that plainly said, What an idiot! Finally, looking about, I found my book in the fork of a plum tree. I limped into the house vowing never again to ride horseback, and read at the same time. 18 -v---'v-s--- .7-W - --Hg... W My Bout With Death. HERBERT WHITE, '13, One day in the Christmas vacation, I invited my friend, Jesse Cure of Martinsville, to visit me. When I 'phoned him, he made me promise him a good time before he would consent. This I did readilyg he came on the night train. My, but I was glad to see the rascal! He had not been here long before a duck-hunt was suggested for the morrow. When we found that we could secure a boat without much expense, we were over- joyed. After preparing the necessary outfit, we went to bed, but sleep came only in fitful spurts, for black mallards and teals flew through our dreams. We were up bright and early' next morning, and by day-break had every thing ready for the boat. After gobbling down a scanty breakfast, we started for the river and were soon packed in our long red skiff. As we rounded the eddy, a long curve in White River, the town clock solemnly struck seven. Jesse, who had never heard our clock, asked humorously whose funeral those bells were tolling. We floated on down the river, laughing and joking at each other's luck in the art of rowing and paddling. On our way there were bits of excitementg once Jesse was sure that some old snags, roots of an ancient sycamore, were ducks. Of course we both peppered away at the feathered U5 creatures, but imagine our chagrin when we found out the truth! Again an old king-fisher gave us some mighty fine shots, but neither of us winged him. By this time we had floated down to the first ripple, where I had camped the summer before. Here we began to ply our paddles and were soon shooting down the river at a rapid rate. Then came the dykes-huge piles of stones which were formerly used to keep the river within bounds. Just below the dykes We struck the narrows, where a little creek empties its waters into the river. Here the current was very strong, and swept the boat along like a feather. All at once I was startled to hear Jesse shout, Pull to the right! Quick! for God's sake! I pulled with all my might, but alas! it was too late. The boat struck heavily against a hidden snag, and was upsetting before I could have counted three. At the first shock Jesse was thrown far out into the river, and was instantly swept down by the current. I was left alone in a capsizing boat, unable to help myself. I remember running to the far end and jumping out into the stream with my shot-gun in my hands. - But instead of being swept away, I was caught by my sweater on the roots of the old snag, and there I hung, the current swaying me frantically under the water and out again. With a mighty effort I tore myself loose, and then went down! O, it was horrible! I could not breathe! I could not see! I remember thinking of my mother and my girl, and of their pain if I were drowned. Then my brain cleared! Letting my gun go, I fought for the surface. After years of battling for my breath, I finally reached the top. My lungs were aflame, and the air was life. I had a fight to stay on top, for hunting- ing-boots and shells weighed me down in the icy water. Then I turned on 19 v..v-..:: .,,, . ,, MY BOUT WITH DEATH--Continued. my back and swam very slowly, for I was numb, I could see myself nearing the shore. After keeping this up for what seemed to me hours, I turned over-only to sink. Again I fought my way back to the surface. I could see Jesse, whom the current had swept to a near bank, preparing to come in after me. Then I lost consciousness. When I came to, I found myself standing in water knee-deep, my teeth chattering, my limbs shivering and my voice faintly calling for helpy Finally, with Jesse's aid, I climbed up the low bank. We were in a strange part of the country, but headed toward a farm-house in the distance, which, it seemed, we should never reach. The people were very kind, and after our clothes were fairly dry, we returned to the river to recover our boat, but, alas! it was caught under a log, far out in the stream. So we plodded back to town, minus a good gun each, our borrowed boat, and our stock of confidence in our own boat management. Of course it gave the folks at home a good scare, and as for me-no more duck-hunting in those pesky boats. The Red Bird. UA'l'llARlN1'l M1m,1c:AN, 15. . High up in the top of the old oak tree Sings a reclbird all the day, His song is sweet and full of glee, As he whistles his merry lay. He sings of the cold days that have past, And the coming warmth of spring, The flowers, the trees, the fields so green, That the warm south wind will bring. His song is happy, and full of mirth As he sways aloft in the tree, For nothing troubles him on the earth, And his heart is glad and free. 20 The Call. COY STEEL, '13, She sat in the shade of the old gray rock, her hands clasped about her knees, her bare feet tucked under her tattered gown. She gazed wist- fully out across the seemingly limitless expanse of majestic hills to where the sun was just disappearing behind Old Baldy's lowest peak. As she drank in the beauty of the evening, a vague feeling of awe for the great world beyond the mountains filled her soul, and she wished that she might go forth and mingle with its people. What was there? Would it fulfill her dreams? Suddenly her reverie was broken by a shrill voice calling, Berna--a -oh-Bernaf' Reluctantly she turned. Then, lithe as a deer, she sprang down the mountain side, in the direction of the Voice. Around an abrupt turn, she came in sight of a little log cabin perched on the hillside, with its scanty clearing at the back. This was her home, the typical home of the mountains, a home of many children and few resources, a home of many struggles and few pleasures. With one longing glance backward, she entered. Just inside the doorway sat her mother, an uncouth-looking woman, smoking a clay pipe. As the mountain girl entered, her mother scolded her for neglecting her work, and roughly commanded her to get supper before pa and the boys came. The girl obeyed with a heavy heart, for her thoughts were elsewhere. She realized that her parents could not understand her intense desire for a different life, a life of broader views and higher ideals than those of the people about her, the people shut in by the confining hills, and denied even the small luxuries which we think so littlc about. Soon the men, rough and hard-featured but withal kind-hearted, came. After Berna waited upon them--for it was the custom in the mountains for the men to eat first, the women serving- she herself sat down to the frugal meal of potatoes and corn-breadg its scantiness was not noticed, however, by the mountaineers accustomed to privations. The supper over, the girl climbed into the loft where she slept. Taking an old spelling-book from a chink, she sat down to read by the feeble light of a small candle. An old circuit rider had given her this book, and the little worn volume, together with the promising report which had worked itself back from a friend who had gone into the settlements below, had awakened within the girl an ever-restless and active desire for the light. First she had merely wished to master the old speller, but that accomplished she desired more books and a chance for schooling. To gain this she knew that she would have to go into the outside world, the world that seemed so distant to the backwoods farmers, for in their locality schools were entirely unknown. Every night she sat poring over her treasure, until her mother, little appreciating the girl's thirst for a fuller life, would call to her to stop her foolishness It was the pathetic story of a girl struggling under every disadvantage to rise above her existence, 21 THE CALL-Continued. not being understood by anyone, not even by her mother. Always as Berna had studied, she had tried to plan a way to obtain an education, but the opportunity for which she longed seemed 'slow in coming. A few days later, while going up to her retreat by the old rock, she unexpectedly met a stranger. Frightened at the sight of a new face, and perhaps recalling stories of raiders, she would have turned had there been time. The man was an old gentleman with a kind face and a gentle voice. He spoke pleasantly to her, but she was too startled to return the accustomed Howdy of the mountains. When she came back from the old rock, she found the stranger sitting on the porch talking to her father. Having regained her composure, she crept up within hearing distance and listened intently to the news of theoutside world. The stranger, who it seemed was making a trip across the mountains, asked for a night's lodging. Berna's father consented, for he had the hospitality of the mountain people, who receive with a glad curiosity the rare visitor and share with him the best they have, too often poor indeed. Berna was glad-she would learn more of the outside world. During his stay, the guest spoke of a school founded by three cul- tured women, who, when they had realized the needs of the illiterate back- woods mountain people, had lost interest in all else and had left their homes to give the mountain children a chance. All that was required to enter this school was a willingness to work. Before his departure the guest, appreciating the girl's wish, urged that Berna should attend. This met with small favor from the family, and the father informed him that he 'lowed thet Bernie didn't need no edication to git stuck up about, and thet she, for one, couldn't go. 'The news of the school quickened the girl's ambition, for here was an opportunity greater than any of which she had ever dared dream. Her father persistently refused to give his con- sent, yet in spite of all these obstacles, she knew that eventually she would go. A One day while visiting a neighbor, she again saw the stranger, now returning to his home. His mention of the school increased her zeal so much that she felt she could wait no longer, she must go at once. So the next morning with all her belongings tied up in an old handkerchief, she slipped from her home and faced the west. Her route lay past the old gray rock, the sharer of all her childish secrets and sorrows, out across the mountains. Thirty miles of ditlicult walking to reach school! She had made herself neat in her homespun, so she presented a very attractive picture as she started on her journey. Late that afternoon she stood upon the last ridge of the mountains looking down into the smoke-wreathed valley, with its miles of level blue- grass, and its busy cities. The girl's heart was filled with awe and thanks- giving, awe for the strange life she was to live, and thanksgiving for the education she was to earn. A moment she hesitated, drinking in the beauty of the scene, then she started down the trail to the city at the base of the mountains-the city which contained her heart's desire. 22 High School Life Between The Lines. IRMA GRAY, '14. UBETWEEN the Lines! That which is not provided for in the rules and regulations. That which exists for those who wish and look for it, otherwise remaining unseen. The pages and pages between the lines are adapted to ourselves, our natures, our inclinations, and reflect our moods. Between the lines we find sunshine or gloom as we make it. It is companionship in little things that does so much toward fostering interest and success. In school life is this especially true. The hard student finds only his books to interest himg the giddy, heedless youngster cares nothing for his studies, and lives only in the merry, rollicking round of mischievous rule-breakingg while the pupil who strikes the happy medium is the normal specimen. The high school age sees the character which has been forming during earlier years, molded, often, into a firmness which holds, and makes the man or the woman. Truly important is the fact, that the part of school life which is not provided for in the school regulations is that which makes, to many, the drudgery of lessons bearable, and which supplies the stimulus of zeal and interest, without which little would be accomplished. One of the many little things which tend toward this interest is one which comes to every person, that of hurrying to be on time. Suppose your exemptions depend upon being at school at half-past eight, and you wearily open your eyes at a quarter past. It doesn't matter why you are so late, it may have been merely a sleepless night, caused by the mince-pie which you ate for supper, the fact remains. For a moment you are horrified, you rub your eyes and look again at the clock. It cannot be! When you realize the truth, you give up in despair. Then there arises in your breast that spark of stubborness that has saved many a day, and you are possessed with the burning desire to beat Time and bluff him entirely. You dress as you are sure you never dressed before, and feel that you present a most ridiculous appearance, but-you are not tardy. Then after recitation you are delighted-at least the girl is-to be told by your most candid friends that they really couldn't tell the difference. For one day, at least, you feel an interest in school life. Then there are the thousand and one little incidents of daily life, which one is indeed unfortunate to have missedg the notes passed on the sly , the hurriedly whispered confidences in hall-way and assembly rooms 5 the mischievous pranks played on class-mates, and-dare I say it ?-on teachers. Who does not recall with a smile-partly mirthful, partly tender-his experience in school cases '? Do you remember the rollicking youngster who occupied the seat in front of yours, when you came into school, a new scholar? Do you remember the naughty wink he gave you that first morning, and the astonished, then admiring, expression of his face as you gravely returned it instead of blushing or getting angry? Then the 23 l XX HIGH SCHOOL LIFE BETWEEN THE LINES-Continued. jolly friendship that followed? Perhaps the teachers moved him away in the midst of it, but that didn't alter things--much. Do you remember that handsome, manly young fellow who picked up your books that Windy morning, as you were going to school, and the silly cartoon which blew out and began your acquaintance? Or, again, that polite, curly-haired cavalier who escorted you home that rainy evening, under his umbrella, in order to make the hit which the girls wouldn't give him an introduc- tion for? Do you remember the time when you met him on the stairs during school hours, and the superintendent caught you, and ordered youboth to your rooms? Ah yes, and many more such incidents, past and present, you will never forget! Then, too, there are the social affairs, class parties of many kinds, hay-rides and skating parties. Yes, you remember those, too! The jolly games and amusements you enjoy now, as you will at no other time in your life. Let no one take them away! There are commencements, banquets and other imposing affairs with their distributions of honors and fun, their worries of dress and behavior, which at the time seem very serious. We would not change these for anything! All this without considering lessons and athletics! Much could be said about both, as showing the under-current of high school life, and the rippling little eddies that move on to the placid or rushing river of later years. It is all necessary and worth while. A school without the life between the lines is dead and dead indeed. 'The Ships. RU'1'i-I CULMER, '16, When we look back o'er the sea of life, At the wreck of the Yesterday, We think of all the toil and strife That with it has faded away. But anchored lies in yon sheltered cove The good ship called Tomorrow , Chmay it bring to those we love All joy, no touch of sorrow. 