Spiceland High School - Yearbook (Spiceland, IN)

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TO BE OR NOT TO BE To be or not to be — that is the question, and it was a question in the minds of about twenty-two seniors whether they would ever be able to learn the thirty- three lines of Hamlet ' s famous Soliloquy. It was an outrageous fortune. Even those who resolved to have it all learned were sicklied o ' er with the pale cast of thought of having to get up before the whole class, and a new teacher in the bargain. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all. But it was only one of the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. ( )n the morning of the fatal day could be heard on all sides to be or not to be. Whenever a Senior met a fellow sufferer it was, How much can you say? Should they grunt and sweat under this dreary life or should they take arms against this sea of trouble and by opposing end all this learning . If during the morning some calamity had happened or something had put a quietus to them they would willingly have faced the dreams after death. They surely could be no worse than this night-mare of life. All went to class feeling that they were about to meet the greatest calamity of their lives. Everyone was holding his breath for fear he would be the first one to have to speak. The thought of the whole class was expressed by the first one who got up and started out with To die. Perhaps she was thinking of shuffling off this mortal coil or making her quietus with a bare bodkin. Out of that whole class only one perfect recitation was made. The feeling of the class was summed up by the last recitation which ended thus: The undis- covered country from whose bourne no traveller returns, puzzles the will, — that ' s all. H. B. ' 20 A ANN-YAL What is it? It ' s the thing that causes a certain Senior class more worry than a billion dollars does its owner. But we all would welcome an opportunity to worry over such a trifle as that. Getting back to the Ann-yal we have decided it is the one chance to gain publicity and to receive attention. And that is what we are after, isn ' t it? Well, anyway, we are going to put out A Ann-yal. A committee is elected to appoint a committee to select a committee, etc. Through this process a staff is sifted out of our rocky class. And the staff had the sand. Ask certain business men if in doubt. The staff was headed by the Ed-in-Chief whose master mind moulded into form the many contributions of our faithful contributors. Expenses began to stare us in the face and our business manager scoured the vicinity in search of money. In return for donations the cheerful giver was awarded a place in our Hall of Fame, namely the ad. section. The staff labored day and night. You doubt it? Well, so do I. Anyway, they worked hard ; collecting history, writing up those basketball games we won, and a few we lost — no alibi, trying to arouse poetic nature and drawing pic- tures, were the main occupations. By and by the day came when the dummy was ready for the printer. It was escorted by an armed guard for fear something would be lost out. When safely deposited within the walls of the printers shop we all returned to await results. What would it look like? Would they print it? and Could we sell such a thing if they did print it? were the doubtful re- marks that ran through the class. It was an eager group that welcomed the printed matter home. We had put out A Ann-yal. R. L. ' 20

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President, Myron Brewer. Colors Sec-Treasury, Esther Bundy Red-White-Blue Fred Grau Franklin Hinshaw Ruben Allen Myron Brewer Ralph Johnson Dorsey Poer Rex Wright Robert Myer Russell Reece Victor Reece Gilbert Divilbiss Myrtle Thompson Hassel Stigleman Esther Bundy Mildred Catt Edith Stafford Ethel Stafford Ruby Hodson Ruth Hodson Neva Souders Esther Holloway