Winamac High School - Totem Yearbook (Winamac, IN)

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THE TOTEM Ruth Stipp— The Dnnger of High School Fraternities. ' ' Phalla Riggs— The Literature of Indiana. Opal Taylor — Lack of Prepar- ation for High School. Eula Ross — Recent Air Naviga- tion. Myrtle Mitchell — Postal Savings Banks. Carrie Campbell — ' ' Domestic Sci- ence Taught in Public Schools. Sylvia Lowry— ' ' If I Had Aladdin ' s Lamp. ' ' Beatrice Morrison — ' ' Child Labor in the United States. Ralph Ewing — Growth and In- fluence of Advertising. James Falvey — ' The American Tramp. Anna Rohlof— Life of Roose- velt. Gertrude Gilsinger — Influence of Inventions on the Laboring Class in the Last Twenty Years. Waldemar Huddleston — Class History and Prophecy. GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. (In Memory of Class of 1911.) Some years ago, though days it seems, Found some few children then in their dreams. But as the years went fleeting on These same few children now have grown. Of course these children went to school And studying hard complied with rules And later tho ' they all did say They ' d thank these good old rules some day. For just as this big world has run So start these children just begun. From babes, to school then out to life Where does exist the worst of strife. Tis like some mountaineer begun To climb a mountain just for fun ; And half way up the mountainside A log lies o ' er a chasm wide. The day is warm, the sun shines bright, And so begins his task so light. But ah ! alas ! as night comes on This gloomy darkened chasm dawns. But no retreat can now be made And shall he cross it not afraid, To gain the height for which he strove Or will he fall to death below? Just as this man ' s success hangs now, So does this young class hang. For we are all like swimmers in the sea, Poised on the top of a huge wave of fate Which hangs uncertain to which side to fall; And whether it will heave us up to land Or whether it will roll us out to sea, We know not and no search will make us know, Only the event will teach us in its hour. Hello, Mr. Berry; this is Sara Dif- fugela.

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