Westville High School - Echo Yearbook (Westville, IN)

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RUTH COULTER She doth indeed show some sparks that are like wit. Much Ado About Nothing BEULAH HINTON. What well appointed leader fronts us here Y Henry IV LELA MILLER A most excellent and acomplished lady. Twelfth Night

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ALICE BARNARD At wal' 'twixt will and will not Measure for Measure MARTHA BARNARD 'Su quiet and so sweet a style. As You Like It HELEN CUMMINGS 'There is little of the melancholy element in her. Much Ado About Nothing

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Four years ago, on September 4, 1917, twelve frightened but courage- ous girls and boys thronged through the front doors of the Westville High School into a group of grinning high browed upper classmen. Undaunted by the taunts and sneers we received from the other classes, we passed through our Freshman year without many mishaps. At the beginning of our Sophomore year, we were grieved to find that Lawrence Moorehouse, who had joined the army, Courtney Bowman and Inez Koontz, were no longer with us. But we were to find three new mem- bers in our midst, Earl Sarver, Frances Topper and Madge Imes. Although we were detained two months this year because of the Hu, most of us be- came Juniors at the close of that term, At the beginning of our Junior year we lost Marie Gloff, Leroy Kitchel, Madge Imes and Casimir Levendoski, but Helen Cummings joined us. That same year we signed a contract with the Brown Lyceum Bureau for five entertainments to be given during our Senior year. In February we gave a reception to the Seniors and Faculty at which every one professed to have had a good time. Nothing preventing us, we will all graduate May 5th, and thus end our brief, but happy, school days at Westville. In our Senior year Mildred Glancy and Viola Bowman were lost, and. as no one entered our class, we have only six members remaining. The Lyceum course proved a success, and the Box Social, although something new for Westville, also was a success. This year we have tried to publish an Annual, which we hope will be followed by one from other graduating classes. l . Y ' - I CLASS PROPHECY BEULAH HILTON, '21 At eight fifteen on the evening of May 5, 1931, just ten years since I had graduated from the Westville High School, I sat on the lawn in front of my home in sunny Texas. The day had been unusually warm and my thoughts had travelled to far oi? Westville more than once. I wondered what the other five of our dear old Sextette were doing. Little did I think I should soon 'rind out. As I sat there thinking and dreaming a hush fell upon the air. I start- ed and sat upright. Something was about to happen. Before my eyes