Spencer High School - Spencerian Yearbook (Spencer, IN)

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1926 SPENCERIAN 20 Jack: Ripping idea. I rather think Catherine's making a big success as a novelist and short story writer. She always had a knack for writing, donchaknow? O, by the way, Frank, in your letter be sure to tell Dump and that bully old scoundrel, Wayne, that I'd jolly well like to see 'em. And when Wayne makes his fortune raising those pet hogs of his tell 'em to buy an airplane and make us a dying visit. QJack resumes his reading, and Frances her writing.J Jack Qlooking upj : By Jove, Frank, who do you reckon dropped into the office today? fPauses and then exclaims triumphantlyj Hight Cant- well! Q Frances Cincredulouslyj : No! Jack: Yes! And fat! My word, Frank, he must weigh 250. Talk about lucky dogs, He's fairly rolling in wealth. May Ashbaugh always pretended she didn't like him when we were in high school, eh what? But she did. And when Hight started paying attentions to some one else the bally girl showed her spunk. They're quite happy now. Hight's been made a mem- ber of Henry Ford's firm. It seems hc saved Henry's life at one time, and the old gentleman was so grateful he just made him a partner. Hight gives much of his monev away. He always was a generous chap. We spent the whole morning talking over old times. Frances: Truth is certainly stronger than fiction. Imagine! May a millionaire's wife! !Wonder what it feels like. Well, I wish them all hap- piness. Jack: Hight was telling me about Sheik Taylor. We were all rather excite?d when he olopcd with Edna Wallace on commencement night, eh what . fFrances nods.J Jack: Well, well, they're living in Spencer. Morning-Side Addition, and are as happy as two turtle-doves. And here is the secret of their happiness. Edna does all the work. Frances Cknowinglyl : I just bet she does. Probably gets up at four o'clock in the morning, and builds the fires and bakes biscuits for her blessed hubby. No wonder Sheik's perfectly contented. Just think of run- ning over a poor little woman like that? It's an outrage! Jack Qsoothinglyj : Now, now, Frank. Don't get excited. Sheik always was beastly afraid of work, donchaknow? He's an inventor, Hight says. Trying to find a liquid which if injected will make a person highly educated Without studying. Sounds like Sheik, eh what? I bet the truth of the matter is he works just when he feels like it. Probably sits around all day in the sun smoking a corn-cob pipe. Sheik jolly well hated to study when he was in high school. Frances: Well, this is my philosophy. Don't spoil men. Say, Jack, I have something to show you. CShe leaves room, and returns with a large bottle which she exhibits proudly.J Frances: See, it's an instant beautifier. I bought it this afternoon from an agent. im13r EL5j0x2y qilnmmm mm A good natured man is hard to find.

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1926 SPENCERIAN 19 A Peep Into the Future ONE-ACT PLAY ' The Cast Mr. Jack Newsom with the airs of an English gentleman. His wife-Frances Allen. Hop Sing, A Chinese Laundryman-Kenneth Noel. Time-Evening in January, 1936. Prologue And it came to pass as is the way of the world that a certain youth, namely Jack Newsom, loved a certain maiden, namely Frances Allen, both of whom were members of the illustrious class of '26, The years passed by, bringing many changes. The girl stayed at home, but the boy went away to college. He was graduated from Indiana University with high honors, and the world began to take note of his abilities. He was given a Junior partnership in a large manufacturing concern in the East. Then came a splendid opportunity of spending four years in England learning the busi- ness of his firm at first hand. After bidding his sweetheart a fond farewell the lad went abroad. Four years later he returned. But what a change had been wrought in our hero. No longer was he the simple, practical Ameri- can business man of former years, but he had acquired the wisdom and mannerisms of a typical English gentleman. To the girl he left behind he seemed more wonderful than ever. They were married immediately upon his arrival in the States, and are now living happily in Boston. fThe scene is laid in the cozy living room of the home of the Newsoms. A pleasant fire blazes brightly in the fireplace. A few comfortable arm chairs are placed about the room, At one end is a reading table covered with current magazines and at the other end is a radio. A piano and a music rack with inviting stacks of sheet music stand in one corner. A few well-chosen pictures hang on the walls, and several gay-colored flowers are arranged attractively about the room. Jack is sitting before the fire, deeply absorbed in the evening newspaper. He is dressed in a jaunty street suit, spats and a red tie, and wears a monocle. Frances is seated at a quaint little desk busily writing a letter. An atmosphere of cheerfulness and do- mestic happiness pervades the scene.J Frances Clooking up from her letterj : Jack, how do you spell Czeckslovakia ? Jack, too interested in his newspaper to pay any attention: Huh? Frances: How is Czeckslovakia spelled? KNO answerj Frances fin exasperationj : For pity sakes, Jack, do wake up and tell me how to spell that word! tJack finally peers out from behind his paper.J Jack Cin a drawling voicebz My word, Frank, you know jolly well I can't spell Czeckslovakia. To whom are you writing, anyway, Dump ? Frances: Yes, and I want to know how to spell that word so I can address the envelope of Dump's letter. Just think! I haven't seen her for five years! What pals we were, and what fun we had! I've so much to tell her. I'm writing her about Catherine Kiser's new book, Confessions of A Bachelor Maid. It's so interesting, and I think Dump will want to read it, since we were all classmates together! Great men cultivate love -Cheese Raper.

