Spiceland High School - Yearbook (Spiceland, IN)

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Is it a cyclone? cried Marie. Ching-a-lac-a, ching-a-lac-a Chow, chow, chow ; Boom-a-lac-a, boom-a-lac-a Bow, wow, wow; Rica-raca firecracker Biff, boom, bah The class of ' 16 Rah ! rah ! rah ! Tims came a yell from many throats. Then the door burst open and in trooped a crowd of bens and girls. What in the world does it mean? stammered Marie. It simply means that practically the whole bunch is here. This is our class reunion. Isn ' t it a novel Way to have a reunion? Whv, can ' t you guess that we are having a surprise on you? They seemed to be all talking at once for a moment, then Marie recovered her breath and said, You girls come upstairs with me. Carl, you look after the boys. When thev had shed their wraps and were seated around the fire, Marie said, Monkey, monkey, bottle of beer. How many of us are there here? Let ' s have the roll call. Nellie you preside like old times. The secretary will please call the roll. Everyone must answer by telling where he lives and what he is doing at the present time, laughed Nellie. Arnold Templeton, began Ruth. What did I ever do to make you pick on me? groaned Tampie. Come on, Tampie, don ' t be so bashful, someone said. Well I ' m in school at Earlham and shunning all the work I can, answered Tampie. Yes, M ' enia can swear to that, came a retort. We heard about yon boys putting a skunk in Bundy Hall, said Nellie. Not guilty, said Tampie, Monk stays in the clorm. He can tell you about that. They tried to put it in Miss Doan ' s room, but the night watchman was on the job for once. It ' s a horrible place to live yet, growled Monk. Claude Deem, called Ruth. He ' s in Wheeling, West Virginia, in the canning business, said Clyde. Clyde Mercer. Speak for yourself, Clyde, said Ruth. Well, I ' m working at the Cleveland Grain Co. ; out home now, he answered. Where is out home? asked Marie. We live in Indianapolis now. He makes a lot of trips to Spiceland though, teased Ed. Yes, the Pick of all the world lives there, added Mark. Earl Antrim, next. Well, I ' m at Earlham, trying to chaperon Tampie, answered Monk. And who chaperons you? asked Jimmy. Somebody said you put a calf in Park Kirk ' s bed. Cruel boy! joshed Marion. Sh-sh-sh! Don ' t let the faculty hear you! whispered Monk. Edward Poer, came the voice of the secretary. Oh, I ' m employed at the Maxwell factory and hope to be president soon, said Edward with a grin. Froggie, froggie on a walk. Just listen to Edward talk, they yelled. Ezra Hill, went on Ruth. Ezra is in Detroit working for the Tuckett Motor Co. He ' s a draftsman there, said Clyde. Hazel Holloway. She is no more, said Ruby.

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CLASS OF 191 5 The class of 191 5 was the smallest class that has graduated from the Acad- emy for some time, but we always said that with our class it was Quality, Not Quantity The girls usually had their way as there were only three boys and they never put up any arguments. We were always full of pep and mischief, but our four years at the Academy were not all made up of fun, as We acquired knowledge every day which we have found very useful in our different walks of life The following conversation was overheard recently on the car between two members of our class. Please, may I sit here? Certainly. Why, Irene, I haven ' t seen you for so long. Sit down and tell me all about yourself and our class. I have lost track of some of them. Well, Louise, I suppose you are still in Reid Memorial Hospital, preparing yourself to ' nurse us all when we get sick. How much longer will you be there? I graduate in May, but do not leave the hospital as a registered nurse until January, What are you doing now? I am a stenographer at the Maxwell, and enjoy my work very much. I just saw Leslie Trobaugh on the car a while ago and he introduced me to his bride. He is living at Rushville now. The other two boys are married. Paul Reece lives in New Castle and Frank lives in Spiceland. They both seem to be living happy married lives. Frank still likes to play jokes on people. I suppose you knew that Adrian has left the hospital in Cleveland and is now nursing. Why, no. I didn ' t know she had left. Where is she nursing? She has been nursing around home here and at Lewisville. I think she intends to enter another hospital before long. Say, Pick, where is Doris Evans? She isn ' t at Indiana University this year, is she? No, she has gone there three years but is taking her last year at Wisconsin University. By the way. I saw Waneta the other day. Her husband is teaching in Hagerstown this year. Does Mildred still live out by Greensboro? Yes, wouldn ' t it be real sport for us all to get together again and go out to Mildred and Fred ' s and have a real country feed. Well I have to get off here. 1 hope it will be so we can all be together sometime and have one of our big times like we used to have. Good-bye, Louise, and luck to you. Good-bve, Pick. I sure have enjoyed getting to see you and hearing all about everybody. — A Member of the Class. THE SIXTEEN REUNION It was a Wednesday night in March of 1920. The day had been warm and bright. It was the first real springdike day of the year. Carl and Marie Jarrett sat by their pleasant fireside, Marie hemming a table cloth while her husband read the evening paper. Like all good husbands he read the most important things aloud so that his wife might enjoy them too. Presently Carl laid aside his paper and yawned. I wonder if our class will try to have a reunion this year? mused Marie. Well, if they do try it, I hope they can get the bunch together, said Carl. Suddenly there was a step on the veranda. Then came another and another until it sounded as if a herd of stampeding cattle wtere doing a pigeon-toe out there.

