Whiting High School - Reflector Yearbook (Whiting, IN)

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She 'If e eefor Class History IN September, 1910, the class of 1914 numbering sixty-six, entered the High School. This was the first class to enter the new building as freshmen. We entered under the guidance of Mr. Ilall as super- intendent and Mr. Holliday as principal, but Mr. Hall resigned during the first semester and Mr. Holliday was made superintendent. We then looked with many surmisings to the coming of our new principal, Mr. Whiteman. The memorable happenings of our first year were that Irene Stewart even as a freshman was a great talker and after Miss Johnston’s patience had been tried beyond endur- ance she made her sit upon the assembly platform with her. This caused Evelyn to become very angry. Don Spurrier was the fusser of the class that year for he had quite a case on Mary Strut insky. Evidently Don was badly hit because he has never paid any attention to any one since. Louis Fischer was president during this year and like all freshmen classes it was hard to maintain order. “Little but mighty” was Louis’s motto and he held strict discipline. When we returned in September 1911, we numbered only forty-four. The sole social event of our High School career occurred this year when we gave our Hal- lowe’en Party. The girls furnished most of the eats and the boys bought the cider, apples and pumpkins. We had the rooms downstairs beautifully decorated with pumpkins, cornstalks and oak leaves. The evening was spent in telling ghost stories and bobbing for apples. George Henson wanted an apple so bad he put his entire head and shoulders into the tub and we had to get several towels so he could dry his hair and be presentable for the rest of the party. It was just about this time that George began to emerge from the bashful stage and notice the girls. Mary Grogan was president this year and she ruled the class with a rod of iron. In May of this year we decorated the auditorium beautifully in daffodils for the 1912 Commencement. In 1913 the class had been reduced to thirty-five. Life in this year moved along uneventfully until spring when play prac- tice began. Our play, “She Stoops to Conquer” was a very classical one and we devoted much time and labor in making it a great success. It was given two nights and was considered by all the best production ever given by High School be- cause we rose from the common play and undertook something worth while. Miss Sexton deserves great credit for the way in which it was given. The play was also the greatest financial success of any Junior entertainment. It was necessary that this be a success as both the Junior and Senior classes were unusually large and thus greatly increased the expense of the banquet. The banquet was considered a great success by all present. The decor- ations were sweet peas and ferns and the Juniors painted place cards of the same flower. This was the dress event of the season for all the girls were vying with each other to see which would have the (Continued on Page 69) 24

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tshe STIGLITZ—Amelia Stiglitz. Thesis, “Motion Pic- tures.” Millie is a rather slow but industrious person. Her one hobby is millin- ery. VATKR—Ernst Vater. Thesis, Oration substi- tuted. Captain of Track team ’13 and ’14. Captain of Basketball team ’14. Basket- ball team 3 years. Track team 4 years. Junior and Senior plays. “Better late than never” is Ernst’s motto, excepting on the basketball floor. CAMERON—Ilarold Cameron. Basketball team one year. Junior play. President of Senior Class. “Jake’s” position as President of the class has succeeded in ruffling his crown- ing glory—his beautiful Titian pompadour. GOEBEL—Frieda Goebel. Frieda is a typical German Fraulein. She talked once when she forgot she was in school.

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i4------- Class Prophecy IT was in the year 1935 that I decided to answer an advertisement for a stenographer. The address given was 91st Street and Commercial Avenue, Room 2313, Lederer’s Building, South Chicago, 111. I had some difficulty in finding the room of that number, but at last found it in one of the corners of the huge build- ing. The sign on the door read: “Madame Douaranenez, Sceeress.” I was aston- ished and somewhat disappointed and turned to go. Curiosity, however, con- quered and I turned the knob and walked in. The place was deserted and the op pressive air and odor of Oriental inscence was almost'unbearable. The rooms were decorated with all sorts of fantastic orna- ments and cabalistic signs. Heavy velvet curtains divided the rooms. I kept on going until I came to a very small room at one end. Madame Douarnenez was sit- ting there calmly smoking a cigaret. She was almost hideous to look at. Her very dark skin and black eyes and coal black hair were very suggestive of the East In- dian, she professed to be. She wanted to tell my fortune, of course, but I protested and explained that I had come in answer to her adver- tisement. When I had finished speaking I noticed that she was looking steadily into my face. “Say, aren’t you Catherine O’Rourke,” I heard her say. I was too surprised to speak and she continued, “Don’t you re- member me?” I looked at her and saw no longer the East Indian Sceeress, but a comrade of the long past school days in Whiting High School, Marguerite. I asked her why she had taken this sort of work and how she had been able to deceive the people. “Well, you see it’s easy, and interest- ing besides. I was always fond of study- ing human nature and here I can study all I care to.” This reason didn’t satisfy me very well, but I knew the uselessness of argument, so we started to talk of the school days and especially of the class of 1914. “I would like to know what they are all doing today,” I said. “Why, you know Hannah is a very successful modiste, right here in this block.” Just then the boy brought in a card bearing the name, “Madame Geervier.” “O! here is Hannah now,” Marguerite said. It was a fortunate tiling she told me for I never would have recognized Hannah. She was wearing a very bright shade of yellow, then in vogue. Where the skirt should have been, she was wearing harem trousers, and beneath the trousers. I could see her yellow silk stockings and black jewelled pumps. The waist (if it may be called a waist at all) was a creation of yellow silk and pearls as large as a small tea-cup. Her ears were ornamented with huge diamonds and a string of emeralds hung to the floor. Her face was entirely hidden by her hair and all I could see was 25