Williamsport High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Williamsport, IN)

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4 . 1 1 . . ' 5 ff l I sl 9' ff gig-, , I 5 f' fr, -u ,ye 1 ,U - 1- ., ., - . ,haw ,, , .4 4 - . .. 1 .- . A.. .- ,U A 4 v . - . , . , . , -..sf J? which hundreds of thousands had gone before-desert gold. Next a scene of barren, wind shifted, sandy desert. The three were straggling along a rocky outcrop-where they rested from their exhaustion. The discovery of gold was accidental-a broken rock near the hand of one, the glint of yellow mental, now of such little value with their food and water gone. Then the rescue led by Dale and Richard. In that hour was formed, by the five, the circle of undying loyalty, sealed with suffering-greater than all obstacles. Then came the return to the city, the organization of the compa- nyg the men of wealth who would rob the five, partners now, of all their labor. At last the timely aid offered by the five girls of the old school. They are in a position to give financial aid and infiuence. They de- manded to be taken into the Loyalty Circle. Success, at last, comes to them all. The three who have loved meet to decide who shall go first to Jeanne Normand. Each wants to be the last, for love has changed-each has learned an age old'lesson-no love can endure that's based on desire for fame and wealth. They turn back to the ones who have proved themselves true friends-for nothing is greater than loyal friendship. For seven fast reels I loved and suffered, and fought and endured, with those ten friends of my youth. And I sighed happily as the last scene faded out, with the ten standing, hands clasped in the grip of the Circle, Yes, I said softly, Loyalty is best. Not only to the school we all loved so much, and to our friends, but to ourselves. For without loyalty to self we can not achieve the heights-we can never accom- plish that which we should. Loyalty -But some one was rudely shak- ing my arm. I turned, to see, indistinctly, an usher scowling at me. Come on, he growled, Wake Up! The show's been over for an hour. This isn't a hotel. I got to my feet and slowly walked to the street. My brain was in a whirl. Could it be real? Everything was so vividly portrayed, it surely was true. I sighed. True or not, one Word remained-Loyalty. In that magic scene all members of the class had proved them selves true to the teachings and principles of their school days. They were an honor to instructors in their loyalty to school, to friends, to self. A strange exaltation warmed my heart. The scene I had wit- nessed was merely a forecast of what the class would do in the future. The policeman at the corner gazed wonderingly at me as I strode past him, a smile upon my lips, my face uplifted toward the stars. ' . ,. Gregory '29 . ' McCoskey '29 .H I lil I fn..-.1 . ., - ff? 7 i' '-1 ' I wi . 1ify55f.M.iif' 3-.. --....--..- - ,... M ..-..--,,. hw, -,.1...,,, ,ggi . 1 .' Page seuezzfeen

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s,-'V ,., Y,' 2, rl - ij 3:A'!fl.?glj-gr-6,224 f When Class of ,29-gnmes Into Its Cwn The day's work had been hard. The cooling breeze of evening was dissipating the heat of the day and fanned my brow as I wondered aimlessly, hat in hand, along the city street. I did not know what to do. The wife and children were away for the hot summer months and I was alone. I strolled on down the street. A huge electric sign in the distance blinked and beckoned to me as I was drawn toward it. It was a movie palace de-luxe. I entered. The cool, clean air of the room was refreshing. I sank back into my seat with a sigh of content. The or- chestra lulled me into a delicious languor. In a few moments came the flash of the opening scene. A voice iloated across the air, and I was in another land-a land of bewildering adventure and bewitching re- ality. Amazed I rubbed my eyes and stared. The scene was in a garden -a beautiful garden. One could tell that it was southern California. Many people were there, walking along the flower-bordered paths or sitting at tables in shady nooks. But what surprised me most,-aston- ished me, was that I knew some of them. Dean Stewart, tall and grace- ful, was bowing over the hand of a beautiful woman. I didn't know her but I did know the two standing on either side. Helena Held, imp- ish and audacious, smiled at his manner. Elma Thomason, reserved and dignified, watched also. I had hardly made myself believe what I saw when I was surprised to behold two more couples join the group. Could it be possible that this dark haired beauty was Berniece McCos- key and this polished, aristocratic man at her side Fremont Conley? And there was Martha Gregory, her titian hair shining with a strangely dazzling luster, her hand resting gently on the arm of Dale Doty, whose judicial manner would, not permit him to unbend to any levity. Presently the crowd parted. At a little distance strolling slowly to- ward the central group came another surprise. Mary Margot Nehrig, tossing her curls light-heartedly, walking laughingly between tall, re- served Richard Rush, and Robert Painter, with the romantic looks and soulful eyes. The scene moved swiftly. Dean was in love with Jeanne Nor- mand. But so were Bob Painter and Fremont Conley. I watched them while they went through the vicissitudes of their love affairs-saw them, each one--sent out upon a quest of fame and fortune. Nor was I the only one who watched. Dale and Richard showed distinct dis- approval. Of the five girls I knew from old Williamsport High, some approved one suitor and some were for the others. Ultimately came the quest-the three going together after that e . v I-ff -- ,, H , . . . .. ,.........,..,.- -............,...,. .... . .... Y.-. i.....- .......-.....t: , 1. -' .. -ng 1 Page slbcteerz

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Last and Final Testament of Class of Twenty-nine We, the ten members of that august body, here-in-after referred to as Seniors, having premonitions that our time is short for this life, and having acquired, purloined, or bought certain properties and rights, do hereby expressly Will, bequeath, and humbly offer the fol- lovving to be held in high esteem by the receivers and to be used as their conscience dictates. To Mr. Leath, the Seniors will the opportunity of again sponsoring such as the class of twenty-nine with all their energy, sweet tempers, angelic characteristics, and talent. To Coach Van Scoyoc are willed thermometers, electric fans, win- dow sticks, the latest heat regulating device, or what 'have you, to be used exclusively in the history room. To Miss Pugh, the Senior girls will the sole right to collect com- pacts, combs, amorous epistles, and other articles having tendency toward false vanity. Helena Gentilla Held hereby Wills to Mr. Hurley a gross of ninth period slips to be used for Seniors only. Elma Thomason kindly offers a generous portion of her quiet Ways, modesty, and methodical habits to Nellie Smith. To Ralph Strickland, Dean Stewart leaves his winning ways with the fairer portion of the student body, together with any old notebooks or equipment apt to be useful to said party. To all undergraduates who desire the same, Dale M. Doty gen- erously gives a free sample of the ointment used to cultivate his cocky Page ezyhieen