24 On My Way To School. JUANITA BAUMGARTNER, '15. As I was strolling down a side street on my way to school one warm spring morning, I passed a large colonial house covered with green vines. An old-fashioned garden, merry with bright flowers lay on one side, on the other were trees and a cozy summer-house, in the door of which I spied an old lady knitting. ,ln order that I might more closely observe this in- teresting picture, I walked along very slowly. The old lady had snowy white hair which waved about her face. Her eyes were blue and her cheeks a delicate pink. Every few minutes she gazed eagerly down the street as if looking for some one. On her perfectly poised head she Wore a white lace cap, trimmed with lavender ribbon. Her dress, too, was lavender, around her throat was a white kerchiefg a small white apron helped to soften the picture. I thought at once of a beautiful painting I had seen of a dear old Puritan dame. As I turned the corner, the coun- tenance of the dear old lady brightened perceptibly, and I noticed a chubby, golden-haired, rosy-cheeked tot of about five years come running up. Dramma, drammaj' he shouted, I tum to det my tookies l And the dear old lady surrendered the contents of her spacious pockets to him. The Boy Next Door. LULU WAMPLER, 'l5. I remember that in a town where we once lived we all had somewhat of a horror of the boy next door. Not that he ever did anything really mean, but the many pranks he played on us and on other long-suffering families, portrayed a never-subsiding mischievousness. His ingenuity along that line was marvelous. One did not have to live by him more than a month to find him a careless, care-free, impetuous boy, brimming over with fun and spirit. You could see it in the sparkling of his blue eyes, and in his breezy way of saying Good morning. The abundance of light brown hair, which curled around his forehead, was usually bushed up from hastily pulling off his cap. His mother told me that he had a most unaccountable way of wearing out stockings and trousers, and his father marvelled at the pairs of shoes his young son could get away with in a year. One never considered it quite safe to leave anything of value on the back porch. Whenever Billy found anything in his neighborhood that was not fastened nor too heavy to drag away, he generally considered it his property. If it were a strap, he would have it around his dog's neck, leading him all over town, if it were a base-ball, he would be getting up a game with his neighborsg or, if it were a pair of skates, he would be skating down town to get the mail. I remember one time in particular we had company to dinner. The ice cream was in the freezer on the back steps, All went smoothly till Mother went to get the dessert. Just as she opened 25 --w--W ,, v--.. -- . -1- V . . , THE BOY NEXT DOOR-Continued. the door, she saw a pair of chubby legs scrambling over the back fence, and lwell, there was almost enough cream gone to freeze a small boy like Billy! Quite a habit of borrowing things, had this lad, sometimes with, sometimes without, the consent of the owner. I have known a neighbor boy to stay at home all Saturday, because he could not find his coaster. It was not in its accustomed place that day, and yet the next morning the sled would be hanging on the back porch as if it had never been usurped. At such times we always felt sure that Billy had been at his tricks again. But when I think of this Billy, brimming over with mischief and fun, the feeling of resentment against his many pranks is softened by the knowledge that, with it all, he was always willing to do what he could to help othersg and, though he was very trying at times, everyone loved him because he was generous and whole-hearted. Like Poor Peter, he could not resist a joke, but he was the best fellow that ever was. The Dead Sparrow. TRANSLATED 'BY CLIFFORD HALLEY, '13. The following lament for Lesbia's sparrow, written by Catullus, who lived a little span of life from 87-54 B. C., is here respectfully re-dedicated go gil the Lesbias in high school who have cried their eyes out over dead ir sz Mourn, O Venuses and Cupids, and whatever men there are of refined graces! My sweet-heart's sparrow is dead-the sparrow of my beloved, which she loved more than her eyes, for it was lovely and knew its mis- tress as well as the girl knows her mother. It did not move from her bosom, but hopping now here, now there, chirped continually to its mis- tress alone. Now it goes yonder along that gloomy way whence no one is permitted to return., But a curse upon you, black shades of Orcus, that devour all delightful things! You have borne away my sweet sparrow! O dreadful deed! O poor little sparrow! By your work my sweet-heart's dear eyes are now red and swollen with weeping. ' Woman Kind. JUNE Maman, 15. Our old Mother Nature is always busy, Changing things till it makes one dizzy, She never gets through with her blowing and growing, And where she will end there is no knowing. 26 The Narrows. l ARTHUR WELLS, '15, At the first bend ofthe railroad, a short distance east of Spencer, we find what is locally known as the f'NarroWs. It is so called because here, there is barely room for the railroad to pass between the high, thickly- wooded bluff' and White River. Near the top of this cliff is a narrow ledge of rock called the goat's path. From here one can see the river flowing peacefully and gently in its bed, a source of comfort and pleasure. As the warm afternoon sun beams down upon the water, it sparkles as if the surface were covered with thousands of diamonds. But suddenly the tranquility of the scene is dis- turbed by a loud rumbling, looking to the north we see a cloud of smoke, and almost before we are aware of what is happening a freight train goes whizzing by far below. But the rattle and roar soon die away, and once more we find the usual serenity. Far up the railroad we soon see an object moving slowly toward us. As it draws closer we observe that it is some Weary Willie who is mak- ing his way to the village with the idea, no doubt, of getting a hand-out and, perhaps, lodging from some of the good housewives of Spencer. But now somewhat refreshed after the fatigue of hill-climbing, we arise and wend our way carefully along - the ledge, noticing 'with interest the little pockets and projections. These hollows are favorite haunts of the weary pedestrian, who can here build a fire and spend a night by its cheerful light and warmth. On reaching the end of the Hgoatls path, we ascend to the top of the hill from which we can see the beautiful river valley below. Two farmers with their teams, returning from their day's labor in the fields, remind us that it is now near the close of day. 'Looking farther to the west We see the cozy little town, nestled among the green hills, the houses partly hidden by the foliage of the great elms and maples. The beautifully colored west- ern sky and the sinking sun complete the picture.. As we descend and near the rail- road once more, we see a band of section men pass on a hand-car on their way home. All of these things again remind me that it is near night-fall, and I must not tarry longer, but hasten to my home in the near-by village. 27 ' ------ A McCormick's Fall. MARIAN BIXLER, '15, 1 After the heat and glare of the summer day, what a relief it is to slip from my wheel and run through the woods in the direction of the low rumbling, which I recognize as that of the fall! Opposite, the perpendicular wall of stone, rough and jagged, suggests strength and durability. On top, the low-hanging limbs of the trees and shrubs droop gracefully over the edge, mosses and vines clamber over the face of the cliff, lending their soft colors as a contrast to the dull leaden- gray of the stone. From where I stand, the polished rock reaches down to the water and stretches across, making a floor worn smooth by the uninterrupted washing of centuries. A few feet from the water is a shelf in the wall, forming a miniature cave, which is the object of much scrambling and sliding on my part, but which, finally attained, is hastily vacated at the sight of a small, squirming, black lizard, which no doubt, is much more alarmed at the strange creature, which has invaded its privacy, than I by its wriggling. A But again the fall clamors for attentiong so to gain a better view, I go around through the wood. By means of vines I swing down onto a level with the foot of the fall,and step out on one of the boulders with which the pool is strewn. The fall is small, hardly deserving the name, but what it lacks in volume it makes up in picturesqueness. The water tumbles over a rough wall of solid stone, similar to that of the cliff above, only not nearly so high. At the base is a semi-circle of steplike rock, over which the water ripples after its merry dash, and these steps complete the vague resem- blance to a throne, which the cliff indefinitely suggests. How simple it is 28 Q L gg H McCORMICK'S FALL-Continued. - 1 to picture a water-fairy holdinglher court on the throne, with a rainbow for a crown, and the water for her robes of state 3 with her mermaids languidly splashing in the pool, or lounging gracefully on the steps of the throne. Perhaps on a still moon-light night a water-nymph comes out from her home under the rocks and for a few brief hours reigns supreme, dressed in silvery robes. with moon-beams for jewels. But the sudden whistle of a red-bird in a neighboring tree brings me back to my surroundings: and again the water flows over dull gray rock, where a few moments ago it rippled through the golden hair of a mermaid. I Leaving the fall, I watch the little stream as it moves almost imper- ceptibly toward the rocks. The water is shallow and very calm, but it is as the calm before the storm, for soon striking the rough bed, it battles its way around, between, and even over the resisting rocks. Beyond these I can only imagine its course. Perhaps after its tussle with the rocks, it flows between meadows and fields, with only the memory of its former power, or, perhaps, it continues its wild course until it joins a larger river and finally reaches the sea. Faustus' Prayer. TRANSLATED BY RUTH ALVERSON, '14. The following prayer to evil powers, translated from Latin is taken from The Tragical History of Doctor Faustusf' written about 1588, by Christopher Marlowe: ' May the gods of Acheron be gracious unto me! Farewell, three-fold divinity of Jehovah! Hail, spirits of fire, air and water! Prince of the orient, Belzebub, monarch of burning Hell and Demogorgon, I propitiate you that Mephistophilis may become visible and arise. By Gehenna, and by the consecratedgwater which now I sprinkle, and by the sign of the cross which now I make, and by my vows, let Mephistophilis himself arise devoted to mef The May Morning. LORNA OOLEY, '15, The sun rose bright o'er hills of gray, And early iiowers sprang upg A little brook beside the way Gladdened the buttercup. The violets and the daisies bright, Were lovely, sweet and gay: The fields were flooded with delight, On this most gladsome day. 29 The Awakener. JUNE IVICKEE, '15. As I stood on the White River bridge one morning last May, I felt that surely before me was as beautiful a picture as one could find in miles around. The strokes of the town clock told me it was the early hour of five. Always I had longed to be near the river when the sun arose--how amply repaid I was for my early rising! Looking south, I saw the outlines of the distant hills, nestled against the sky and wrapt in mist. To the top of one of the hills stretched a ribbon- like roadg here and there old rail fences straggled down to meet it. Sud- denly I glanced at the bank where I had caught a glimpse of something moving. A water-snake was just sliding into the water, where it disap- peared like ea flash. Farther down the river toward the west, the banks were covered with willow and syeamore trees. Closing my eyes to think of this picture, I found myself listening to the rippling of the water, as it tumbled over the rocksg the twittering of the birds, as they called the sun to riseg and the soft air rustling among the leaves. Presently I heard a train whistle. Far-off a watch-dog barkedg chanticleer answered chanti- cleer with lusty Growing. The world seemed to be awakening. Turning, I found the sun had tricked me-it was up, and its rosy face was growing brighter every moment. Its reflection in the water dazzled my eyes, contrasting beautifully with the trees and hills, which now had taken on a green tint. Looking to my right, I saw smoke rolling from the chimney of a farm- house, and heard the master calling the stock. A wagon and a rambling old horse, driven by a healthy-looking country boy, rattled over the bridge. In the back of the wagon was a coop of chickens, little did they know of the fate which awaited them in the neighboring town. Soon a lady and a boy passed. She was evidently going away on the train, for the boy lugged a suit-case, and I heard her warn him not to forget to feed the ducks and turkeys before going to school. The whistles now began to blow, calling the ment to their work. I turned for a last view from the bridge. The mist, which a little before had veiled the hills, was gone. Both nature and man were ready for the dayg the Awakener had not worked in vain. A Rogue. BLANCHE BROWN, '14. The wind blows o'er the meadowsfbleak And plays all kind of airy freaks, But when we ask for what it sneaks It creeps along the meadow creeks. 30 ----W --- e - 1 1 Evening. HARRIETTE WHEELER, '15. The view from White River bridge is very beautiful, especially at sun- set. The sun, nearly to the horizon, sheds its soft radiance over the river and surrounding country. All is quiet, with an occasional sleepy twitter of some bird. Far to the south can be seen the hills, looming distant and purple. To the west at the bend about half a mile away, is a rocky bank rising about twenty feet. At the top of this is the railroad, two lines of glittering steel. The Big Elm, distinguished from the others by its pe- culiar shape, stretches one gnarled limb over the water, as if to seize any object that should by chance pass near. Chained to the trees are boats, which seem, in the dim shadows, like ghosts. Cn the opposite shore are many graceful willows. Back of these is a large cornfield, dark in the fast gathering shadows. My revery is broken. A farm wagon rumbles over the bridge. Sand- wiched in between the farmer and his family are the purchases from the town stores. A suit-case in the back of the wagon, and the happy faces of all suggest the return of one-the mother, I judge. The town clock is striking. I know not the hour, for the number of strokes is lost to my ear as an automobile goes thundering across the bridge. I know, though, that the sun has gone to rest, and the twinkling lights in the town tell me it is time to turn my thoughts homeward. I give one last look at the river, listen once more to the cowbell tinkling in the distance, and hasten away, just as a little boy, in scarlet sweater and cap, brings the rambling old farm horse to the river to drink. 31 T 1 C' The Wonderful Fountain Pen. A Symposium BY RUTH MELICK, '16. She sat gazing anxiously at the blank paper before her. The theme must be written, but about what? Her teacher had said that each pupil might choose his own subject, but she had also said that each of them would be due promptly the next morning. The girl picked up her fountain pen and slowly wrote a few words across the page. Then she crossed them out. They had been used before in one of her themes, and this one must be entirely original. She laid her head on her arm. Perhaps she could think better that way, she would not be attracted by other things. Suddenly her fountain pen that had been resting on the table jumped up. Mystery of mysteries! It began to move across the paper as if it were being guided by someone! The girl looked on in amazement. She read what was writ- ten on the page. It was a theme on a subject that had never been even suggested before in class. Her eyes brightened. Already she saw the A on her paper. The pen, as if by magic, kept on until it reached the bottom of the page. Then it stopped and laid itself on the table. The girl could hardly believe that the difficult theme had been written, so she looked again. To her astonishment she saw that the words were slowly fading from the page, until they had entirely disappeared. She rubbed her eyes. Oh! she exclaimed. I have been asleep-but I have my themelu So she wrote the story that in her dream, the pen had written. i BY LILLIAN HARRIS, '16. 