Valparaiso High School - Valenian Yearbook (Valparaiso, IN)

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. 24 Aet IV. — Scene 1 : Time, first half of last year, 1905. Place, German room of new central building. Characters, Miss Dunwell, teacher. Same pupils. Miss D: We will continue our read- ing of Wilhelm Tell tomorrow. Now, Clara, you may give us a summary of the last scene which we have read. Clara: Well, the last scene was where William Tell shot the apple off his son’s head. That’s all I can tell. Miss D: Andrew, do you remember anything else? Andrew: No. Scene 2 : Second half of last year, Miss D: Why, where is Kate, she is always here, she must be sick. Eva: She is. She and Hattie both have the measles. Miss D: O, poor girls. Well, we must go to our work; we begin our translation of Goethe’s Iphigenie today, don’t we? Grace, take the first para- graph. Grace: (holding Marie’s hand) The Goddess had determined, already Miss D: Look that scene over again and I will ask you about it tomorrow. Andrew: Tomorrow’s Saturday. Miss D: Well, Monday then, (bell rings) The class is excused. (The class passes out, but Myrtle sits with her head on her desk. ) Miss D: Myrtle! (Myrtle wakes up and hurries out with her magazine under her arm.) 1906. (Dark rainy day.) Marie: Yet. Bertha: Once. Miss D: (hardly able to control her- self) Girls! (Miss MacQuilkin enters.) Miss M: Miss Dunwell, we will have to dismiss on account of the darkness; there is something the matter with the gas. (class passes out.) Miss D: (alone) Oh, it is a great senior class. (curtain.)

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. 23 Scene 2: Same. Last half of year 1903. Spelling match in progress. Pupils in a row in the back of the room. Mr. R: (with German speller in hand) Ray, spell cat. Ray: Die Katze — K-a-t-z-e. Mr. R: Leon, German. Leon: Deutsch — D-e-u-s-h. Mr. R: Next. Gene. Gene: D-e-u-t-s-c-h. Mr. R: Bertha, story. Bertha: G-e-s-c-h-i-c-h-t-e. Mr. R: Gut; (bell rings) tomorrow we will take the next page, class ex- cused (curtain.) Act II. — Scene 1 : Time, first half year of school, 1903. Place, small unin- viting room above Post Office. Characters, Mr. Miller, instructor; pupils. Class in session. Mr. M: Gene, you may read now. Gene: (very slowly) An einem Mr. M: Harry, you will have to sit over here in the corner, if you don’t stop talking to Bertha. Now, Gene, go on, read faster. Gene: (very fast) An einem Spath- Scene2: Same. Characters, same. Mr. M: Now today is composition day and we are to have original stories. Harry, you may write yours on the board. While he is doing that, Marie, you may read yours. Just translate it into English, and I will look over the German after class. Marie: (rises and reads slowly) Once on a time, long ago, lived there an old hermit. He had his money saved and it in an old wall hid. One day, came along some hunters. They stopped by the wall to rest. One of them the treasure found and it away carried. This the hermit very sad made. Mr. M: Very good, but your trans- lation is a little awkward. Grace and Verna, stop your whispering. Grace, you may take this front seat. Grace: All right. erbstnachmittag ging ein alter Mann, die Strasze hinab. Mr. M: Good, Gene, you are im- proving. Verna. Verna: I don’t know where the place is. (bell rings). Mr. M: That is all right. We will begin here tomorrow. Excused. Time, last half of year, 1904. Mr. M: By the way, Uree, you did not make your report on why you chose German instead of Latin, yester- day. Are you ready with it today? Uree: Yes, Sir. Mr. M: You may read it. Uree: (reads) The reason why I chose Dutch instead of Latin was because I thought sometime I might marry a Dutchman and then I would be a Duchess and of course a duchess would Mr. M: That will do; you may take your book and go into the assembly room. (Uree goes out, giggling) Now, Harry, you may read your story, (bell rings) Well, the time is up now so we will h ave it tomorrow. Class excused, (curtain.) Act III. — Scene 1 : Time, First half year, 1904. Place, same as in Act II. (Walter has seat of honor beside Mr. Miller.) Class in session. Mr. M: Now, if the girls will stop their giggling and the boys will let those scales alone, we will continue with the lesson. Abbie, read the next sentence, translate, and give the con- struction of the noun, Kaiser. Scene 2 : Time, last half of year, Mr. M: Ada, you may sit over here in this corner and Cartha over in that one. Don’t let me see you whispering during recitation any more. Now we will proceed with our work. Uree,- translate the next sentence. Uree: He who would successful be, must honest also be. Mr. M: Myrtle, next. Abbie: I don’t understand that sen- tence, Mr. Miller. Mr. M: (steps to bla ckboard and writes the sentence down. The bell rings. The class is dismissed.) 1905. Myrtle: (who has been leaning back in her chair suddenly loses her balance and falls with a crash) Oh! All: Te-he — ho-ho — te-he. Mr. M: Never mind, Myrtle, go on. Myrtle: Oh, I’ve lost the place now. (bell rings.) Mr. M: Well, try to find it by to- morrow. Class excused. (curtain.)

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. 25 A Snapshot. T wasn’t really anybody’s fault but — it .just happened, as acci- dents will in the best regulated High Schools. It was a warm September night, three weeks after the v opening of the .Marsden High School and the coming of the nevv Professor, .Mr. Haywood. As might be expected the latter event caused much excitement and many comments among the students for, (horror of horrors!) the new man was to teach Science! The Seniors, despite the traditional adjective, were fourteen as jolly boys and girls as ever entered upon the mysteries of “ Physics.” They had watched with amazement the unusual actions of the new professor and after they had watched him read the barometer as “ half past six.” and heard him say that mercury was “ used for making electric batteries,” they came to the awful con- clusion that he was — “ absent minded! ” Until this same warm September night before mentioned each one of the fourteen was waiting with suppressed eagerness for a chance to play some prank on Mr. Haywood for they knew the opportunity would surely come, and now it had, although it was merely an accident. • Eight of the Seniors were sitting on the front steps of Margaret Graham’s house discussing the next day’s Vergil lesson and incidentally planning a hay- rack party and lamenting the fact that there had b een no excitement in Marsden for almost a week, when suddenly George Allison said, 11 Say, if you people want excitement, lets go over and break into the school. I want my kodak anyhow and I left it in my desk.” Pshaw, drawled Chester Dixon, ‘‘Where’s any excitement in that? We’ve done that stunt until even the girls are positive proof against the lovely ‘ cold shivers that just run up and down my back.’ ” 11 Then beside, added Tom Parker, “ Mr. Arnold had new locks put on all the windows just yesterday.” “ But the coal cellar door never has had a lock on it and I know we can get in there — come on. The girls are game, I know — anyhow Joker is.” Joker, whose class-room-Sunday-School name was Florence Moreland, was the leader among the girls and no one who saw her wondered at it. Her face was a perplexing mystery of fun and seriousness all the time. Bright, sympa- thetic and pretty, she had won respect and love from all who knew her and unconsciously drew with her a train of followers into all she did. The boys never thought of playing a joke, planning a party or starting a new study without Joker’s advice. So it was only natural that all started for the school when Joker did.