West Lebanon High School - Piker Yearbook (West Lebanon, IN)

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YIKER I LITEK Favorite Books of Famous People Mr. Lehner: When a Man Marries-Mary R. Rhinehart. Miss Kelley: Our Mutual Friend-Charles Dickens. Miss Hughes: Vanity Fair-William M. Thackeray. Miss Daniel: The C1'ims0n Cocoanut-John H. Beith. Mr. Stuart: The Perfect Gentlemen-Ralph Bergengren. Mrs. Bowlus: Pair of Spectacles-Sidney Grundy. Marie Bowlus: The Poor Little Rich Girl-E. Gates. Estella Clem: Wanted: A Husband-S. H. Adams. Warren Chavers: Time, Place and the Girl-J. W. Harding. Christine DeBord: This Freedom-A. S. M. Hutchinson. Velma Evans: The Road to Understanding-Eleanor H. Porter Miles Haupt: Up From Slavery-Booker T. Washington. Clyde Strattan: The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come-John Fox, Jr Marie Sandahl: Her Father's Daughter-Gene Stratton Porter. Orton Haupt: How He Won Her-Mrs. Southworth. Ishmael Ewen: The Light That Failed-Rudyard Kipling. Ethel Flesher: Won by Waiting-Mary J. Holmes. N 1 Leo Simmermon: Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow-Jerome B. Jerome. Opal Heck: Little Women-Louisa M. Alcott. Porter Williams: The Story of a Bay-Thomas B. Aldrch. Margaret Hamar: To Have and to Hold-Mary Johnston. Pag 9

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YIKER :- all N, - , M. Page 52 The Library Master of human questions am I Beautiful to look at by passers by People sometimes for leisure tarry Some people come to read or work What's the difference if they come to shirk For I am the friend of everyone, The Library. Do not knock at my door, come in If you do not make use of me, then begin The knowledge people seek does vary 1 furnish aid to all as an adviser Anything you Wish to know, ask Miss Biser For I am the friend of everyone, The Library. -Warren Chavers, '23

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YIKER Franklin's First Visit to W. L. I had been walking in the woods and, being somewhat tired and in no hurry to get home, had lain down under a huge tree to rest. Presently I fell asleep and on waking found it a hard matter to get up, but once on my feet my strength seemed to come back to me. It was getting dark, so I thought I must hurry home, as the witches might find me alone in the woods and my friends would never hear of me again. I walked for sometime and thought it about time to be nearing home, when I discovered what seemed to be lights, hang- ing from poles set in the ground. In coming beneath one of these I found it to be a wire or something burning in a bottle. I marvelled at these facts, not remembering the lights being there, and thinking it the work of witches. I started on, wanting to get out of the neighbor- hood as soon as possible for fear they might still be near. I looked around and the sight I saw made me shudder. Coming down the road, right straight at me, was an awful monster with big eyes, which was making an awful noise, the like of which I had never heard. With one swift glance in its direction, I started running with all my might. 1 brought up against a nearby tree with a crash and thinking that fate had given me an avenue of escape I climbed up as fast as I could. It did not stop at my tree but kept tearing along the road toward town. I later learned that it was a Ford and nothing to fear whatever, but at the time, I thought it must be the devil himself. Being certain that I had not been seen, I climbed down and went on my way toward town, which I did not recognize at all. After wandering around a while, trying to find out where I was I came to the business part of town. Here I saw people all going the same direction. Oh! the horrible clothes these people wore. I hid my face in my hands for shame, then remembering that all the people wore that kind I followed the crowd. They went into a building and sat down. I supposed it was a church at first, but it wasn't. Present- ly some words appeared on the wall above and in front of us. They said Mack Senett's Bathing Beauties. Who was Mack Senett? I had never heard of him. Then some people came where the words had been. 1 will not describe them. One look was enough for me. l got up and ran outside and never stopped until I got out into the country. Soended my first visit to West Lebanon. -Orton Haupt, '23 The Lights That Failed As Little Boy Blue sped along on the highway to the prairies, at sixty per in his antique Interstate, with the soft hum of the engine purring its contentment on the familiarity of this macadamized via, and the canary birds and the nightingales crooning in the hedgerows, his heart was beating wild with joy because it seemed to him that with his Goldie Locks, his smooth-running Interstate, and a good Page 54