0ne morning a little boy, named Zirphil, sat at his desk in a small school-room. He was poring over a book, and trying to memorize its con- tents. He could not concentrate his mind on the subject, his thoughts were on the fairy stories his grandmother had told him the night before. How nice it would be, he thought, to visit Fairy Land, and see all the Wonder- ful things I All of a sudden a bright light shone before him, almost blind- ing him at first with its radiance. He supposed the school-room would be in great confusion, but everything, to his surprise, was quiet. N0 one seemed to notice it but himself. In the center of this brilliance sat the tiniest creature imaginable. She spoke to Zirpilg he marvelled that any one so small could speak. Her voice was silvery, he thought, and just like music. She said, Zirphil, on every planet one little boy is presented with something magic by the Queen of the Fairies, with which he can benefit the world. I was appointed by Her Majesty to deliver this magic Fountain Pen to you. Make well of it, and not disappoint the Queen. With a wave of the tiny wand she carried in her hand, the light 'swallowed her up and 32 i A SYMPOSIUM--Continued. she slowly vanished out of the window. Zirphil never once doubted the fairy: in those days fairies were not so unusual. He grew to be a man, and wrote many wonderful stories. His fame spread far and wide. He always used this same peng it never Wore outg magic things never do. I once heard the rumor when I visited fairy land that Shakespeare, the great writer, was a descendant of Zirphil, and had in his possession the Wonderful Fountain Pen. Many of the great writers have used it. No one knows he has it. It may be in your possession now, for it will live until the end of time. BY EARL BEAMAN, '16. One day as I was walking the deck of the Lusitania, I saw lying near the railing a fountain pen made of silver, fancifully engraved and inlaid with jewels. I picked it up and hastily made my way to my stateroom. Not that I wanted to steal it, but that it was so pretty it fascinated me. After arriving at my stateroom, I perceived that the pen had been stepped upon, for the barrel was bent and a jewel was pushed partially out of its setting. While examining the pen, I pressed on the jewel in order- to put it in its original position. But imagine my surprise when a cap at the end of the barrel flew open, revealing a cavity in which I discovered three fair-sized diamonds. On closer inspection I found a minute spring operated by the jewel to throw the cap open. I figured out the puzzle in this way. This ingenious piece of workmanship was designed by some one engaged in the trade of smuggling and was used to carry jewels from Europe to the United States. For although duty would have to be paid on the pen, for it was silver and was jeweled on the outside, the duty would be nothing compared with that which would have to be paid on the diamonds which it containedg and the custom-house officers would not be likely to find the cavity, for the jewel which threw the cap open was just the same as all the rest of the jewels with which the pen was set, and would therefore be hard to distinguish. The fact that it had been stepped upon caused it to come open more easily. I took the pen to the proper authorities, who advertised for the ownerg but no one claimed it. And perhaps they had good reasons. BY FREDERICK SCI-IMIDT, '16. About sixty-five years ago in an obscure village of Indiana there lived a boy named Tom Hartford. Tom was known to be very lazy. Many times he had been seen in the woods sitting on the ground with his back against a tree gazing idly into space, and when one asked him what he was doing, he would reply, Just thinkingf One day 33 THE WONDERFUL FOUNTAIN PEN-Continued. . after he had returned from a stroll, he noticed a boy dipping an old-fash- ioned pen in inkg this started Tom thinking how he could improve the pen. About a year after this, Tom's father suddenly came upon him and noticed his son holding something in his hand admiringly. He asked him what he had. My Wonderful fountain pen, responded Tom quietly. Upon being asked where he had found it, he told how he had seen one day a good way to improve pens, this was the result of his work. He then explained the four buttons on the side of the pen, the first, upon being pressed, would fill the pen, the second would write business letters, the third, love letters and all invitations, and the fourth would then make the pen go over all its writing and punctuate it neatly and carefully. All this the pen would do Without any help save the pressing of the buttons. Tom's father was asf tounded. Why, boy, you have made a fortune, he said. Later, when the boy had received his patent and right, he moved to a large city where he built a factory to make his pens. He received an offer from a man in New York to bring his factory there. Tom accepted the offer, and is now living in a fine bungalowgon Central avenue. When the villagers found out that Tom had invented a fountain pen and was now very rich, they nodded their heads and said they knew Tom would make good, and that they wf-re just joking when they called him lazy. Many men have tried but they cannot invent anything as ingenious as Tom's wonderful fountain pen. Spring. LULU xvAiv1r-LEP., Spring is the time Cf all the year When we feel the joy of living. And Spring is here, With all its cheer, New life to each one giving. Spring-beauties are up, Violets come out, Each flower its head is showing. Their fragrance rare ' Thro' all the air The soft south wind is blowing. 24 Q- NQKRQEEZAXXNHZKATHQM gf , Tai . 2 J , X M-f-f J 1 f fnf X, V N Nvv W 5 -in-'ima On Lu The Four Stages. JULIA HIXIAER, flli. The 1'1l'CSi'll1l0ll enter High School With trembling hearts and hands, They've heard vague hints concerning Latin and English exams. As Sophomores they lose their fears Forget their timid ways, Become most bold with Wayward larks Fast fly their care-free days. The Junior year comes all too soon They now must quit their pranks, And all assume a graver look, They soon must join the ranks. At last, at last! they have attained The heights for which they've striven, They're Seniors now, they soon must earn Ah! dreaded day, their liVin'. '36 The Spencerian Staff. RUBY HICKAM, .,..... Editor-in-Chiefg MARIAN BIXLER, .......... Art Editor: CLIFFORD HALLEY, ................. CARL MAYFIELD, . .L Business Manager: . . . . . . . . . . .. Associate Editor-in-Chiefg THOMAS CASSADY, ARTHUR WELLS, NVALTER CLARK, WALKER OOLEY, SELDON STRALEY, ................ .I U A N I T A M c C L A R R E N , C O Y ......... Assistant Business Managers. STEELE, BERTHA COBLE, HER- BERT XVHITE, ..... Assistant EdltOl'S3 Editorial. Now that the time of parting is near, we look back upon our life in the Spencer High School with a broader understanding than was possible when we saw only the joys and trials of the present. During our years of study we have been preparing ourselves for lifeg and we feel that our preparation has not been in vain. In the pages of this year-book, it has been our aim to depict the happenings of our school-days, and to express our gratitude toward the institution to which we owe so much. It may be that some cynical person will smile at our poor effort to show our apprecia- tion, but to us it records a period of life which has meant much in giving us greater self-reliance, in broadening our understanding, and in raising our standard of ideals. The future has an unknown fortune in store for each. Whether we sink to the lowest depths, or rise to the highest pinnacle of fame, we shall all look back on the period of which this annual treats, with the deepest affection and respect for the teachers who have given us the benefit of their learning, experience and counsel, and with the warmest feeling for our school-mates to whom we are so fondly attached. When, in the years to come, we shall turn the pages of The Spencerian,our minds will call up all these familiar scenes and faces, and they will urge us on to re- newed courage and enthusiasm in the battle of life, 37 Q AY Fhfsltmeq bjibi F159 a 91 '5,f2gM Mraz? .41 7?iZ1CZz1z vsizield Emfkans 112 1713 lll110l' Btllvz-J P 164 gl! filo, .4 if YK' 89 wa OI Clffczlvffyy V N b 0 0 ll 1 , H' eric 6 un' 114,111.1 d Q24 if' 4' mm 'U M rzhn ix er oz-a a.:-bers M e ow zvia 1' ez' Q ' zz u er K I O Q . U ' 5 ' 62' G 0 e, 18221210 e use ar P ez' an Az- Q ez- 0 4 i az- a e 31 JI. I., 5 Sb 1:5109 1411960 GA rclmszlfe 1612 Ml A8140 ai! 73.77 Herbal-'l',Yh fe 7327 Rub If lmm 71.00 Gaz-ylllcfyfeld 70 SHS jf, . B utwffk zwchzz- 7437 0 e i ic .3 9 The Seniors. Bruno Meguschar. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator as Brutus is. The translator of many languages. He spends his spare moments reading' 'the . German almanac. Curl Mayiield. Class President, Staff, Man- ager Base Ball Team, Quartevte, etc. Those he e 0 m m a n d s move , only in command,-- Joy Henps. Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how. 'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true, as for the grass to be green, or skies 'to be blue. Little but mighty. She will be the Joy of some x'xu.n'S life. Ln-ah Hnrtmc-ss. There rests a maiden good without p 1' e t e n s e, blest with plain reason and sober sense: no con- quests she but o'er herself desired, no arts essayed, but not to be admired, If all things are creat- ed equal, women should vote. nor does his title hang loose about him, like 21 g'iant's robe upon a dwarf- ish thief. A third cousin to a mountain' ht-'s -1 big' bluff 40 Hn-len Wvllito. Time is that whilome that good poet saydg 'The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, for one by nothing is so well be- trayed, as by his man- ne1's. ' 'Twas by her quiet ways we knew her. THE sEN1oRs-Continued. Ruth Summers. Chorus Slie's pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And 'pleasant too, to think- on. A pleasant maiden, with a happy smile, Whose ten- der. sympathetic life, will make an ideal druggistls wife, llc-rbert VVhlte. StulT, Captain of Base Ball Team, Chorus. His ready speech flowed fair and free, in phrase of gentlest courtesy. Yet seemed that tone and ges- ture bland, less used to sue than to command. The student of classical literature: he scans the pages for Doris Guy Gaston. Sure if I reprehend any- thing in 'this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice de- rangement of epitaphsf' The farm is good enough for me. lun Hancock. Great feelings has she of her own, which lesser souls may never know, A still tongue to a,wise head. . Coy Steele. Staff. A little of thy merri- ment of thy sparkling, light content, give me. Good things come 'tied up in little packages. Sm-lalon E. Straley. Staff. If hc, compact of jars. grow musical, we shall have shortly discord in the spheres. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. and do it first. 41 , THE SENIORS-Continued. Il uth Mitkfhell. Chorus. Make fast the doors on a wornan's wit and it will ily out at the casement: shut that and 'twill out at the keyhole: s'top that and 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. A demurv maiden, who hides a genial mischievous disposition under a mask of sober contemplation. Ruby Hlckxun. Staff. Chorus. A taste for mirth, by con- templation schooled, A taste for ridicule, by vandour ruled, A scorn of folly,which she tries to hide, An awe of talent, which she owns with pride. The Editor-in-Chief is not supposed to prepare lllnglish lessons, G ray Tnudevenh-r. Chorus. His trick of doing noth- ing' with an air: his sal- on manners and society smile were but skin deep. The tower of the Senior elassg he's above everyone. VVulkcr Ooley. Statf. Lo, one who loved true honor more than fame, A real goodness, not a studied name. In the class room he could argue with 'the best, and was' never known to yield to the rest. 42 'SValter Clark. Staff. I have neither th e scholar's m elancholy, which is emu1a'tion,nor the musicians, which is fan- tastical-nor the lawye-r's, which is politic, nor the lady's, which is nice, nor the lover's, which is all theseg but it is a melan- choly of mine own-in which my often rumina- tion wraps me. in a most humorous sadness. A quiet lad whose head is filled with choice bi'ts of literature. 1'liIl'0rd Halley. Staff. Thou wouldst be great: art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend it. WVhat thou wouldst highly, that wouldst thou ho1lly. More dictionaries! I'll learn everything that's in those books. History of the Class of 1913. To the class of '13, the twentieth of September was epoch-making, for on that day they started on the long search of knowledge, their goal the High School diploma. The early morning saw them approaching the old brick building, some from the country, some from the town, the hearts of all were filled with awe as visions of stern professors passed before the in- ward eye. To the boys there was an added dread, for they knew that in- itiation at the hands of the Sophomores awaited them. At the close of this day on the Freshman list were registered fifty-one: twenty-eight boys and twenty-three girls. A strong class it was indeed. Because of inadequate housing capacity, the class was divided into two sections. After a few weeks, organization took place. Carl Mayfield was elected president and Charles Rice, secretary, purple and gold became the class colors, the American Beauty Rose, the class flower, and Virtue is a thou- sand shields, their motto. As Freshmen, they acted well their parts, both in the class-room and on the athletic field, often making even the Seniors strive with redoubled effort to hold their honors. A year later found them well prepared to enter broader fields as Soph- omores. May it be said to their credit that they tried to be a help, rather than a terror to entering Freshmen. This year found their number de- creased lto forty, twenty-four boys and sixteen girls. Carl Mayfield was again elected president of the class and Wayne Mahuren was made secre- tary . The second year passed, as had the first, bringing new difficulties and leaving them overcome at every turn. The Spencer High School, at this time, was not noted for athletics, but in any games that took place, the Sophomores were at the front. At the close of the term, according to a time-honored custom, the class of '13 gave the graduating class a banquet, in behalf of theirlaunching out into a new life. By common consent this banquet was a great success, being unequaled previously in beauty and pleasure. i - The following fall the class entered school under the strengthening title of Juniors. Time had not passed without its losses, for only twenty- nine responded to the roll-call, seventeen boys and twelve girls. For their third year, Walker Ooley was elected president, and Wayne Mahuren was re-elected secretary. Toward the close of this year the Daughters of the American Revolu- tion offered to this class two medalsg one to the boy, and one to the girl, who should write the best essay upon the Principles of the American Revolution. The students worked for eight weeks upon this subject, mak- ing use of the Spencer library, the State library and many private libraries. The typewritten copies, when handed to the judges, were from sixteen hun- dred to two thousand words in length, and were by far the best themes ever written by the class of '13. The judges were: Mrs. Banta, Mr. Levi Beem and Miss Morgang those who examined the papers of the boys were: Mr. T. G. Pierson, Mr. Fred Pochin and Mr. John Smith. After many days spent in reading and re-reading the papers, the judges, who also did a great amount of outside reading to verify certain papers, at length arrived at 43 . HISTORY OI THE CLASSOF 1913-Continued. their decision. , The medals were presented in public, at the Presbyterian Church, which was beautifully decorated with fiags. Judge Grubbs, the speaker of honor, spoke upon The Flag. Several short speeches were made by Spencer people, and patriotic songs were rendered. With a very impressive speech, Mrs. Fowler, who mothered the affair, presented the medals to Ina Hancock and Walter Clark. The Junior year was spent in hard, useful study. That the class of '13 was no tardy one during its third year is shown by the fact that even Cicero could not check them, and before the term was over they had left the conquered orator for the poet Virgil, a new record for the Spencer High School. Intermingled with work was the pleasure of class parties, where the members met and forgot that such a thing as work existed. When the class of '13 returned to school in the fall of 1912 to begin its last year together, only eighteen members, seven girls and eleven boys, were present. Only too many from that once large class had left! Poverty in number, however, incited the remaining eighteen to work the harder to make '13 a worthy class. Carl Mayfield now showed his superiority to Theodore Roosevelt, for he became a third term president. Wilda Brown was elected secretary. This year, for the first time this class had the privilege of an assembly room and all-day sessions, and for the first time both sections recited together. Better studying resulted from this inno- vation. The class regretted deeply the removal of its secretary to the south in the latter part of November. Joy Heaps was now elected secretary. The Senior class has tried to renew athletics in the Spencer High school, and has been giving a good example to the other classes by winning all inter-class games. They have started to organize a High School base- ball team and hope to play with the neighboring high schools. Now only a short time remains for them to work together, for commencement will soon be here. In looking back over the years of high school, they may feel that their work has been well done, for in nothing were they behind their predecessors, and in several lines they have even made new records. In Memoriam. Tyson Brown, a large, strong young fellow with a big heart and a cor- dial manner, entered High School in the fall of 1909. We all liked Ty, and he was one of us heart and soul. Falling back a little in his studies, he became discouraged and left school. 1 In attempting to board a moving train he fell beneath its wheels and lost his life, Sept., 1911. He was the only child of excellent Christian parents, in a comfortable country home, and his going took their all. A 44 History of the Class of 1914. JITNIORS. 1914. ttom l'ONV-1i,llIIJL'l't Spang,'le1', Thomas Cassady, Moiwxarii ljrescher, John Cassady, Ralph Fulk cond row-Ru'Ll1 Alverson, Mary XVhite, Mary Alvurson, Helen Peden, Allene Mathes, Hild Mcguschar. ird row-llertlia Goble. Irma Gray. Ulaliclie llrown. Flossio Edwards. Juanita McC1arr Mary Johnson, Ruth Livingston. l p row-vMary Tcfagardin, Clara. Gaston. On September twelfth, 1910, forty-four happy-hearted boys and girls entered, for the first time, the Spencer High School. As a usual thing, the Freshmen are subject to all sorts of jokes and tricks from the higher classes, and the class of 1910 was no exception. Some of the boys, at the end of three or four days, reported that they had had their faces blackedg others, that they had been tied to trees. Another trick played on them was the attempt to steal the eats at their parties. But notwithstnd- ing this fear, the parties were a joy to all. At the first class-meeting, Thomas Cassady was chosen president, and Mary Teagardin treasurer. At the end of the Freshman year, everyone looked forward to the Sophomore as one step higher on the ladder of success. 