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1926 SPENCERIAN 21 Jack treading from labelj : Every day in every way 'twill make you prettier and prettier. 'Pon my word, Frank, did you notice this picture? CFrances peers at the label on the bottle.J It's none other than Sod Stogs- dill! What do you know! So he's turned out to be a manufacturer of cos- metics. Mighty queer, eh what? Frances: I should say so. Not changing the subject, Jack, but there's to be an unusually good show tomorrow night at the Broadway Theatre. The special feature is an act by Spidora, the Enchantressf' She's a won- der. Everybody's raving about her. And Jack, Jack, guess who she is! Our old classmate,.Martha Jackson! Remember how we called her Spidora in high school? She's commercialized the name. fCoaxinglyJ I'd just love to go. Jack: Well, well, now isn't that fine? I've bought tickets for that very show. tProduces two tickets.J We'll go around and see Martha after- wards, and have a little theatre supper. Frances fdelightedlyj : O, I'm so glad. CJack falls to reading again, and Frances picks up a bit of needle- workj. Jack flaughinglyjz Here's what you need, Frank. A permanent wave-guaranteed to last a life-time, eh what? This paper says that a Madame Bolenne has really perfected such a wave that never needs a re- trace. She's the idol of all those bally actresses and society high-brows. fFrances looks at paper over Jack's shoulder.J Frances: Why, Jack! Don't you see her name is Harriet? It's Har- riet Bolen, who graduated in our class. I can't imagine such a thing. CShe shakes her head in bewilderment several times, and begins to sew again. All is quiet for a few moments! Jack CSuddenly sitting up straight and exclaiming in a loud voicel: My word, Frank, listen to this! CReading from newspaperb: Formation of a Hobo Party causes consternation in political circles. Mr. Kenneth Esakson, King of the Hoboes, announces his candidacy in the coming pres- idential election on the Hobo Ticket. Mr. Marquis Mitten is his running mate. This party has been growing rapidly of late, and now has thousands of adherents, including bums, tramps, hoboes, and professional bankrupts. If I am elected! says Mr. Esakson, I promise that you will never have to work any more. 'Plenty of money and nothing to do but have a good time,' is my motto. Frances: What's this country coming to anyway? Jack: Don't know. Looks like anarchy, eh what? But what else can you expect? Swede always was a good hobo, donchaknow? He took the prize at the Senior Hobo Party, remember? And Marquis seems to be cut out for a hobo, too. Makes me feel mighty bloomin' bad though to think that two members of our class should come to be such ciphers. Frances: Me too. Let's have a little music to drive away the blues. Jack: Splendid. I'll see what I can get. Maybe it'll cheer us up, eh what? fGoes to radio and tunes into New York.J Got the Hippodrome Theatre in New York. Radio Announcer: Station S. Y. Z. The next number on the program will be a solo, 'My Indiana Home,' by Mr. Mark Peden, world-famous bari- tone. He is accompanied by his wife, Mrs. Virginia Hill Peden, a renowned pianist. Mice and men are the only things that frighten women.