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Excuse me. Hazel Hoffman, corrected Ruth. I ' m very busy taking care of my husband. We live on the farm north of Spiceland, answered Hazel. Just see how she takes care of him! I ' ll bet she ran away tonight, said Menia. Irene Pennington, called Ruth. Oh, I ' ve been at Earlham all winter, but I ' m at home now, she answered. Yes, they sent her home for the measles when she ' d had them four or five times. They didn ' t belong to her, and she took the Flu instead ! said Nellie. Marie Huffman — I mean Marie Jarrett, next. Well, I guess you can see what I ' m doing and we ' ve lived here in New Castle ever since we were married, answered Marie. You ' re excused. Marion Jefferis. I ' m staying at home on the farm lately, answered Marion. Yes, when von aren ' t buzzing Oneita. Folks, he might as well offer him- self up on Cupid ' s altar. Nine rahs for Red. He ' s the first one of the boys to get the nerve. They were given with a will. Mark Thomas. Present, said Mark. Oh, come on, Sonnie. Open up, called Tampie. Well, I ' m still out west of Spiceland raising more corn, to feed more hogs, to buy more land to raise more corn to feed more Put on the brakes, groaned Ruby with her hands over her ears. Menia Jay next, said Ruth. I ' m in school at Earlham, Menia answered. Yes. She ' s helping Tampie shun all the work he can, called Marion. Rovden Gorden. Clerking in a grocery store in Spiceland, came Jimmy ' s answer. In a grocery store? Then why do you spend so much time in the dry goods store? asked Ruth. He wants to learn the dry goods business, too, so he can run a department store some day, said Tampie. Ruby Brewer. Oh, I ' m in school at Teacher ' s College at Indianapolis, she said. She ' s going to teach Domestic Arts next year, said Nellie, or practice domestic art, I ' m not sure which. What another teacher in our class? this from Marie. Ruth Hollowav, now Ruth Painter, went on the secretary. I, also am taking care of my husband. We live on the farm at Spice- land, said Ruth. I ' ll bet she slipped away tonight, too! Who ' d ever have guessed that Ruth and Hazel, the quiet ones, would be first to take the leap? asked Irene. Ruth Ratliff is next on the list and I guess most of you know I ' m teaching at Greensboro this year. What, Ruth Ratliff teaching school? Who ' d ever have thought it? cried Marion. Ruth hurried on, Nellie True. Well, I ' m teaching, too, at Ogden. She told me the other day that she got lost in a snowstorm in the public square and hunted for an hour for a traffic policeman to tell her the way to the interurban station, said Irene. When the shouts of laughter had subsided, Ruth called Venton Brenneman. Oh, he ' s in California this winter but he ' s still deeply interested in jewels, especially Rubies, said Marie, as she came in from the kitchen, where she had