'The hopes of a few, we regret to say, were shattered by a card, innocent in its appearance, but ominous in its message- Not Passed. 1 ' However, the fortunate ones the next fall re-entered school as Sopho- mores. They were glad beyond measure that another Freshman class now took their former place and received the jokes of the upper classmen. Thomas Cassady and Mary Teagardin were again president and treasurer. Affairs went on more smoothly the Sophomore year. The class could sym- pathize with the Freshies, but nevertheless join the others in making the Freshman life as miserable aspossible. The Sophia were considerably 45 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1914--Continued. worried by some of the Senioirs harping o.n what a grand time they were expecting at the banquet. The joyful day arrived, and many Seniors de- clared that it far exceeded their hopes. This made the Sophomores realize that in entertaining, at least, they were of some importance. They now began to look forward to the Junior year as another round higher on their ladder. A few failed to gain this last round, but the lucky remainder of the class gathered at the old building the next fall for the Junior year. The former president and treasurer held the third term. The work of this year, at first, was a hard proposition because of the novelty of all- day sessions. Notwithstanding the fact that all were supposed to be intent on their books, occasionally during study periods, candy, cartoons, or poetry mysteriously found its way around the room, just for fun. But if these articles did have to be handed over to the presiding teacher, the givers never entirely lost heart. The Junior class made for itself the repu- tation of being the most mischievous class of the High school. .It has now decided to-take the teachers' advice and become more settled, so as to set a good example for the lower classes. The Juniors have determined to graduate with an unquestioned reputation. The class hopes to have the honor of being the first to be graduated from a new high school building, and only insists that the old proverb, Too good to be true, will not prove true this time. What can defy optimism? Harbingers. EUSTACE VVAGGONER, '15, When the sun drives the fierce frost-king northward To his home o'er the cold Arctic seas, And the song-birds from flower-land returning, . Help to brighten the fast budding trees, Then thro' blankets of velvety verdure, Sweet wild-flowers lift their heads, And the birds, and bees and blossoms Bring beauty where once all was dead. 46 ottom row-Au:-:tin Royer, lliclmrd Rice, Herschel Powell, liustalru XX':ig:go11m', Earl .Xnli The Class of 1915. JUANITA BAUMGARTNER. SUPHOMORES, 1915. . Leland I-Iighct. c-ond row-Elizabeth Fish:-r, Nina lleem, hodema lllcfflarren, Mahi-1 l ax'sons, Mildred Smitl Nina Chambers. Lorna Ooley, Edna Beatty, l+IdithPa1'1'ish. lhird row--'Harriette XVheeler, June McKee, Marian Bixler, Juanita FSaumg':11'tner, Cathairint Milligan. Sammy Beem, Elizabeth Melick, Gladys IlIcAuley. op row-Lulu Wampler, Arminta XYil1iams, Doris Boyers, Marie Ilabbs, Ivan Melick, 1121118 Stwalley, Leonard Mitchell. In September, 1911, the present Sophomore class entered the Spencer High School. Our first class-meeting was a memorable affair. Therein we elected Eustace Waggoner, president, and Sammy Beem, treasurer, selected crimson and white for our colors, and chose the carnation for our flower. Within the year we attended three parties, two of which were given by the High School, and one, later in the year, when we felt less verdant, by the Freshman class, itself, at the home of Elizabeth Melick. . When we were initiated into the mysterious branches of Latin and Algebra, we marvelled at the wondrous knowledge of the upper classmen who took indirect discourse as a matter of course, and had mastered all the unknown quantities. The girls thought that Botany would really be a very interesting subject if it were not for the handling of the horrid, slimy spirogyra. In English we all struggled manfully with themes, re- joicing when an A. made its appearance, sorrowful when it happened to be a D. When we returned this year, we were glad, indeed, of the appellation, Sophomores. Although the class had dwindled somewhat since the last spring-for there were only thirty-five in it at the beginning of the yearf we were still considered a little overgrown. No longer were we Freshies, looked down upon and laughed at, but Sophomores, allied to the Seniors and revered by all the classes. It was now our privilege to bestow numer- ous scornful epithets upon the innocent, credulous Freshmen, they were 47 ' ilu g HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1915--Continued. the greenies now, and we were the upper classmenf' At the first Sopho- more class-meeting we elected Arthur Wells, treasurer. We have had two parties this year, one at the home of Juanita Baumgartner and one at Marie Babbs'. At both of these we enjoyed ourselves immensely. At present we are all anticipating with pleasure the most important event, to us, of the season, the Sophomore-Senior banquet, when we shall have the honor of entertaining our particular friends, the graduating class. As we look forward to this event we are hoping that in a few years We our selves shall be the guests of honor. Debate. Among the innovations of the school year is that of debating. The thorough and willing preparation and the interest of the classes assured success. We trust that by next year this new feature will have become a permanent institution in the school curriculum. On March tenth, the two sections of the Sophomore class debated the question: Resolved, That Alexander was a greater military genius than Hannibal. The B section, represented by Marie Stwalley, Arthur Wells and Eustace Waggoner, was given the afiirmativeg and the A section, repre- sented by Doris Boyer, Ivan Melick and Herschel Powell, the negative. The judges, Miss Brayton, Carl Mayfield and Bruno Meguschar, after compli- menting both sides for their able work, rendered their decision in favor of the negative. Their report brought forth hearty applause. A The question, Resolved, That Caesar was a greater military genius than Napoleon, was the subject of a lively debate, held by the Junior class, March eleventh. Those taking the afiirmative were Flossie Edwards, Ruth Livingston and Mary Teagarding those, the negative, were Rupert Spang- ler, Mary White and Hilda Meguschar. The evidence given by both sides was straight-forward and forceful. After due consideration the judges, John Cassady, Clifford Halley and Thomas Cassady, rendered their de- cision in favor of the negative. I On Friday, March twenty-eight, the winning team of the Junior class, Hilda Meguschar, Mary White and Rupert Spangler, and the winning team of the Sophomore class, Doris Boyer, Ivan Melick and Herschel Powell, dis- cussed in the assembly room, during the last two periods, the question, Resolved, That Napoleon was a greater military genius than Hannibal. The Juniors were given the afiirmative and the Sophomores, the negative. The judges, Rev. Duncan, Mrs. Cochran and Mrs. Guy Pierson, rendered their decision of two to one in favor of the affirmative. Besides the debate there were several other interesting numbers. That the visitors and stu- dents-enjoyed the program was shown by the hearty applause. 48 The High School Orchestra. 0RCHES'l'RA. Sitting-Marian Bixler, Arthur XVe1ls, Thomas Cassady, June McKee. Standing-Frederick Schmidt, John Cassady, NX'ulte1' Coffey, Dir., Duke Patrick, Luther Ashl The high school orchestra, organized at the beginning of the year, is composed of eight students and Mr. W. S. Coffey, director. The advantage of an orchestra in high school has long been discussed, but an organization was never before effected, due partly to the lack of an assembly room, and partly to the lack of a competent director. Under the leadership of Mr. Coffey, who has charge of music in the schools, and directs the town orchestra, our school band should make fine progress. The orchestra made its first appearance before the High School one morning in the second quarter, playing well, considering its short existence, and meeting with a hearty reception. The students and teachers take much interest and pride in its success. The members themselves are enthusiastic and would be more so with additional instruments. They trust that next year's' Freshman class may be productive of at least a flute, clarinet, trombone, viola, 'cello and double bass. They are to play for the commencement ex- ercises-a part which has usually been taken by the town orchestra-and although this will be their first appearance in public, we expect from them a most creditable showing. 49 The Class of 1916. FR ESIINIEN A . 1 916. lzotioni ruwe-F1'ede1'lclc Schniidt, John Rohr-l'tson, Roy' Grunt, I.lu'the1' Ashley, Archie Coffey. 81001141 row-Ruth Lfulim-r, ltuth Melick, Edith Meirusclizu-, Dorothy Powell, Jeanette Joslin, Nora Maners, Mabel Greene. V y Third 1'0WV-VL'l'I12l Lawson, Earl Beaman, Irma Cocrhrzine, Edward ljoyers, Lillian Harris, Hestex P' -'i h .iii s . 170111111 row-Mina Easton, Marie Easton, Mary Mc-Gee, Katharine Kelly. The Class of 1916. The class of 1916 started on its highschool career Sept. 16, 1912. For a few days, bewildered Freshmen wandered around hopelessly lost, but by the end of the first week they had become acquainted with the intricate mazes of the high school building. The imitative instinct seemed strongly developed in this class, so closely did they watch their elders, profiting or losing, according to the merit of the example. What the Freshmen lacked in quality was made up in quantity, for in the beginning of the year the class numbered forty-nine. Although this class has but a short history, this is Written lest some one should forget that in the year 1912 there was a Freshman class. 50 ' ,Y...., The Class of 1916. V FRESHMEN H. 1916. Bottom row-Ora Rumple, Troy I-leaps, Duke l'atriek, Hubert Pierce, lddward Hubbard, Second row-Alice Peden, Nellie Barnes, Venessa Thomas, Kathyrn Royer, Faye Edwards, Third row-Nordau Heaps, Zelda Yearns, Mary Frances Cooper, Priscilla Sloan, Nella Franklin Lester Robertson, Sylver Parrish. V Top row-Vifhite McAuley, Jennie Mayfield. To the Freshmen. mini cocnmn, '16. I am glad I am a Freshman, A wearer of the rose, So white and pure and noble In a bed of green it grows. Some say we are a little green, But we don't mind a bit, For we think it quite an honor, In the south side hall to sit. The Sophomores and the Juniors They surely must forget - That once they too were Freshmen, With much worry and much fret. And the Seniors, goodness gracious! They're so dignified and bright, That any where you find them, They'll say we are a fright. , So here's to you, dear Freshmen, With your coral and your browng We're a credit to our high school, Tho' we've made you all to frown. 51 1 The High School Chorus. CIIURUS. Ioltom l'0VV-Al'tlllll' Wells, Mo1'g'a.11 llruscher. Gray Vamlm-vontv1'. Eustaco XN':1g'u'om-l'. -1-ond row-Alice I'eden, Nina llc-em. Julia llixls-V. Marian Ilixlvr, I'risr'illu Sloan, Allviic- Math- 4-s. Hi-lon IR-dr-n. No1'z1.Manm's. lhiwl row--lrma Coq-liruiie. Zi-lrlu Yi-urns, .TL-:liwitw Joslin, Mary Whitt-, llilliziu Harris, Cathar- ine Nillipgzin, Nina llllklllllH'l'S, Mildred Smith. lourtli rowvliutlmrimw Kelly, llorotliy Powell, Iii-rthai Uolwlr-, Flossii- Iddwurcls, Marie ldztston .Juanita Mc'K'l:u'r1-11, Ruth Suimnors. Ruby I-Iivkum. ldliznbollu Fislu-r. Gladys Mcriuloy. vp i'4m'fXX'altl-1' Coffey. dire-clor, Mina Euston. Mary JOllllSOll. Clzirzi Gaston. Marie llabbs Hlziiiclw lirown, Ruth Mitchell. On January twentieth, 1913, the high school students specially inter- ested in singing were organized into a chorus, under the management of our faithful instructor, Mr. Coffey. Tuesday of each Week, from four to live, was chosen for practice. The following selections have been studied with particular interest: Soldiers, Chorus, God of the Nations, and Pilgrims Chorus. The school is hoping to hear from this organization in the near future. QL .K li'l'E'l'. Eustacu XX'ag::o11e1', Arthur Wells, Carl Maylield, .John Llassady. , 52 Sept. 1 Sept. 18. Sept. 25. Sept. 27. Oct. 1. Oct. 11 Oct. 14 Oct. 15 Oct. 16 Oct. 17. Oct. 18 Oct. 29 Nov. 1. Nov. 4. Nov. 5. Nev. 6. Nov. 7. Nov. 8. Nev. 11. Nov. 12. Nov. 13. The High School Calendar. -School opened with the usual round of greetings, hunting books, and blacking the Freshies' l' faces. Eighteen Seniors! Hurrah for the assembly room! Enthusiastic opening exercises! Rev. Duncan, pastor of the Baptist church, gave the students an excellent talk on, Making the Most of Our Opportuni- ties. During the first Freshmen classmeeting, the following, in a shrill, commanding tone, either by Lillian Harris or Mary Frances Cooper, was heard, HI move We vote by standing or holding hands. Mr. Monicle entertained the High School with some readings from Riley. Several of the Freshman girls, not yet acquainted with Mr. Oholey's numerous signs, declared that he tried to flirt with t em. The Sophomores had a party at the home of Miss Juanita Baumgartner. The chaperones were Miss Boyd and Miss Brayton. Herbert White, in Latin recitation- Miss Milligan, can a person really love more than once '? Mary Francis Cooper inquires of the upper classmen Where she may obtain a First Year Latin Pony. Rev. Banta, pastor of the Presbyterian church, gave the High School some helpful advice. Senior hay-ride to the country-home of Mr. Gaston, about three miles from town. The favorite Senior games were played and also some practical jokes on certain members of the class. Mr. and Mrs. Ooley, Miss Boyd and Miss Brayton Werecfhe cause of the exceptionally good behavior of the jolly crow . The student body enjoyed Mr. Pochin's reminiscences of the High School. Monday before quarterly exams! The Wise ones start to cram. The rest still enjoy life careless-wise. Election night, Class Fight. Tuesday-more dust-covered books hauled out! Wednesday-Everybody lays in a supply .of midnight oil. Final start! The fight is on! Thursday-Agony ! Friday-More Agony! Evangelist Wilson, of the Christian church, addressed the students. Ed H., sitting in back seat in botany, and Wanting to move next to Duke P., so they can talk:- Honestly, Miss Boyd, I can't see a thing back here. Miss Boyd- All right, Ed, move up here on this front seat. Ed- Oh I can see a little better now, I guess this seat will be all right. , Mr. Tuttle, singer with Rev. Wilson, favored us with several songs. 53 Nov Nov Nov Nov Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Dec. Dec. Dec. Dec. Dec. Dec. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. THE HIGH SCHOOL CALENDAR-Continued. Rev. Foster, pastor of the Christian church, addressed the High School. Rev. Harriman, pastor of the First Presbyterian church of Martinsville, gave the High School a very interesting talk. Junior hay-ride to Stinesville. Seedy? No! What makes Catharine Milligan look so longingly at the Seniors? Fellow Student: What if the old High School should burn ? J. H. C.: I hope it don'tg I wouldn't be able to remove my conditions. Rev. Ragle, pastor of the M. E. church, addressed the High School. How does Mr. Stewart always know when to stand on the landings? The Seniors were very sorry to lose one of their most popular members, Wilda Brown, who moved to Alabama. Dismissed for Thanksgiving! What would the Junior class do if it weren't for the Big Four ? Mr. O. E. Dunn gave the students a very instructive talk. Richard Rice's pompadour is the envy of all the boys, and the admiration of all the girls. Siamese twins-Clifford Halley and Miss Milligan. Why do the Freshmen stop digging to listen to the Seniors' arithmetic lesson? Miss Milligan read The Other Wise Man to the High School in morning exercises. Two weeks vacation! Christmas! Back again! The Juniors' Little Twin came back to-day. Mr. John Cox, '01, of the U. S. navy, entertained the High School with a vivid account of his experiences in the South Sea Islands. , The second quarter the Seniors were delightfully enter- tained at the home of Gray Vandeventer. Since the class is unequally divided as to boys and girls, each member had the privilege of inviting some friend. The chief amusement was getting Miss Boyd and Miss Brayton to bite on certain Jokes pulled off by the Senior comedians. Dr. Cox gave the students an instructive talk on preventable diseases. The Sophomores had a party at the home of Miss Marie Babbs. Many delightful games were played, and all had a splendid time. The chaperones were Mr. and Mrs. Ooley, Miss Boyd and Miss Brayton. ' Agony! Exams! More Agony! More Exams! NCTICE-Anyone finding a cap straying around in the halls, please return to Tom Cassady and receive reward. 