Westville High School - Echo Yearbook (Westville, IN)

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strange scenes and figures, weird and uncanny, were taking shape. A voice from somewhere in hollow, ghostly tones commanded me to look and see the very things for which I was longing. Tremblingly, I obeyed it, and dear old places that I well remembered, and people I had associated with day after day in school passed before my eyes. I had forgotten my pres- ent surroundings, I was living in the past. Again I heard the voice, this time it said: That is the past, now look at the present, I semed to be in a wonderful room, a magnificent dinner was the order of the evening. The hostess' face seemed familiar. Who could it be? Suddenly it dawned upon me that it was Martha Barnard, my old class- mate, who was now the acknowledged leader of all social doings, great and small, in Newport, where her husband owned a large estate. The scene shifted suddenly. A beautiful ranch house appeared. I was shown a fascinating room in the house. This time I had no difiiculty in recognizing the woman who sat by the window. It was Ruth Coulter, who, with her husband, owned more land than any of us, their ranch being com- posed of ten thousand acres. The scene was changed quickly to a farm in the middle west. A beau- tiful house and other farm buildings were set high among the hills on the farm. Everything had an air of refinement, prosperity and peace. In the young woman who was about to climb into an automobile, I recognized my old friend, Alice Barnard. She Was now married to the prosperous owner of this farm, who had won her in spite of other persistent young rivals. The next time the place shown to me was in the oil fields of Texas. A beautiful roadster drove up. A young woman alighted and went into the oflice of the owner of the fields. It was Helen Cummings, and she appeared perfectly at home in the richly furnished office. I supposed she was the oil king's wife. That gentleman, by the way, was working in the steel mills in Gary at the time of our graduation. Now, last but not least, I was shown the private office of the member of our class who had climbed highest on the ladder to fame. Lela Miller was the only one, besides myself, who had not married. She had entered politics and had made such a success that there were no doubts in anyone's mind that she would be President of the United States by the time she would be thirty-five. As I was shown her she was seated at her desk with her head bowed in thought, and I wondered if she, tob, were not thinking of days gone by. Suddenly the clock struck eleven, just the hour the commencement ex- ercises had ended ten years ago. The spell passed and I was again alone with my thoughts. But I am happy now, for I have seen with my own eyes the homes of my classmates, and I feel certain that at least one of them is doing something that will make the class of 1921 remembered through future years.

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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

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Will ofthe Class of 1921 Friends in passing leave behind Their wills to help their fellows kind, And all their dear and loved possessions Must be left with fond professions. So the Class of '21, Laden with their honors won, Will their All unto these others, Underclassnzen, fellows, brothers. Martha Barnard's lithe slim grace Shall help to solve Miss Enid's case, And Helen Cummings' Coal black hair They leave to Scotty, whose is so fair. To all fresh Freshies for many years, Her assurance Lela leaves with tears. Keep it, folks, and make it buzz, You'l1 need it worse than Lela does. Alice Barnard's I don't know She leaves with Vernon's long drawn Oh-h-h. And Beulah Hi1ton's bright red waist She leaves to those who lack her taste. Ruth Coulter's rare good nature She he1'eby divides with every creature. Mary Keel's sagaciousness Is Edward Gill's with graciousness. To Ruth Kelly, who sings soprano, They leave Miss Morris' skill at piano. Kind thoughts they leave for Vera Powell, The girl whom they all like so well. 5 To Earl Larsen, with flaming hair, They leave Mertie Shunk, so blooming and fair, Vivacious Charlotte, a sophomore, They wish to remember evermore. To Ralph Bluhm, with throttle wide, They leave Grace Tiffany's modesty with pride, Use it, Ralph, 'twill serve you well, May do you good so they foretell. Irene, Kathryn and Florence, too, 'Io forget these three would never do, Also there's Ruth, Helen, Howard and Winnie, CFrom the House of Reed there seems to be manyj May other teachers ne'er have less Of placid tolerance than Miss Cass- May the benevolence of Miss Smick Long to the Seniors' memory stick.