Valparaiso High School - Valenian Yearbook (Valparaiso, IN)

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL 14 THE HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL EDITED BY THE CLASS OF 190S EDITOR. ... RAY LAWRENCE ASSOCIATE EDITOR, ALICE TALCOTT BUSINESS MANAGER, - - GEORGE McNAY CLASS PRESIDENT, - - RAY LAWRENCE SECRETARY AND TREASURER, - KATE LEDERER As the school year once more draws to a close, we real- ize that we are leaving behind us the happiest days of our lives and that time once lost is never regained. We real- ize the duties that await us, and when we look back over our happy school days, wishing that those precious mo- ments once spent together might only be returned to us, we desire to leave as a final token of remembrance with our class-mates and teachers an Annual that will never be set aside. And when we enter upon life’s journey, we feel that we may safely say that after four full years of instructive work, we are partially prepared to realize what is con- tained in the sphere of life which lies beyond us. And when we shall have attained this aim, may we arise to a full comprehension of our motto: “Qualis Vita, quails ita” (As we spend life , so we end it.) THE HIGH SCHOOL ALUMNI. Including the class of ’05, there have graduated from the ® Valparaiso High School three hundred and thirty-five young @ men and women. Of these twenty-three are dead and many ® have moved to other cities, but a large number still live ® in Valparaiso or its vicinity, whom the annual banquet brings together year after year to talk over the good times associated with the old V. H. S. This year’s banquet promises to be of unusual interest. Prof, and Mrs. Banta have planned to attend both the Commencement and Alumni Reunion, and many of the older members from a distance are expected. Twenty-two of the thirty-three classes who claim the High School as their Alma Mater, were graduated during Prof. Banta’s superintendency, and every class since that time down to the seniors of ’05, who were in the primary department when he finished his work here, have been identified in some way with his school administration. Preparations are being made to entertain three hundred guests in the gymnasium and manual training rooms, which are to he transformed for the occasion into reception and banquet halls. Invitations have been issued to every member of the Alumni whom the committee have been able to reach and they expect to make this banquet the brightest, happiest and most thoroughly enjoyable event of Commencement Week. “HELLO! WHO IS THIS?” This heading suggests a telephone conversation. It sug- gests to some the fact that many of us do not talk over a ’phone as we should if in the presence of the other party. Suppose one wanted to find my house on North Franklin street, would he begin at the first house above the new High School building and ring the door bells, and ask those who answered the rings “Who are you?” On the contrary, he

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL he was torn between an element ot perversity and injured pride, and his exquisite susceptibilities together with the noble influences native to his soul. With such a tempera- ment it is not strange that at times he thought “Too long and darkly, till his brain became. In its own eddy boiling and o’er wrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame.” With all his endowments, Byron lacked the one control- ing power — will — by which he might have become a pure intelligence, a serene and joyous force. The poverty of his parents made it necessary for Shakes- peare, at an early age, to help support the family. Little or nothing is known of how or when he received his edu- cation. He learned his best lessons from the school of ad- versity. Goethe once said of him: “Shakespeare always hits the right nail on the head at once; but I have to stop and think which is the right nail before I hit.” He was the man who could seize common occasions and make them great. He worked everything into his plays. He ground up the king and his vassal, the fool and his fop, the prince and the peasant, the simple and the profound, honor and dishonor — everything within the sweep of his vision he ground up into paint and spread it upon his mighty canvas. Will and determination made him the chief literary glory of England. “You will be what you will to be; Let failure find its false content In that poor word ‘environment,’ But Spirit scorns it and is free. The mighty Will, that force unseen, That offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew the way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene. 1 The river seeking for the sea Confronts the dam and precipice, Yet knows it cannot fail or miss: You will be what you will to be.” SHAKE HANDS WITH FATE. ' Tis a sad old world, and a bad old world; It is scarce worth while at all. Its sorrows cling and its friendships sting, And even its joys will pall. But dear is life, for all its strife. And love is better than hate; You’ll find a grace in the surliest face, If you just shake hands with fate. With light in your glance and right in your glance. And your lips in a curve to the sky; A spring in your walk and a ring in your talk. Sure, hope will not pass you by. The path that you will winds over a hill, But it leads to an open gate; So trill you a song to lure love along. And just shake hands with fate.

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL 15 would inquire as to the location of my house, find it, ring the bell and inquire of the one answering if I lived there. If he happened to ring at the wrong house he would not ask “Who is this?’ ' but he would ask for me and when in- formed that I did not live there, beg pardon and ask to be directed to my house. Is there any reason why he should change this polite way when he is trying to get communi- cation by telephone? Suppose he was hunting a man said to be on the street, would he accost every man he met and ask “Who are you?” and if he did not give the name he wanted, say he didn’t want him and go for the next one he met in the same way? Not one of us would do that. If he should be so impudent and impolite, the chances are that before he had gone a block some gentleman would kick him or give him a bloody nose, as he deserved, or have him arrested pend- ing an inquiry of lunacy. The way all of us would do: We would make an inquiry and, if in doubt, we would ask if the person we addressed was the one we wanted, and not ask Who are you?” Some of us forget all about this when we go to a tele- phone. We ring as if there was both a fire and a riot on in our dooryards. If we are not instantly answered we get nervous and speak angrily or impudently to Central. We hear a “Hello!” whereupon we yell “Who is this?” Our answer might be “Bartholomew,” then we, in a louder voice, ask “What Bartholomew?” Our answer comes “Lawyer Bartholomew,” and still louder we ask “Which Lawyer Bartholomew?” all because we had not the polite- ness in the first place to ask if the person addressed was the Mr. Bartholomew we wanted. But this is sufficient for illustration. How should a conversation be carried on by telephone? As kindly, considerately and as politely as if the parties were face to face. No one of us would ask “Who is this?” If we should do so we ought not to expect a better answer than “Who do you think it is?” or “Guess!” An example: Central — “What number?” W. — “592, please.” (A hello.) W— “Is this The Best?” Ans. — It is.” W. — “May I speak to Miss Stoddard?” Another: “Is this Mr. Golightly’s residence?” Ans. — “Yes, sir.” W. — “Will Miss Gwendolin favor me by coming to the phone?” (A soft hello.) W. — “My dear Miss Gwendolin, I have been exceedingly unhappy ever since I left you last night. I feel that the lan- guage I used to tell you of my love for you did not begin to give you its heighth, depth and breadth, and I want to unburden my » ” In the interest of good manners and of polite and pleas- ant telephone intercourse, let us bar the impudent and im- polite “WHO IS THIS?”