54 Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Feb Feb. Feb Feb. Feb Feb Feb. Feb Feb Feb Feb THE HIGH SCHOOL CALENDAR-Continued. What kind of malady is it that causes Gray Vandeventer to break forth into melody the second period in the afternoon? This ad. was urged to be put in at once: WANTED-Some one who will get Guy Gaston a date. Please answer as soon as possible as the time is growing short. Fellow Student: What is your favorite flower? M. C. W.- Sweet Williams. Dr. Pierson continued the important topic of preventable diseases. Coasting does not agree with Rupert Spangler. However, it saves theme writing! Mr. Guy Pierson addressed the students on the Young Men's Christian Associationfi The Juniors had a party at the home of Miss Flossie Ed- wards. Splendid games, splendid refreshments, splendid gmail The chaperones were Mr. and Mrs. Ooley and Miss oy . Miss Harriette Wheeler entertained the Sophomore class in honor of her sixteenth birthday. The class presented her with a gold bar-pin. . How many valentines did you receive? Juanita Baumgartner, authority on the subject. Miss Brayton remarked in the Freshman class that she learned something new about boys every five minutes. At that rate she will soon be posted! Twice this year the Freshmen have forgotten their annual pursuit of learning, and have indulged in skating parties at the Rexal Rink. Their debutante party was attended by some of the more daring members of the faculty, none of Whom would fall heir to a prize for graceful skating. One student remarked that Mr. Ooley was seen illustrating the Fall of the Year. All were served with sandwiches and chocolate, prepared by Miss Lou Bartmess. The second party was as successful as the first, although it had not as large an attendance, and no refreshments on account of the bank- ruptcy resulting from the initial attempt. Evangelist Nichols, of the M. E. church, acquainted us with some of the interesting features of Chinese life, gained from his fifteen years' experience as a missionary. Several members of the graduating class have taken the teachers' examination. One, at least, covered himself with glory. Everyone certainly enjoyed the first student program, con- sisting of four numbers: Violin solo, .............. Duke Patrick Piano duet, Harriette Wheeler, June McKee Violin solo, ............ Thomas Cassady A Vocal solo, ............... Carl Mayfield Mr. Stone, County Superintendent, emphasized the necessity of using clear English. The illustrations from his oflicial work were most telling. 55 ' -4 March March March March March March March March March March March March March March March March March March ..--. -.rlwuw ,- -0- -.- -Y .. LW Y. . THE HIGH SCHOOL CALENDAR-Continued. The two most important things in the Junior class are John's knife and a last year's pony. Mrs. Croft, State Superintendent of W. C. T. U., talked to the students. We enjoyed another program by the students: Violin solo, ............. .Marian Bixler Vocal solo, .............. Leah Bartrness Reading, ............. Bruno Meguschar The Seniors took a trip to Indianapolis, under the chaperon- age of Mr. Cassady. The morning was spent at the State House. At noon a luncheon was given, after which the bunch attended the matinee. The Freshmen are glad to say that but five members have fallen out of the class since school began. The Sophomores debated the question: Resolved, That Alexander was a greater military genius than Hannibal. Vern Spangler was caught flirting with the waitress during the Senior Banquetl' at Indianapolis. During Exam. week of the third quarter, Leah Bartmess invited the Seniors to her home to pull taffy. Only a few were able to attend but they had an enjoyable time. Why does Zelda look so sleepy? Agony! More Agony! Mr. Woodpecker visited school today. Where does Ruby get so many flowers? I1Ias?Walter Clark a case with the Junior who sits opposite im. Joy has returned. Judge Wilson spoke to the High School. Junior debate: Resolved, That Napoleon was a greater military genius than Caesar. The affirmative won. The following students gave a delightful program: Violin solo, .............. Arthur Wells Piano duet, . . . Mary and Fern Teagardin ' Reading, ................ Walker Ooley The High School is certainly proud of its orchestra. Prof. Ooley announces that hereafter he will crack jokes on Thursdays, and that anyone laughing at any other time will find it no joke. A 1 Miss Hazel Barns, '12, of Indiana University, visited the Freshman class. . Miss Boyd, History III,- When did Napoleon die ? John C.- He died in 1821 and was buried in 1841? Another sure sign of spring-the boys met to discuss a baseball team. Nordau Heaps has a new knife-a great joy to the pupils and a great grief to the teachers. ' Not much studying doneg everyone talking about the floodg several of the High School boys took an active part in the rescue work. - 56 THE HIGH SCHOOL CALENDAR-Continued. March 27. Roy Grant fell into the river, hoping thereby to get his name in the annual. ' March 28. A delightful program was given in the assembly room, this March 31. April 1. April 2. April 8. April 9. April 10. April 11. April 19. April 26. April 28. April 29. April 30. May 1. May 2. May 4. May 5. May 7. May 8. May 9. May 12. afternoon, consisting of the following: Selection, ................... Orchestra Quartette, Carl Mayfield, Arthur Wells, Eustace Waggoner, John Cassady Debate, Resolved: That Napoleon was a greater military genius that Hannibal, . . . . . . . . .Juniors and Sophomores Reading, ................... Coy Steele Announcement by Judges: Aflirmative won Song of Victory, ........... Quartette There were a number of visitors and all enjoyed the program. The following water-bound students returned today: Irma Gray, '14, Gladys McAuley, '15, White McAu1ey, '16, Hubert Pierce, '16. This is the only day you can write notes that Miss Boyd refuses to read. If the debate turned Mary White, was her speech read? Sammy Beem has changed his tacticsg he now amuses him- self by making cartoons. The High School enjoyed another student program: Piano duet, .... Ruby and Lenore Hickam Reading, ................ Herbert White Violin duet, John Cassady, Arthur Wells Reading, .................. Ivan Mehck Coy Steele donned long trousers to have his picture taken for the annual. Mr. J. L. Duncan gave a reminiscence of his high school days. Base Ball! Gosport vs. Spencer! Gosport 8, Spencer 7! Not a bad start. Hurrah! Martinsville vs. Spencer! Spencer 5, Martinsville 4! Carl Mayfield sprained his ankle. , Mr. Hickam addressed the students. Sophomore banquet in honor of the Seniors. The Spencerian in press. Last day for Seniors. Senior Class Day! ' Mr. Stewart and Mr. Ooley entertain Seniors. Baccalaureate. Seniors entertained by Mr. and Mrs. Vandeventer. Agony! More Agony! Commencement. Final report cards! Fond farewells. 57 The Alumni. We of the Alumni Committee have certainly enjoyed the preparation of the work which we have undertaken for The Spencerian. We appreciate the kindness, and the readiness with which the Alumni have responded to our requests for aid, and hope our share of the work may please them. A Message From the Class of '76, The first commencement exercises of our town High School were held May 11, 1876, on the third floor of the present building, which was one large, unfinished attic with a rude, high platform against the south wall. With much labor from teachers and pupils, and with a liberal use of sheets, carpets and evergreen, a suitable stage appeared. While the surroundings were somewhat crude, this commencement was similar to present-day entertainments. One feature, however, has never been repeated: a mem- ber of the class, Luella Pratt, was united in marriage to Mr. John Evans, an hour before the exercises began, and surprised her class-mates by re- ceiving her diploma as Mrs. instead of Miss. The class had five members: William Moffett, David Vandament, Al- bert Weatherly, Effie Johnson and Luella Pratt. They were both the orators and the musicians of the occasion. The musical selections were, Larboard Watch, Good-bye, Old Home, and other songs familiar thirty-seven years ago. William Moffett, who became judge of the Knox County circuit court, died at his home in Vincennes five years ago. David Vandament, a Methodist minister, resides in Greencastle, and Albert Weatherly, a busi- ness man, lives in Oklahoma. Eflie Johnson, after teaching in our home schools for several years, married Mr. Hancock of Morgantown, and died years ago. Luella Pratt still resides in Spencer, where for twenty-five years she served as organist of the Christian church. While it is regretted that two bright members of the class have passed away, it is gratifying to know that all remained true to the teachings of their instructor, Mrs. Hunt and made a success of life. There are hours long departed which memory brings, Like blossoms of Eden to twine round the heart, And as time rushes by on the might of his wings, They may darken awhile but they never depart. The Lonesome I.-The Class of '83. To the large classes of the- Spencer High School of today, it seems strange to think of commencement and graduation for a class of one. Yet the class of 1883 contained but one member, Mr. Oliver Dunn, now a local druggist. The good quality of the class certainly did much to make up for its lack of quantity. It is said Mr. Dunn was unanimously elected class president in his senior year, that he also claimed the honors of his class, 58 l THE ALUMNI-Continued. and the high esteem of his classmates. But it must have been dull sitting in the Senior Row, with no one with whom to talk, while the teacher was looking over toward the frisky Freshmen, or no one to whom he could covertly slip a note. But Mr. Dunn is 'said to have been so quiet and studi- ous that it was probably easier for him than it would have been for certain members of the class of 1913. , A Message From the Class of '92. The class of '92 was celebrated specially for intellectual brilliancy, which enabled a very large majority of its members to complete their scholastic education long before the date of graduation. It started with an enrollment of forty-seven, but only seven sheep-skins were required to fill the demand on commencement evening. The vacant places on the old opera-house stage were filled up with the best upholstered furniture, fur rugs, piano lamps and Boston ferns that could be borrowed from the friends of the class. The decorations included the class-colors-black and orange -the national emblem, the faculty of two, and the members of the school board. Like all classes this class was soon scattered, and re- unions previously planned never became realities. The roll follows: Ella Anderson and Demia Johnson, deceased, Burah Dickerson-Mrs. Fred Cooper, Nellie Branham-Mrs. Byron Coffey, Indianapolis, Jennie Mullinix -Mrs. Frank Shipley, New York City, Mary Price, deputy clerk of Owen Co., and one lone boy, Guy Pierson, a local lumber dealer. A Message From the Class of '93. The seventeenth commencement was held in the old opera-house April 28, '93. The class numbered seventeen, the largest which had then been graduated--an honor which it held for many years. It somehow managed to be seated on the little platform, under its colors-scarlet and gold-and its motto, On and On. Each member gave a brief oration, and all did credit to the elocution teacher who trained them--Miss Rose Joslin of Greencastle. Excellent music was furnished by the class and the teachers, assisted by Mrs. Charles Miller, a fine pianist. Two eight-hand piano num- bers were rendered, one of them being a Symphony of Beethoven. Three members died early: Emma Keuerleber, Rose Barker, James Loy. Only four remain in Spencer: Eva Smith, Gertrude Morgan, Emily Drescher, John Bennett. The others, scattered to the four points of the compass, are: Cyrus Mead, Grace Dunn, Clay Meek, Heber Michener, Helen Michener, Ruby Sadler, Iva Ellis, Ada Stillinger, Etta Pryor, Grace Rich- ards. Fourteen have married, and on the whole the seventeen have made a fair showing in life. 59 THE. ALUMNI-Continued. A Message From Dr. Aley. It has been said that the western part of Owen County produces, from its rough surface, little but black-berries and teachers. That the iiavor of the latter is good, more than one of the eastern universities can testify. The following lines from Robert J. Aley, president of the University of Maine, will be eagerly read by many of the old boys and girls: A Orono, Maine, March 28, 1913. My dear Mr. Ooley: My first experience in a High School was on September 4, 1882, when I began work as Principal at Spencer. I have never had a more interesting or valuable experiencevthan the four years' connection with that high school gave. The school consisted of about eighty pupils. Supt. Harwood and I did all the teaching. I remember that my teaching stunt was ten regular classes and one extra at 7:30 A. M. For this rather strenuous effort I was paid the munificent sum of 532000. My salary was increased regularly 3580.00 per year, so that for my fourth year I received 3560.00 Those were happy days. The young people were fine-spirited, inter- ested and interesting. We were more than teacher and pupils-we were friends. That fine relation has continued, and to-day my most valued friends are the men and women who were my boys and girls from '82 to '87, Yours truly, 1 ROBERT J. ALEY. A Message From Miss Ahern. I The following letter from Miss Mary Eileen Ahern, editor of 'Public Libraries, platform lecturer on library topics before many Chautauquas, and patron saintv of our Spencer Library, will be of interest to many: Chicago, March 28, 1913. My dear Miss Milligan: Your request gives me pleasure in the remembrance it shows of my claim on the alumni of the Spencer High School. I am sorry that the proper message to send in response does not come immediately to mind. I can, however, send a sincere assurance of interest and good-will. I sincerely hope that the students of today in the Spencer High School are enjoying their Work and position as much as I did when I was in the same place. I am always sincerely grateful for the experience, the environ- ment, the friends and even the indifference that fell to my lot. They all contributed to a discipline and preparation which I have found useful many times since. And always I remember with the greatest pleasure the teachers of those days, the gentle but efiicient and well-beloved Miss White, the tal- ented and sometimes tempestuous Miss Abraham, and the unforgettable Mrs.. Hunt, whose mental and physical vigor stimulated us as nothing else 60 THE ALUMNI--Continued. would have done. These names stand for much that is good and for many cherished memories of our high school days. The august board that occasionally chose to sit on the platform, filling our souls with awe but emptying our minds of all ideas, are not forgotten- Judge Robinson, Dr. Belles, Mr. Bladen and Mr. Fowlerg men who were regarded as the village fathers. How reverential was our attitude toward them in those days! I sincerely hope the present high school students have as pleasant ex- periences as We had, and that life will give them opportunity in like measure as it has given to those of us who were of the Spencer High School in the days of long ago. Yours very truly, MARY EILEEN AHERN. Invoking the Muse. MARMN BIXLER, '15. I have been told to Write a rhyme, It's theme must serious beg i And though I've spent near half the time, No rhyme time has come to me. It must be seven lines or more, With meter of the best, But still from out my scanty store, No poem can I Wrest. The others all around I see I Are Writing rhymes at will, As yet no rhyme has come to me, And I am waiting still. Perhaps this poem you may hold Both frivolous and light, But at my failure do not seold To me it's serious quite. 61. The Alumni Roll. In preparing this roll of Alumni, we have ransacked the archives of the old school building, and the memories of our friends. But both lacked perfect reports, and, in spite of faithful efforts, we must beg your clem- ency for errors and omissionsj As to the starred names, we cannot forget our departed if we would. They are absent, and yet in a strange and wonderful way, with us. Class of 1876. Efiie Johnsonfi Mrs. M. T. Hancock. William Moffett? Luella Pratt-Mrs. John Evans, Spencer. David Vandament, Minister, Greencastle, Indiana. Albert Weatherly, Business Man, Oklahoma. Rollo Cverstreetf: Class of 1878. Mary Ahern, Editor, Chicago, Illinois. Mollie Coifey-Mrs. W. E. Swigart, Indianapolis, Indiana. Alonzo Moffett, Editor, Elwood, Indiana. A A Class of 1879. Hester Alverson--Mrs. Alonzo Moffett, Elwood, Indiana. Curtis Alverson, Farmer, Spencer. William Fisher, Eye and Ear Specialist, Chicago, Illinois. Benjamin Franklinf Bert F. Sloan, Board of Trade, Indianapolis, John Whitaker. Class of 1880. Agnes Pochin, Pasadena, California. Samuel Coble. Class of 1881. John Archer, Assistant State Veterinary Surgeon, Spencer. Johanna Ahern-Mrs. W. S. Johnson, Indiana. Rose Dowdall-Mrs. W . McPherrin, California. Mattie Dowdall-Mrs. Auker, California. Frank Hays, Spencer. Nora J ohnson--Mrs. Hughes Mason, Indianapolis, Indiana. Mollie Mayfield-Mrs. J. E. Conviss, Spencer. Sallie Meek-Mrs. Willis Hickam, Spencer. Mattie Moore-Mrs. Wm. Cavins, Bloomfield, Indiana. Amy Mullinix-Mrs. D. A. Rawlings, Spencer. Annie Overstreet, Mrs. L. M. Melick, Spencer. James Pryor, Little Rock, Arkansas. Annie Wiles-Mrs. W. A. Pickens, Indianapolis, Indiana. Sarah Williamsf-Mrs. John Fisher. 62 THE ALUMNI ROLL-Continued. Class of 1882. Francis Closeft Benjamin Joslin, Mail Clerk, St. Paul, Minnesota. Class of 1883. Oliver Dunn, Druggist, Spencer. Class of 1884. Mrs. Effie Hopper-Mrs. Geo. Wampler, Spencer. Hala Meek-Mrs. Lynn Boyd, Newcastle, Indiana. Jesse Peden, Commercial Traveler, Spencer. Mattie Wiles-Mrs. B. F. Sloan, Spencer. Class of 1885. Hattie Eliot-Mrs. Frank Need, Spencer. Alta Figg-Mrs. Woy, San Pedro, California. William Mullinix, Teacher, Attica, Indiana. Frank Post, Druggist, Murpheysboro, Illinois. Renos Richards, Physician, Patricksburg, Indiana. George Wampler, Photographer, Spencer. Class of 1886. Louis Drescher, Surveyor, Spencer. Minnie Hopper-Mrs. R. M. Dalton, Worthington, Indiana. Cora Jury, Spencer. Charles Meek, Teacher, Boise City, Idaho. Maggie Michener-Mrs. C. M. Wilkinson, St. Paul, Minnesota Walter Peden, Farmer, Spencer. Class of 1887. Essie Cheatwoodt--Mrs. Herbert Briggs. a Edna Fowler-Mrs. John Smith, Spencer. Ada Freeland--Mrs. H. A. Mansfield, Indianapolis, Indiana. Minnie Harsh-Mrs. E. W. Summerville, Indianapolis, Indiana. Clara Hornadyft Maud Lemont-Mrs. Hoyt King. Louis Schmidt, County Clerk, Spencer. Edward Scott, Clothier, Grand Junction, Colorado. Grant Stull, Bloomington, Indiana. Ruth Wiles-Mrs. J. P. Peden, Spencer. 631A THE ALUMNI ROLL-Continued. ' Class of 1888. A Mina Bolling-Mrs. Chas. Murphy, Spencer. Mary Bolling-Mrs. William Haxton, Kennewick, Washington. Louis Bolling, Physician, Attica, Indiana. . Eugene Daggy, Farmer, Kansas. ' Nannie Gray--Mrs. E. T. Barnes, Spencer. Delmar James, Springfield, Illinois. Dora Michener-Mrs. E. R. Stevens, Newport. Jessie White-Mrs. E. C. Steele, Boise City, Idaho. Louis Beem, Colorado. ' A Class of 1889. Mamie Anderson-Mrs. Breedlove, Zionsville, Indiana. Minnie Beem-Mrs. E. R. Zaring, Chicago, Illinois. Anna Ellis-Mrs. A. W. Howard, Boulder, Colorado. Guy Ellis, Farmer, Spencer. Florence Everly-Mrs. S. Demarcus, Spencer. Lillie Jarvis-Mrs. B. C. Laurimore, Spencer. Winifred Morgan--Mrs. Earl Leaply, Spencer. Lola McHaley--Mrs. Charles Thomas, Indianapolis, Indiana. Nellie Mullinix, Accountant, Indianapolis, Indiana. Charity Pickens-Mrs. Eugene Daggy, Kansas. John Walls? fcoloredj. Howard Peden, Farmer, Spencer. Jennie Trothf Class of 1890. Edward Dunn, Lawyer, Chicago, Illinois. Mettie Cosner-Mrs. Litna Adamson, Nashville, Tennessee. Walker Dickerson, Shoe Merchant, Cincinnati, Ohio. Milton Gantz, Agent for Ginn 85 Co., Elgin, Illinois. Ida Repass+Mrs. Walter Coffey, Spencer. Oliver Robinson, Custom House Officer, Ogdensburg, New York Hattie Wayland-Mrs. Wagner, Terre Haute, Indiana. George Willoughby, Physician, Gosport, Indiana. Class of 1891. Blanche Bladent-Mrs. R. H. Richards. Nettie Colole-Mrs. Milton Gantz, Elgin, Illinois. Maude Coffey-Mrs. J. M. Sadler, Spencer. Ora Davis-Mrs. J. Holmes Harmon, Spencer. Ida Harsht-Mrs. Thomas Criss. Pearl Mayfield-Mrs. Wm. Hopper, Indianapolis, Indiana. - Ina Oliver-Mrs. L. F. Redd, Wasson, Illinois. Dora Smith Ccoloredl-Mrs. J. Fretville, Indianapolis, Indiana. Shipley Wayland, Physician, Chicago, Illinois. Otis Smithtfcoloredj. I4 W es THE ALUMNI ROLL-Continued. class of 1892. Ella Andersonf Nellie Branham--Mrs. B. H. Coffey, Indianapolis, Indiana. Burah Dickerson-Mrs. Fred Cooper, Spencer. Demia J ohnson. ' Jennie Mullinix-Mrs. Frank Shipley, New York City. Guy Pierson, Lumber Dealer, Spencer. Mollie Price, Stenographer, Spencer. Class of 1893. Rosa Barkert-Mrs. Edgar Johnson. Iva Ellis--Mrs. Noel Lewis, Fitzgerald, Georgia. Emily Drescher, Sewing Teacher, Spencer. Grace Dunn--Mrs. O. Robinson, Ogdensburg, New York. John Bennet, Dry Goods Clerk, Spencer. James Loyft , Emma Kuerleberf Cyrus Mead, Professor in University of Cincinnati, Cincinnati, Clay Meek, Farmer, Jasper, Indiana. Heber Michener, Auto Racer, California. Helen Michener-Mrs. Wm. Chipps, Newport, Indiana. Gertrude Morgan, Bookkeeper, Spencer. Etta Pryor-Mrs. , Bloomington, Indiana. Grace Richards-Mrs. B. F. Jackson, Jacksonville, Florida. Eva Smith-Mrs. O. E. Dunn, Spencer. Ada Stillinger-Mrs. F. Shepard, Indianapolis, Indiana. Ruby Sadler-Mrs. Chas. Wellesly, Gold Field, Nevada. Class of 1894. Nettie Anderson-Mrs. Halbert, Kasson, Minnesota. Levi A. Beem, Lumber Dealer, Spencer. , Ona Beem, Physician, Chicago, Illinois. Archer Culmer, Telegrapher, Chicago, Illinois. Frank Harsh, Actor. Winnie Hargert-Mrs. T. H. McHaley. Roxy Johnson, Assistant Librarian, Seattle, Washington. Edna Rice--Mrs. Freel Crane, Spencer. Ida Sims, Teacher, Salt Lake City, Utah. Class of 1895. Orlie Cassady, Commercial Traveler, Spencer. Lulu Coble-Mrs. Levi Beem, Spencer. Ida Cox-Mrs. G. C. Pitcher, Lakeland, Florida. Leslie Cosner, Farmer, Ridgeley, Tennessee. Pearl Edwards-Mrs. W. M. Haige, Bloomfield, Indiana. G5 Ohio Y-. av --- - -,,-...H ., , THE ALUMNI ROLL-Continued. Class of 1895-Continued. Grace Mcllvaine-Mrs. Frank Holland, Spencer. Leonard Osborn. Allen Piersonft Bammie Raper-Mrs. Forrest Draper, Bloomington, Indiana. Grace Wilesit--Mrs. W. Goldsberry. Class of 1896. Jacob Kinney, Professor Mathematics, Hyde Park H. S., Chicago, Ill Fern Huff, Indianapolis, Indiana. Mary Meek, Teacher, State Normal, Aberdeen, South Dakota. Class of 1897. Roy Allison, Business Man, Kansas City, Missouri. Fred Barnes, Hotel Clerk, Salt Lake City, Utah. Nancy Cox-- Mrs. Geo. Moore, Spencer. Donald Culmer, Telegrapher, Chicago, Illinois. Jessie Mead, Teacher, Spencer. Grace Powell, Teacher, Plymouth, Indiana. Pearl Westfall, Teacher, Spencer. Class of 1898. Anna Beamer-Mrs. Ross Johnson, Spencer. Will Dunn, Clothier, Bicknell, Indiana. Felix Dunn, Contractor, Bloomington, Indiana. Carrie Egnor, Spencer. Grace Greene-Mrs. Wm. Moss, Spencer. Jessie Trent? Class of 1899. Guy Cantwell, Superintendent of Schools, Elmhurst, Illinois. Charles Coble, Chemist, Chicago Heights, Illinois. Ralph Coble, Physician, Indianapolis, Indiana. Mabel Everman-Mrs. James Admire, Indianapolis, Indiana. Pearl Figg-Mrs. Theodore Light, San Pedro, California. Pearl Fisher-Mrs. Duane Beach, Spencer. Ezra Hughes, Physician, Indianapolis, Indiana. Mabel McHaley-Mrs. Arthur Neeley, Warsaw, Indiana. William Mead, Telegrapher, O'Fallon, Illinois. Kate Mullinix-Mrs. Frank Swartout, Indianapolis, Indiana. Herbert Rundell, Lawyer, Spencer. . Frank Spangler, Bank Clerk, Indianapolis, Indiana. ' 66 'W' THE ALUMNI ROLL-Continued. Class of 1900. Mayme Coble--Mrs. John Langston, Auburn, Indiana. Ernest Dean, Farmer, Spencer. Roy Hicks, Minister. Nellie Hight-Mrs. Guy Cantwell, Elmhurst, Illinois. Otis Kinney, Dairyman, Spencer. Ada McKee, Spencer. Sadie Nichols-Mrs. Miller, Wyoming. Vera Pickens-Mrs. John Pierson, Bedford, Indiana. Frank Walker. Class of 1901. Mary Banta-Mrs. Donald Durham, Princeton, New Jersey. John Cox, United States Navy. Ollie Dickerson--Mrs. Ferdinand Hermes, Covington, Kentucky. Dorsey Jones, Shelbyville, Indiana. Orie Kinney. Bert Piercefl' Nellie Reidy-Mrs. Herold, Martinsville, Indiana. Dudley Sadler, Lumber Dealer, Muncie, Indiana. Class of 1902. Blanche Alverson, Bloomington, Indiana. Nina Cahill-Mrs. Fred Sweet, Indianapolis, Indiana. Orie Carter, Operator, Indianapolis, Indiana. Mayme Clark, Teacher, Boonville, Indiana. Albert Free, Commercial Traveler, Coal City, Indiana. John Gray, Civil Engineer, Greenville, Mississippi. Robert Lombard, Bank Clerk, Seattle, Washington. Mary Mead, Music Teacher, Spencer. Verna Mugg-Mrs. Kemper, Indianapolis, Indiana. Earl Naugle, Jacksonville, Florida. Charles Ooley, Principal Spencer High School. Beryl Robertson-Mrs. Chas. Coble, Chicago Heights, Illinois. Gail Spangler, Bank Clerk, Indianapolis, Indiana. Helen Swigert--Mrs. Felix Badger, Reading, Pennsylvania. Class of 1903. Edward Branham, Minister, Ashley, Indiana. Claude Edwards, Shipping Clerk, Spencer. Harley Hancock, Linotype Worker, Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada Horace Hickam, Lieutenant U. S. army. Helen Hutchinson-Mrs. Cyrus Mead, Cincinnati, Ohio. Tessie McGill-Mrs. Moses McNaught, Spencer. Charles McClure, Spencer. 67 THE ALUMNI ROLL-Continued. Class of 1903-Continued. James Miller, Crawfordsville, Indiana. Kenneth Sloan, Civil Engineer, Boise City, Idaho. Frank Staley, Kennewick, Washington. William Summit, Clerk, Spencer. Class of 1904. Mary Allison--Mrs. Jesse Crowe, Columbus, Ohio. Ada Alverson, Spencer. Duke Bain, Lawyer, Indianapolis, Indiana. Calvin Barker, Farmer, Spencer, Indiana. Will Chavers, Barber, Spencer, Indiana. Donald Ellis, Farmer, Spencer, Indiana. Claude Greene, Physician, Indianapolis, Indiana. Elizabeth Johnson, Teacher, Anderson, Indiana. May Kinney, Teacher, Spencer. Jessie Marley-Mrs. John Loy, Chicago, Illinois. Grace May-Mrs. Ross Willoughby, Bicknell, Indiana. Ruth Milligan, Teacher, Coshocton, Ohio. Paris Pierson, Lumber Dealer, Spencer, Indiana. Frank Rice, Instructor in Chemistry, Cornell University. Wigg White, Fruit Grower, Hermeston, Oregon. Mac Williams, Mechanic, Indianapolis, Indiana. Class of 1905. Wilbur Allison, Merchant, Spencer. Fred Banta, Clerk, Indianapolis, Indiana. Ray Beem, Shoe Dealer, Spencer. Will Cassady, Clothier, Spencer. Edith Cassady, Spencer. Mae Coble-Mrs. Ray Phillips, Ellettsville, Indiana. Thaddeus Culmer, Professor of Chemistry, Vincennes University. Cliffton Crouch, Piano Salesman, Cheyenne, Wyoming. Fay Cochran, Lawyer's Stenographer, Spencer. ' Stella Drake. , Olive Egnor, Spencer. Ethel Hancock-Mrs. Edward Hines, Worthington, Indiana. Oliver Hancock, Surveyor, Shippenvale, Pennsylvania. Charles Lombard, Government Meat Inspector, Chicago, Illinois. Bertha Lukenbill-Mrs. Everett Pugh, Spencer. Bertha Miller, Crawfordsville, Indiana. Hazel Patrick--Mrs. Otis Kinney, Spencer. Ida Peoples, Freedom, Indiana. 68 W THE ALUMNI ROLL-continued. Class of 1906. Effie Alverson, Teacher, Danville, Illinois., Edna Crist, With Epitomist Publishing Company, Spencer. Frances Dickerson-Mrs. Gail Spangler, Indianapolis, Indiana James Edwards, Druggist Clerk, Spencer. Russell Evans, Teacher, Spencer. Edith Everman, Stenographer, Indianapolis, Indiana. Wade Fitch. ' Carrie Keuerleber, Reader, Spencer. Glenn Jackson, Linton, Indiana. Ruth Johnson, Teacher, Anderson, Indiana. Stuart Milligan, M. T. Teacher, Whiting, Indiana. Albert N eumeyerfi Sabina Truax-Mrs. Harry Sweet, Spencer. Ivah Wark-Mrs. Court Chambers, Spencer. Ray Wilson, Clerk, Indianapolis, Indiana. Edna Yockey, Spencer, Class of 1907. Dhu Maners, Business Man, San Pedro, California. Ray Berry. .Iuel Cochran, Teacher, Spencer. James Egnor, Forester. Morna Hickam, Spencer. Pearl Marley, Teacher, Freedom, Indiana.. Jessie Mills-Mrs. Denver Gibson, Spencer. Ray Price, Teacher, Birmingham, Alabama. Lewis Rentschler, Physician, Centerpoint, Indiana. Lawrence Sloan, Student, Columbia University, New York City. Dorothy White--Mrs. Richard Duckworth, Paragon, Indiana. Ruth Westfall, Teacher, Mascotte, Florida. Zada Whinnery-Mrs. Jesse Pottorff, Salem, Ohio. I 'Clss of 1908. Ruth Edwards, Spencer. Carrie Ellisfi Kathleen Greene-Mrs. Herschel Stone, Spencer. Marjorie Hammond, Spencer. I Ethel Knox, Music Teacher, Montana. Karl Keene, Lumber Dealer, Ludington, Michigan. Mary Lombard, Teacher, Spencer. Faye Patrick, Spencer. Mary Westfall, Teacher, Mascotte, Florida- 69 THE ALUMNI ROLL-Continued. Class of 1909. Frank Allen, Motorman, Anderson, Indiana. lone Cassady, Spencer. Jessie Franklin, Spencer. Mona Franklin, Clerk, Spencer. Josephine Hagood, Teacher, Spencer. Hazel Hansford, Student, Indiana University. Maxwell Hays, Commercial Traveler, Spencer. Wilfred Hendershot, Teacher, North Manchester, Frank Hendershot, Student, Indiana University. Hubert Hickam, Student, Indiana University. Zella Litten, Spencer. Frank Melick, Gardener, Indianapolis, Indiana. Anna Milligan, Student, Decatur, Illinois. Paul Minnick, Minister, Brazil, Indiana. Jewel Mugg-Mrs. Leslie Long, Dayton, Ohio. Nina Powell, Student, Indiana University. Raymond Smith, Student, Purdue University. Kate Stewart-Mrs. Herbert Sloan, Spencer. Lloyd Summers, Printer, Spencer. Claude Swaimft Class of 1910. William Bean, Student, Indiana University. Goldie Blair-Mrs. Pierce White, Spencer. Olive Davis, Teacher, Quincy, Indiana. Loraine Greene, Spencer. John Hammond, Horticulturist, Spencer. Ossie Johnson, Student, Indiana University. Lewis Johnson, Freedom, Indiana. Guy McClarren, Farmer, Farmers, Indiana. Ruth Miller, Teacher, Spencer. Raymond Proctor, Teacher, Spencer. Maud Secrest, Stenographer, Spencer. Barney Shively, Farmer, Spencer. Viola Taylor-Mrs. John Price, Spencer. Frank White, Student, Indiana University. Indiana Harold Willoughby, Student, Indiana University. Class of 1911. Jessie Alverson, Teacher, Spencer. Harry Beem, Oiiice of Pennsylvania Lines, Indianapolis, Indiana John Britton, Teacher, Spencer. Zabel Davis, Teacher, Spencer. Nona Duling, Freedom. Chas. Evans, Farmer, Spencer, 70 - - uf----- ' THE ALUMNI ROLL-Continued. Class of 1911-Continued. Harold Franklin, State Normal, Chico, California. Nellie Gentry, Teacher, Freedom, Indiana. Ethel Grace, Spencer. Frederick Greene, Clerk, Spencer. Hollice Harmon-Mrs. C. F. Ooley, Spencer. Wilmore Hight-Mrs. Vernon Cain, Grabill, Indiana. Ada Keuerleber, Spencer. Gretchen Keuerleber, Spencer. Arthur Marshall, Business Col., Indianapolis, Indiana. Freal McIntosh, Student, Indiana University. Rexford Need, Commercial Traveler, Spencer. Winnie Ooley, Teacher, Spencer. Ralph Minnich, Student, Depauw University. Emmett Rice, Teacher, Spencer. Frederick Tavener, Student, Indiana University. Everett Watkins, McVi1le, Indiana. Mabel Yocum, Coal City, Indiana. Class of 1912. Clarence Allen, Farmer, Spencer. Josephine Banta, Student, Oxford, Ohio. Hazel Barnes, Student, Indiana University. Jesse Brinson, Farmer, Spencer. Emil Carpenter, Druggist Clerk, Spencer. Herman Foster, Spencer. Harris Gaston, With the Atkins Co., Indianapolis, Indiana Cecil Geckler, Farmer, Canada. Forest Gibson, Farmer, Spencer. Enoch Gray, Student, Indiana University. Daisy Hawkins, Teacher, Spencer. Everett Hendershot, Teacher, Spencer. Willis Hickam, Student, Indiana University. Jarvis Laurimore, Clerk, Spencer. Mary Louise Milligan, Spencer. Mary Miller, Teacher, Spencer. Charles Mitchell, Clerk, Spencer. Francis Peden, Bank Clerk, Indianapolis, Indiana. Luke Phillips, State Normal, Terre Haute, Indiana. Ralph Wark, Farmer, Benchland, Montana. Angela Williams, Teacher, Quincy, Indiana. Don Williams, Clerk, Spencer. 71 The Spencer Library. RUBY HICKAM, '13, Among the other beautiful buildings of the town and favorite haunts of high school students is the Public Library. Built in nineteen hundred and eleven, through the munificence of Mr. Carnegie, it fills a long-feltneed. The beautiful reading-room, with its pictures, statuary and rows of books, lures even the most sluggardly student to diligent research, or a quiet hour with his favorite author. There at a well-lighted table, one enjoys the periodicals or the companionship of good books. The helpfulness and courteous manner of the librarian complete the home of books and the re- treat of refined people. . ' 72 H' 1 I 1 4 Cx X ' ggi' W N 5,1 aw - f x f7 W f 623153 egg ' x A if 5 fs f 1 Y? l Q I f X VKYVGS 1 X GJ Q M ff M' X f ' I 1 . WV n X ,,,, ' 5 C 1 XL M, is -gf C7 ff 'rf'- 71? CSX 7 fFrom Limericks. There was a young man named Powell, Who for Latin and History did howl, He was awfully bright, Got exemptions all right, This learned young man named Powell. There was a young lady named Ruth, Who was awfully strong for the truth, If a lie she did hear She would stop up-her ear, This truthful young lady named Ruth. There was a young man named Johnny, Who sought after all lasses bonnyg While seeking one day, He was frightened away By the dad of a dear little donnyit There was a young lady named June, Who played on the piano a tune, She could play very well, And could read Latin swell, This accomplished young lady named June. Now little Freshman, don't cry, Don't hold your head and sigh, Learn each Latin rule While you are in school, And you'll be a Senior by and by. There's a reckless young fellow named Earl, Whose fancies are all in a whirl, In baseball and such He delights very much, But studies-they're not for this Earl. There was a young lady named Bartmess, Who possessed a simplicity artlessg Of suitors so true She had but a few, And all of them said she was heartless. There was a good lad who knew a great deal, His name, so they tell us, was Coy M. Steel, If fortune would favor This little shaver, 'Twould make him as large as some people feel There is a bright Beaman named Earl, Whom the teachers all think is a pearl, He leads in his classes, . Is ahead of all lasses, And admires Armintafs brown curl. Italian donna, a lady. 74 LIMERICKS--Continued. Near the hill I saw a shining mass, It shone upon the short green grass, As I drew nearer, And saw it clearer, I found it was the Senior class. There is a young Mitchell named Ruth, Who will state if this is the truth: She wrote on her slate, At a strenuous rate, To a far-away, freckle-faced youth. There was a tall Freshman named Ed, Who grinned at what everyone said, But well was his time spent, For he was made President, This grinning young Freshman named Ed. The pert little Freshman sits in his seat, Tapping the floor with his number ten feet, His heart is light, His mind is free, V As he answers all questions with Don't ask mel When taking a walk, O Wonderful to say! I saw of iiesh and bones, two massive mounds, Each one would weigh a thousand pounds. What are those monstrous things ? asked I, Duke Patrick's feet, said a passer-by. Oh, if the teachers only knew As well as all the students do, How much of the work, Each pupil does shirk, Thepgraduates would surely be few! There was a young man named Estis, Who studied his lessons his bestis g When asked one day if a pony he used, He thought himself awfully abused, And you all know the restis. The Seniors gay, on one bright day, To Indianapolis made their way, They ordered clothes, as everyone knows And all of the bunch, down town did lunchg The display of clothes will be seen we suppose. There once was a lad named Gantz, Who fiuttered round in a tranceg How many annuals for you? Did you say three or two ? This hustling young fellow called Gantz, 75 LIMERICKS-Continued. There's a genial young man named Ashley Who on the school floors lets no trash lay From morning till night he sweeps, Like a parlor the school he keeps, This diligent Bill, called Ashley. The aim of a certain young Van, Is to be a society man, It's indeed a high aim, Which we hope he'll attain, But we doubt Very much if he can. There was a young Beem named Sam, Who for his exams did cram, But 'twas specially hard To cram dates by the yard, So his history he shut with a slam. There was a boy named Fulk, Whose knowledge was stored up in bulk, So large was his head That everyone said, He must know a lot, this Ralph Fulk? There was a young fellow named Rice, Who often young girls would entice To go for a -walk, And then he would talk To the point that the weather was nice. There was a young lady named Lula, Who was the bright star of the Hschoolah If you wished a thing done, To her you would run, This brilliant young lady called Lula. 69? lli ,Q are 1 -fffii I X lil ,192 , XX all Fe-e3', ,f5sf, ,, .jf ..-H MAE li 'IL ff -W . W..- L., Y Q. tg Q Liu 5 ville' WC T6 .....Y vY..-.... .-.L J oca de Personis. Mr. Ooley- Was he right or wrong? Lillian Harris- I think he Was. Leonard Mitchell says his Watch is too fast for this town. Flood time, when trains were stopped: Miss Brayton-- O, what will our people think has happened to us! Miss Boyd- Let's send them a letter and tell them we can't come home, as the trains are not running. . fl! Q yu .Qi I i X- El - qg:ri4iw1'fH'f. , i. e Vi ' fqueivjl llkajlll ' ' U 1 a .if i fi, yi 5 ipp wifi.-,ggeg QL i W 1 1- gf 's.... Eff -1 wee.. '- 4 1 i x fl X .-X . i fx! ff U 1990 A. D. New York Times: History declares that Mr. Ooley was a great mathematician. He was seen counting his toes at the early age of nine. 1 After the first Freshman hay-ride: Yes, We love our chaperone, But may she learn of Cupid Just enough blindness To be extremely stupid. John Cassady's favorite: ' Can you do her? It can't be did. ' - I Miss Milligan was teaching the Freshmen how to decline Hic- haec-hoc. Luther, will you please decline it. Luther- I-Iic-haec-hoc, Hugus-hugus-hugus Quick--quick-quick!! 77 JOCA DE PERSONIS-Continued. Mr. Ooley- Guy, what is the definition for Fusion? Guy- Let me see, I don't believe I can give it, I forget. Mr. Ooley-f'Correct. Attention Seniors! If a fellow gets going down hill, everything seems greased for the occasion. . Miss Brayton- Where was Joan D'Arc burned ? Herbert- At the stake. Miss Millian- Who was the wife of the sea-god, Herbert? Herbert, fembarrassedj- Let's see,-well, I forget? Coy, Cexcitedlyi-- I know,-it was Doris. j wmmlfi KWVW 'irn i of lj if f.t'lf ml ,gi l,l 'I . lil, ,v,i lf WIHQ I-all if? ' ,Graaf oorsr I ii-lil ,ii Mei:-cy or Fifi -' FRE5Hni5y'l f iff i f-rv-:rf-aff' Wm, ,, .W Y .. -...,.-u.4,.i I was In what key would a lover write a proposal of marriage? Be mine ah! An Historical Date: Seldon, finding a candy bean on his desk, handed it back. In its journey it reached Ruby, who promptly ate it. Seldon, Cas classes passj- Was it good? It has been in my desk for two weeks. No reply. ' Seniors' claim: I used to think I knew, But now I must confess The more I know I know I know, I know I know the less. Follow suit, Freshman. A Some jokey people think this life's just one big joke, but if they had to write jokey jokes to amuse a jokey set, who laugh only at their own jokes, they would not see the joke at all. e 78 JOCA DE PERSONIS-Continued. Walker, to waitress with finger-bowl,- Is it not too early to be fash ionable to serve lemonade ? ' I Seldon reading Virgil: D Three times I strove to cast my arms 'around her neck, Cthat's as far as I gotj . Miss Milligan-- That was quite far enough. History Recitation: Why, the court had a chamberlain, a captain of guards Herschel P.- and a cancellor, Cchancellorl. Liter I, f. E gf , E7 I. it j tx- df 2 f? f f 7 W lg x e f 5 7 I 'rn X fl Q51 W, 1 4 ,est ,Q Q- 1 . V ff I y ,M f ' J. g . Wg L- . W' 2' ,ll l WJ7 , fill il 1 H'-ff , if ,J Ml? I QQ . , Class Stones: Freshmen-Emerald, Sophomores-Grindstoneg Jun- 1ors-Blarneyg Seniors-Tombstone. Freshman: Say, which one of those Alverson twins is the oldest ? A story, six films: Girl -i Stream Splash - Scream Boy -1- Dive Out -5- Alive Lovers -- Kiss Wedded Bliss.. P Miss Brayton, to Sophomore English: Now let's turn over and view the other side of the affair. Perfect quiet, bubbles of laughter. 79 ,Y .,, ,T ,,, , , . JOCA DE PERSONIS--Continued. Miss Boyd- Let us all get quiet! John Cassady-- That's just what I've been telling them! Leah, in Indianapolis: Oh just let me eat a chop-suey and I shall die content. Mr. Stewart is an honest man. Everyone knows it. Yet his wife saw him hook -a screen door. Have you ever heard a cackle in the Freshman class? It is Archie Coffee crowing. Earl Beaman- I fell off a thirty-five foot ladder today. Edward Hubbard- It's a wonder you weren't killed l Oh! I fell off just the first round. Mr. Stewart, to John Cassady- As a success you have been a failure. John- Yes, but as a failure, I have been a success. Mr. Stewart, on professors: A professor is a man who pretends to know everything. Doc. Wagner- You say that to buy a pony will save me half my study 'Z Arthur-- Yes-siree I Doc.- Gimme two! V Roy Grant, fthe day after the flood, grinning from ear to earl - My name will get in the annual now, Miss Brayton, I fell in the river. The High School Twins. QL 4 jmlfjfln June McKee and Harriette Wheeler, . gy f Ruth cdimer and Ruth'Me1ick, ' fx Bruno Meguschar and Walker Ooley, ff ' Flossie Edwards and Ruth Livingston, fi Minnie Coble and Blanche Brown, Q-xi,7f!,f Lodema McClarren and Elizabeth Melick, Mabel Parsons and Edith Parrish, diff K jp Sammy Beem and Ralph Fulk, I 'ffl Ed Hubbard and Duke Patrick, Nj J Marie Stwalley and Lulu Wampler, Q Doris Boyer and Herbert White, X1 X Ruby Hickam and Morgan Drescher, ,lj X Nina Chambers and Mildred Smith, Y X 4? Irma Cochran and Josephine, WM .53 Ruth and Mary Alverson. J ef-1 80 DJ - f-:--Q-':km.1f-.- I - 7,.-... , - ef - .vw -V- .IOCA DE PERSONIS-Continued. Student- The birds were on the wing. Miss Boyd- No, child, the wings were on the bird. Mr. Ooley, to Vern choking with laughter- Are you having a good time ? - ' Vern- Sure. - Miss Brayton, April 1: . f'Earl, what is the periodic sentence? Earl- O, I don't know. Miss Brayton, Cin a hurt tonel- Earl, you disappoint ine, I thought you might surprise me today. I From an admirer of Mr. Ooley: Let me have men about me that are fat: Sleek-headed and such as sleep o' nights: Yon Stewart has a lean and hungry lookg He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. When the Seniors were in Indianapolis: And now do you want to go to English's, The Grand, or The Park ? Walker- No, where we want to go is to the theatre. Mr. Stewart- Is your watch all right now? Mr. Ooley- No, but it's gaining. Political conversation in History room: Are you Bull Moose or Democrat ?', Herschel- Neither, I'm a Presbyterian. Neut Ashly sat at his desk, at school, Striving to commit a Latin ruleg Wg? xxll Said he to himself, Ainft it cruel, V1 3' That I have to iehrh this Lhtih rule? Ayr x What They Are Noted For. lf' Lorna Ooley--studious habits, Ill mi, I li ll fvwfmarrr Blanche Brown- Nobody loves me. Mary Teagardin-a love for Latin. Clifford Halley-wisdom. Earl Antibus-fondness for the hall. Hubert Pierce-his latitude. Edna Beatty--her smile. Roy Grant-his widely circulated poem, . t If Grandpa Was a Soldier Now. Roy Grant contributed this one on himself. eu x l x X rw ,y L ,I i- ll 1 f I ii I f 'Q JOCA DE PERSONIS-Continued. Want Ads. WANTED-By Spencer High School, a new High School building. WANTED-By Prof. Stewart, more dignity. WANTED-By Earl Antibus, more time to dream. WANTED--By Mr. Ooley, more time to spend at home with Hollice. WANTED--By Freshman, a good book on etiquette. WANTED-By Rupert Spangler, more model Junior boys. WANTED-By Herschel Powell, to be an orator. WANTED-By Ed Hubbard, a cure for giggles. ' WANTED-By Miss Milligan, the assembly room kept clean. X lr X 'l .1 FA, x gh, ugbvk l -P E ,,, .',. .,,,, X ,Qwp,rff'1.',,4j?'if Y X' sjfqlgx J p 'Sl WANTED-By teachers, such another Senior class, more Freshman boys like Frederick Schmidt, John and Thomas to put away their childish ways. . - WANTED-By Doris Boyers, to be left alone by. everyone except Herbert. WANTED-By Earl Beaman, a chance to share his knowledge with his Freshman friends. WANTED-By Coy Steele, a chance to smile every day during morn- ing exercise at Miss Boyd and Miss Brayton. WANTED-By Juniors, more boys. WANTED-By John Cassady, another class party so that he can hold Mary Johnson's hand. WANTED-By Carl Mayfield, Clifford Halley, Coy Steele and Walker Ooley, pompadours. WANTED-By Clifford Halley, more Virgil. 'd' WANTED-By Gray Van, a Junior who likes the exhilaration of ri ing, WANTED-By Walter Clark, a better acquaintance with Miss Brayton. WANTED-By Gaylord Allspaugh, an introduction to some of the Freshman girls. WANTED-By Juanita McClarren, a place to study Latin and not be disturbed by the ponies. 32 JOCA DE PERSONIS-Continued. Wanted to Know. What teachers will next draw Luther Ashley's attention? Which is the greatest historian, Brooks, Ridpath or Ivan Melick? If Roy Grant ever had a date? Who brought the cat into the assembly room? How late Clifford studies? When Tom Cassady will be quiet? Does Miss Boyd like Tommie and Johnnie? if El? li Q 55 it A M if! X W if f, M.- Q53 H , xi? ' if gg ' fi Q Y-Mmiigig Hiiz, , ' , ,Wu ,VW L, .- , W, NTT' 'QL .Kev Wai' f H+ Wg :Q is-TLOSY 'mmf , r- ' 5AMs GAA! co IT By Nina Beem-who wrote Virgil's Aeneid ?,' If a Senior met a Freshie, Comin' through the hall, If the Freshie greet the Senior, Need the Senior squall? Nellie B.-- Miss Boyd, do you want those problems we had tomorrow handed in? ' Datfy-Dills. Why is Doris color blind? - Because she can see nothing but White. If Herbert, Helen and Mary are White, and Blanche is Brown, why is Mabel Green? If All's pa Ceverybody's pal was an Earl, would we all be Gay-Lords? 'If Baby Bixler wished to ride in her new wheel-barrow, would Harriette Wheeler? If Spencer High School plays Martinsville, will Red Mayfield? If the banner of the Junior class were to be spangled, would Rupert Spangler? V 83 .TOCA DE PERSONIS-Continued. R If Carl Mayfield were to choose a season, would he choose Summer? If theqTreasury building of the United States were toiburn, would Sylver Parrish? If Mildred Smith fell into a pond, would Elizabeth Fisher out? 1 1 If Morgan Drescher were to select a gem, would he select a Ruby? If Lodema McClarren were to order supper would she order Rice, and if Verna Lawson were to order breakfast, Would she order Coffey? If each person in High School were to get a boat, would Nora Maners? Their Highest Ambitious. Carl-to make Guy laugh. Seldon-to win that loving glance from Mary's eyes. Herbert--To hold Seldon's coat tail. Clifford-To find a girl. Walker-To earn the love of Miss Brayton. Coy-To wear long trousers. Guy-To be mean, but yet not get caught. Walter--To be a Physics teacher. 'dllllfl 1flI,',I I '- I I' r:'A flIlfI'gila1l,l'l Ill 'lllk'Iiii:LJiHlll,14.lIIl I IVI EII It I' I' lllii It-llrfll lllqlll-,ff , - 'X'io , V 'il x fix 'GC lx 'lg k If!! f l-'1- , ,sei f L SJ-23? C' 'J i t ew- ff - C in :tml ZW 84 The 'Possum Hunt. The following bit of Dog-Latin drifted into Spencer yeais ago by way of Wabash College. The Spencer High School humbly dedicate it to the two constellations Gemini and Canis Major. The nox was lit by lux of lunag ' It was a nox most opportuna To catch a possum or a coona. The nix was scattered o'er the mundus: A shallow nix et non profundus. On sic a nox, with canis unus, Two boys went out to hunt for coonis The corpus of this canis bonus In quantum was a magnum onus: Full octo span long supra moda, With on the rear a stumpy caudag His pellis maculosus yellow, His vox a deep harmonic bellow, And brevior legs had canis never, Quam had hoc dogum bonum clever. Some used to say, in stultum jokum, An agrum was too small a locum For sic a dog to make a turnus Circum sese from' stem to sternus Hic Canis also had a habit Amandi much to tree a rabbitg Alnandi much to smell a rattusg Amandi melior chase a cattus. Sed on this nixy moonlight nightus This same old canis did just rightus: Numquam smelled around for rattus, Numquam chased a starving cattus, Sed cucurrit on intentus- On the track and on the scentus- 'T Till he treed a possum strongum In a hollow trunkum longum. Loud he barked in horrid bellumg' Seemed on terram venerat hellum. Quickly ran the duo pueri Mors of possum to secueri. Cum venissent one begano To chop away like any mano. Soon the ax went through the trunkum Mox he hit him chunk her-chunkum. Combat thickens! On, ye bravus! Canis, pueri, bite et stavusg To the ground there falleth cortex, 85 - -'v-if-'ff -W THE 'POSSUM HUNT-Continued. Canis allatrat like vortex! Soon his powers no longer tarryg Possum non potest pugnare. On the ground his corpus lieth, Down to Hades spirit flieth. Joyful pueri! Canis bonus! Possum dead as any stonus! See, his body like a jelly! Quid plus proof ought hunter velle? Now they seek their pater's domo, Feeling proud as any homo, Knowing, certe, they will blossom Into heroes o'er their possum. Cum venirent, narrabant story, Sanguine, frightful, tragic, gory, Praises pater, likewise mater, Wonders greatly younger frater. Cyrus, Pompey, Nebuchadnezzar, Nero, Black Hawk, Julius Caesar, Tell us nunc where est thy gloria- Where the honors of Victoria? Canis unus, duo pueri, N umquam braver, numquam trueri, Quam hoc trio umquam fuit, If there was I never knew it. Now they go to sleep profundus, Leaving corpus on the mundus: Dream of possums slain in battle, Large as ursi, strong, as cattleg Till the nox gives way to morning, Lux the terram much adorning, When up they jump to see their ver Of which is my longum carmeng Sed possum est resurrectum, Leaving pueri much dejectumg Tracks reliquit he behind him, At the pueri never find him! Black Hawk, Cyrus, Nebuchadne Nero, Pompey, Julius Caesar, Take thy gloria cum the honor, For iste possum is a goner! S6 mine zzar, '2 H -'Y' -vi Y . Senioi Will. We, the members of the Senior Class of Spencer High School, in the County of Owen, State of Indiana, being of sound mind and memory, and understanding, do make our last will and testament :-f First: We give and bequeath our seats on the north side of the assembly room in Spencer High School to the Juniors, along with our good deportment and excellent grades. We also leave them the oversight of the incoming Freshmen, expecting them to be model examples, as we have been to the present class, and to coach them concerning conduct in halls, assembly room, and on the play ground. Second: To the Sophomores, we give and bequeath our favoritism with the teachers. We also give to them our advanced ability to read Virgil and along with it the many compliments that go with such extraordinary talent. Third: We give and bequeath to the Freshmen, our unbounded store of knowledge on etiquette, hoping that by the time they are Seniors, they will be as proficient as we. We also bequeath to them our abundant supply of playthings, to be used discreetly, that they may not fall into the hands of the teachers. We also expect them to pursue with diligence, the fine art of teaching roller-skating to Mr. Ooley, until he becomes an expert. Fourth: To the teachers we give and bequeath our good will, along with our great sympathy, during the future years, as we shall not be here to lend our infiuence. Fifth: We give and bequeath to Lillian Harris, Gray Vandeventer's Latin pony, much used but in excellent condition, to be given to her by our executor, hereinafter named, within four months after our decease. We also give and devise and bequeath the said Gray's six feet one, and number eleven shoes to Duke Patrick. Sixth: We give, devise and bequeath Seldon Straley's gorgeous pompadour, to adorn the benign countenance of Eustace Waggoner. And we also give, devise and bequeath, his beloved Mary, to the watchful care of Leonard Mitchell, for the following school year only. In case the aforesaid Leonard has other charges on his hands, we consign her to the solicitous oversight of Herschel Powell. As to his great poetical ability, we give this to Julia Bixler. Seventh: We give and bequeath Leah Bartmess' red hair, to Hester Parrish to be kept in perfect order. Her fiery temper, we bequeath to Elizabeth Melick, on condition that it is held under proper control. We also give and bequeath her admirable domestic qualities to Mabel Parsons, to be used to aid in serving at all class and High School parties. 87 ' ' --- Y-L . -.W ., SENIOR WILL-Continued. I Eighth: We give and bequeath the short trousers of Coy Steele to Rupert Spangler, to be worn until time of graduation. We also give his habit of asking questions to Priscilla Sloan, in case she does not misuse it by annoying the teachers. His ever-smiling countenance we bequeath to Nina Beem, not to be thrown away in smiling at the boys. Ninth: We give and bequeath Clifford Halley's stainless High School record to Marian Bixler, to be held as long as it is kept unspotted. After her departure from High School we bequeath it to Nora Maners to main- tain. We also give the aforesaid Cliiford's freckles to Nellie Barnes, to be kept as prominent as on the original owner's face. Tenth: We give and bequeath Ruth Summer's maiden name to Blanche Brown, to have and to hold, as long as she shall remain unmarried, but in case of her decease or marriage, it shall fall to Irma Cochrane. We also give and bequeath the fond memories of joy rides on Carl's pony, to John Cassady. Her ever-pleasant countenance we bequeath to Jaunita Baumgartner, to be a shining, light in the Spencer High School. Eleventh: We give and bequeath Herbert White's love of fun and propensity to giggle, to Ed Hubbard, on condition that he make the best use of them. We also bequeath dear Doris to the kind care of Miss Milligan, fearing if we leave her to a younger guardian some of her former suitors may regain her affections. We also give and bequeath Herbert's partiality with the teachers to Lulu Wampler. Twelfth: Unto Arthur Wells, we bequeath Carl Mayfield's exalted opinion of himself, also his obvious importance in High School and his ability to bluff. His uncombed locks we give to Earl Antibus, expecting them to be kept in their usual condition. The said Carl's manly qualities we bequeath to Richard Rice, hoping he will profit by the example. Thirteenth: We give and bequeath Ina Hancock's gentle voice and quiet tread to Mabel Greene. We also give and bequeath her talent as a bachelor maid to Clara Gaston, expecting that profitable information may be given to all girls coming to Spencer High School and wishing knowledge along this line. Fourteenth: Unto Lorna Ooley we bequeath Ruth Mitchell's womanly characteristics, with the desire that she be a daily pattern to the entire school. We also give and bequeath her spectacles and stately walk to Lou Bartmess. Fifteenth: We give and bequeath Walker Ooley's pull with the teachers to Catherine Milligan. Also 'Miss Brayton we leave to the watchful care of Morgan Drescher. To Earl Beaman we bequeath Walker's quiet disposition and seriousness. His ambition to be a doctor, we give to Thomas Cassady. S8 'vff- nv --' 'Y mv' -'vm-v-uv'- --Y-W 'v------ SENIOR WILL-Continued. Sixteenth: We give and bequeath Helen White's gentleness and quietness of manner to Bertha Goble. Also, we give her front seat in the assembly room to Allene Mathesg her love for Aeneas we bequeath to Helen Peden. Seventeenth: We give and bequeath the position of Ruby Hickam as pianist to June McKee, to be held during her two years of High School. At the end of that time we pass it to Ruth Melick. We tender the care of Morgan to Miss Boyd, advising her ever to be on guard lest some one steal the said Morgan while Ruby is away teaching. Her sweet disposition and gentle manners We leave to Junita McClarren. Eighteenth: We give and bequeath Bruno Meguschar's desire to become a famous lawyer to Herschel Powell and we trust his sister, Hilda, to the watchful care of Ivan Melick. His popularity and studious habits, we give to Flossie Edwards. Nineteenth: Unto Ruth Culmer, we give and bequeath Walter Clark's love for literature to be a constant joy to the English teacher. His power of absorption, we give to Alice Peden. We also give and bequeath our said Walter's maidenly tendency to blush to Luther Ashley. Twentieth: We give and bequeath Joy Heap's extra amount of stature to Arminta Williams: her dignity We bequeath to Ruth Alverson. We also give and bequeath Joy's joyous ways to Lodema McClarren to drive away all gloom through coming years. Twenty-first: We give and bequeath Guy Gaston's rapidity of re- sponse to Austin Royer. His advice against using tobacco to Gaylord Allspaugh. We appoint Professor Stewart sole executor of this, our last will and testament. V In testimony whereof, we hereunto set our hand and seal, and publish and decree this to be our last will and testament, in the presence of the witnesses, named below, this eighth day of May, in the year one thousand, nine hundred, and thirteen. SENIOR' CLASS IL. SJ Signed, sealed, declared and published by the said Senior Class, in the presence of us, who at their request, and in their presence, and in the presence of each other, have subscribed our names as witnesses hereto. Mr. Ooley, residing at Spencer, Owen County. Miss Boyd, residing at Greencastle, Putnam County. 89 'vilrc Announcement. The Staff in presenting this book to the public gratefully acknowledge their obligations to those who have made The Spenceriann possible.NFirst, we wish to express our gratitude to Miss Brayton and Miss Milligan for their tireless efforts in advising and censoring. We also thank Mr. Stewart for his hearty co-operation and helpful suggestions. To Mr. San Dunn and Mr. Carl Anderson We express our appreciation for efficient help in the Art Department. To Mr. B. C. Laurimore, We are indebted for cuts of the scenery about Spencer. To the advertisers, who have supported us financially and Without- Whose assistance We could have accomplished nothing, we are especially grateful. Lastly, to the students Whohave rendered so much aid in copying and cartooning, and to the members of the school as a Whole, we express our sincere thanks for loyalty and interest. 90 mgxxxxxxxm Pmsfm bw ENTS. Qui gwsvmrq NEWS RL HLLQQG T f 'H1. THEY HAVE 5wwRTE LET ,.L . 'frcj 4 'B 11 M -Vis A f-'J D uSg Us PATH ofwzi THEM, -ki, , X. N .4 -fi? .-fd' -.M -v - - vvw- ---. -- OWEN COUNTY SCHOOL BOOK DEPOSITORY STATIONERY AND SCHOOL SUPPLIES Ansco Cameras, Ansco Films and Camera Supplies WALL PAPER ED U N N,CS1T'-:E THE NYAL DRUG STORE SPENCER, INDIANA A Crown Cottage Colors Burdsal's Steamboat Colors PERMA-LAC CHI-N AM EL e , F BUY YOUR JEWELRY A AT THE ' Phillips Jewelry Store A. R. PHILLIPS J E VV E L E R THE GIFT STORE Spencer, Ind. ww- -Illll 1 .Ill Q N ummm ! Your good Wm IU II U U HIHIHI I Paironage is V las well as 1 a ued at your ' ! To h ld IS Stow- , 1 N 0 . ! io. please lxth We use ever H - Z 7 ! get the the Shoygse Off g are SBIVCCL annlil' in W1'liCh i Y ei 011 i ng Man Letyour -i 1 vVALIye?g Shoes be -F 6 ,N - VF Rs Q ide To ! XX Th C 5 ,.! 2 :2it3i1:l1a?nkEi1Eit aHd'beaunfu1 ! Twjur t pl anew wide toes g 'We J J glnky Spring Styles in th H For Y B 2 BEER 1 0 g Women 9 1 S S 1.1 0 E all A SQUT STOR llllnlul Iltly M MMMM - -ss -e SQ Q-' t y EHS SSEQES In Ladies' Ready-To-Don Wearables The Season's Most Popular 0Iierings at Specially Reduced Prices Our entire stock of Spring Coats and New Suits, now oiiered at a saving oi 15W. A choice ot any All Wool Skirt in our assortment at a reduction ot 2072. Any Wool or Silk Dress can now he had tor just 20'Zv less than the original price. The Miliinery Department offers a table full oi Hats, some formerly as high as 35.00. Choice each 32.50. ' 'f . 174 se XX r lk i f' fi.: e, CLS, X ., q,,:.4i'5sQSX K m .-hx 'K ' f N., - 4-1--ts-r r , , x e l 4. , ,, -c.- xx: 5 Hy vo, mfg, 55,3-'swf X N-1fC3l'i.,.X 5 -I-11 'Q N tt 4 if -4 ev'-V ,ffm H ' ,Ax UW L' 2 .5 W Alygbqyk f X ' O 31.5 5 Six XSS N a HX.. Q ENR Lx A1 A iffA--73' K e w: . -E E E l we , M Y 932333 Q XX , '1J' N X ' A if, ati : Q fx X' ' J E ,X N X X tx xx N X N X Q Q . - QQ , 2 NE .,. '75 X use S, E1 A553393 Q SSS Formerly Sadler Bros. The store that gives more tor the money or the same that others give for less E 0ur Annual Sales Show Steady Increase During our twelve years in business here our record ti t dy i ' th 1 t tn I d Id tt 1 ti t I1 V0 UIII6 0 OUI' LISIIICSS. I III goods C311 SCCOUIII IOIX yt PIANOS, URGANS, PHUNOGRAPHS EVERYTHING MUSICAL Agency for NEW HOME SEWING MACHINES We ctio ur tune trom the standpoint ot best service tor least money. We want to interest in the new Edison Disc Ph 1 t1 ld I ent. Come in and see us. onograpi-t e wor s greatest musica THE MUSIC HOUSE s. De MARCUS s. M. ROYER FOR Dry Goods, Shoes BIIQQICS Groceries lmplgmgnlg Kano and TtIOMPSON'S Am' Hardware C0I'S2IS A. s. wneeonrn ALSO I Si SON SIaI' Brand SIIUCS SPENCER, IND. MUFFETT an? SUMMERS Hitch-ln, Feed and Sales Barn Horses and Vehicles careiully cared tor while lett in our care ALSO AGENTS FOR 0verland Automobiles W. B. NEPTUNE I Ice Cream Candies Cigars 6 Tobacco Short Orders, Etc. N. E. Cor. ot SQUARE SPENCER, - Q- INDIANA SUNSHINE BISCUITS Fourteen kinds oi biscuit con- lections, each distinctive in tlavor and so good to eat that you will like them better than cake or candy. You can know the delights ot a real delicacy it you just pop into your mouth one ol these dainty conleclions. They lend iust the right touch to the tea or reception. Better lor the children than candy. J. 'Winn Nothing ls Nlore Ditticult than to attempt to con- vert a poor article oi Wheat into a good articleot Flour. We have solved the Problem in our LILY WHITE FLOUR. ' Give it a try out and see tor yourself. Spencer Nlilling Co. F.E.DRESCHER FURNITURE Licensed Embalmer and Funeral Director Spencer, - Indiana J. B. YEARNS LIVERY FEED and SALE STABLE South Side Spencer, Indiana First Class Rigs at Reasonable Prices F. T. BATTERTON TELEPI-IONES-Farmers and Bell GEO. W. WARK U P I T 0 - D A T E REAL Esnn-E Ann Loans H D W A 3?-l'Qh55L'nl,'7'i'f3-3.1'I. 'LT.'l E3R2 'Y-. f'3 Spencer, - - Indiana Quality' A VELVETY SHAVE Tliafs our waichword-tliafs wliy our business has prospered and our names a household word in Spencer and the sur- rounding couniry. You are on the sale side when you trade ai 'ilaurimords On the Corner E bl ludi l90O A CLASSY HAIR CUT THE CHEAPEST AND BEST LAUNDRY OPPOSITE THE DEPOT F. GUY D. ECHLER ALL THE HIGH SCHO0L BOYS AND GIRLS PATRGNIZE The Gem Theatre They see the Latest and Best Film Productions-all clean, en- tertaining and instructive, also the Very best Vaudeville. AI The Popular 5 Cent Price 'SOUTH SIDE SQUARE SPENCER, IND. F'ARlX!I LOANS At 5 8: 6 of., All Kinds Insurance A good thing to assist you in the School of Life is a Savings K Account THE EXCHANGE BANK owENcoUN'rY .1oURNAL pays SW interest on such accounts F011 OVVEN COUNTY PEOPLE THE HOME NEWS JOB PRINTING yrnan Heavenridge, vfrlivili L W...---fav-.. V..- - , .,4 1, v,,.,m..Ag. f,-. Vee, ..4 , V .- , THE RD CAFE You'll enjoy your Eats there Clean wholesome rnvrtrng Short orders a specralty servrce prompt Closed on Sunday E B Sadler, Prop Spencer, Ind see Spencer National Bank Capital 550,000.00 Surplus, 59,000.00 Start your hanhing husiness with a growing hank Deposits, April 7, 1910, 895,973.65 Deposits, April 7, 1911, S131,801,65 Deposits, April 7, 1912, S143,970.21 0 Deposits, April 7, 1913, S173,080,39 Carl I. NUTTER, President E. M. SWEET, Vice-President J. B. BRYAN, Cashier J. A. WELLS, Asst. Cashier C ' C . A Y A l W a y S G o o d Chase 6' Sanborn's High Grade Teas and Coffees AuKinds0f A ARE THE CHEAPEST Why? They are scientifically perfect. Taste better, go farther, cost no more than hrands of unknown quality. Buy Chase 81 Sanhorns Goods and get T H E B E S T . . .Qa- The J. R. Greene Co. l SPENCER, IND. INDIANA saw: Loom S nsfnznz We call your attention to a plant that is up to the minute in Lighting, Heating and Electric Power Service Spencer Light, Power, Heal 81 Water Company R. J. COLTON Upholstering and C. W. SEAY Furniture Repairing 'LIS T Egiigiziiigriiga ing and Mattress Bulld g d Spencer, Indiana Re-building. .. .. SHOP S S. Main St. in Garage Bldg. SPENCER, IND. Vvvrwrf, i ,W Y , Y , -.W lv - - --v - ' If it isn't an Eastman, It isn't a Kodak. 1 'ja The opening of the fish- ,,., V fi ing season gives new ' opportunities for a E7 .1 K 'W 'XZ I B , fl lg ' F - 1 KODAK Easy to carry, easy to use, the Kodak should be a part of your outfit, for then, in addition to the pleasure of the sport, you have the added plea- sure of possessing the pictures pertaining to it. WE WILL BE GLAD T0 GIVE Y0lI A FREE COPY 0F THE NEW KODAK CATALOGUE 1 Kodaks 31.00 and Upwards - At the Rexall Store W. G. MOSS, Prop. STOP KICKING YOUR TOW,N AROUND A MiililflilfilWAHIlW4Z752ii 'lIlliI!lllMIIlW Z You have a right to kick your own hound, 5 But it hurts us all if you kick our town. . Let's pull together for good all around. LAYMON HARDWARE sToRE is in ji , ,P this town. 2 W U' M, He sei? HARDWARE cheap, don't that 3 soun . It makes him feel good to have you around. ' w:L5.,lrimfgsg ,:', 'IE Q fiif'i'i1i,1ifi, , 5 'W1'J He sells for note settlement or cash down. .. , ,- 'i..H.... ..... . .,,. sl 3 MR . The best range for you to buy IS the ul '- 1 ff ' ' ., Ml illl H H'l ' n XI 55.00 down, and 31.00 a week when in ,ff YOWII. J ME SPENCER, - . LAYMO - - INDIANA The Home of Good Clothes BIXL R NN It Pays to Study the Clothes Questlon EXPERIENCE S 8: ETTLINGER CLOTHCRAFT dt I b thy? h th t SPENCER INDIANA Is a good teacher. Once you wear a suit of ihe H O I M O I mg fe MAKE L--..:.-N - A consistcnl student for ever afterward you will be. You will stud t eir styles, fabrics and general eai, ecause e are ne crierions, W UIQ' vw F' '1 THE old Daguerreotype of grand- father and grandmother, and Aunt Mary, and then the quaint pic- tures of father and mother taken just after the War-money couldn't buy them from you! Are you forgetful of the fact that future generations would cherish just such pictures of you? Clever photographers, and fast plates and lenses, have made having your picture taken a rather pleasant experience these days. G. L. Wampler THE PHOTOGRAPHER IN YOUR TOWNH lb all sq Www wgvw' ii eeeee he ii The Brains of Tomorrow Must De Velop in the Well-fed Bodiesqof Tofday The right things to eat, both in the necessities and theycluxuries are found in the well-stocked grocery 'gg Store of - Lil W. W. Vandevdenster 'i if ii' The Cleanest, Best and the Absoluteiv is our aim. We invite your inspection Corner Main and Market- Streets Beauty, Style and Fit' are essential 1n Shoes to give you the comfortahleteelmg Add to these characteristics dura-e bility and moderate prices, then visit the Biggest Shoe Store in Southern Indiana and find the combinations' of the above practical attractions The Shoe Store of ' B mW. W. Vandeyenter ...ii fi B f ' fix' First Room North of Corner Grocery r W i,,, ,,, . , W .,,,.,,. 1 A 66 A Message to i YOUNG MEN i 'This is a prepaid message and it's Wire- , -less. It's the S. O. S. of style. It's . , 'brief in words but infinitely .broad in im- . .pourtance to those young men who de- Q mand style .and service in their clothes. -Q 'L I., A Q yly . Its flashes say:-- 32 Z w it scnmss l x BALTIMORE CLUTHES 5 i -'The Clothes Beautiful i .sHeed the message. Profit by it. X . Put your O. K. on it by the one . l U I , real test-Elle satijaction of Wear- Q X Il ing a Sc oss-ma e suit. si 1 l i A I i X ll ' i Agency tor GIMBEL HATS, KAHN X i f g2EIN?:G3DSIg.gg'HES,' AMERICAN GEN- X gag . y y i X CASSADY cioiimwc co. g'Cl0lheS Beflllliillln .9..Q... .. .. ..9..0..Q..0..Q .9 .. XXXXX P H WWW' 'i i WTT ' Joslin Hardware Co. Cutlery Hardware Tools Tinware Stoves Ranges Quick Meal P I ti Gasoline Stoves 0 l St f-KEEN CUTTER T00Ls M WW 'WING THE CITY PRINTERY IN A COUNTRY TOWN PRINTING WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT IT THE EPITOMIST PRINTING CO. SPENCER, -..- INDIANA N3Z3Z-3Z3Z3Z3Z3Z3Z-3Z3ZJZ-3Z3Z3Z-3Z3Z3Z7Z3Z3Z3Z N JZ 3 This Cm suwws Q Fiend gf the 35 gg New Dahlia 52 N HZ if 5 N 32- . vii 7 ' . A . J-1. 75 R '25 Q N ki ECC aitii all h w aircflems XR: A v Z: Spencefg Ind., Cemitiffzamllia, Washo keg Q ii ir gff jfZjQTg1-sea if .gl -r , L. PIERSON COMPANY Buirlcliang Material, Glass, Lime, Cement, Plaster, Brick, . Sewer Pipe, Drain Tile P i,r,,,.,rr,,,,r,,........ i-l fMfr:,t,'h1 a,eite, Washed Coal, Yellow Jacket, '6N0thing Hotter, Wim- frede, the best easternsplint Coal, 4th vein 5 inch Linton Lump Blgckand Splut Wood . W, 6. W. white wil1f11z ziwQ:rA QQ Spemzm, q311.bic1.a m All kinds -oi Candy but look tor the BEST f E The National Chocolates S K Y L A R K KEUERLEBER'S Bakery and Confectionery NORTH slDE Hlbert P. Campbell Dentist 1 Q Jpencer, Jndiana Williams 81 Barton MONUMENTS THOMAS 8: TEAGARDIN Groceries, Dry Goods, Notions, Boots and Shoes, Etc. Highest Market price Paid For Butter 8: Eggs West End of Morgan Street , - S S. SPENCER - - - INDIANA - S J. s. HARRIS -ii' nnuooisr Spencer, - Indiana ON THE CORNER wh 92 Ice Cream Soda and Soft Drinks Fine Cigars, Tobacco, Paints, 0ils. ,231