Winslow High School - Eskimo Yearbook (Winslow, IN)

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1920 CHAMPION 1920 Uhr Snphnmnrea nf M. E. Sf. We, the Sophomores of W. H. S., The best class of all the rest. With Harmeyer and Beadles as our teachers, Both of whom will make good preachers. For they get practice pounding away, Trying to make us see their way. Miss McKedy, our teacher of Music and Art, Put us to work right from the start. She had us so we could draw, or sing So loud, we make the assembly ring. Then she says, Now, now, put on the brake, Such an awful noise you Sophs do make. just eighteen in our class we have. We have an aim and are going ahead To make a new record for our school, ' And all become graduates of twenty-two. We have our share on the basketball team Which at the tourney our defeat did redeem. J. VINEYARD. Glnaata Here's a toast to our Old High That is always willing to dog And here's a toast to our teachers. For they are great helpers, too. Here's a toast to our D. S. girls, Who cook the good things to eat, And a toast to our Agriculture boys, Who are willing to raise our wheat. Here's a toast to the B. B. boys, Who are always doing their best, And here's a toast to the A. A., Who will help to do the rest. MILDRED H. POELEIN. His House Upon a Rock. 25

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1920 CHAMPION 1920 Zliarnnrll Qllaaa In our class of happy song, We must all say, So long, For we all will do our best, p Let the teachers do the rest. Seems to me, somehow today, That our class someday will say, I remember, nineteen twenty, I remember, problems, plenty. I remember johnson, too, How he scolded me, how true. How the class and I would say, Quarrel, Mr. johnson, Mr. j. Now today my dreams are dying, Into life I am a-flying, When the day comes for good bye, We can think how moments fly. My classmates are my all in all, We are in it if we're small. Somehow today, I'd like to say I will graduate some day. So farewell, teachers, farewell to you, Good luck for class, and teachers, too. All my intentions they are so true And sweet remembrance we have for you. BERNICE WHITMAN. Beadles-Let me give you a piece of advice. James-What's the matter with it? There was a young man-I will not say who, Who had so many girls he didn't know what to do. He took one a ride in his Chalmers Four, And wondered why the rest were sore. Mr. Beadles Qin Geography, talking about cropsj- Now, Anna, you tell us what kind of 'corn' you would prefer if you had your choice ? Anna- O, I'd prefer early QErleJ Corn, was the prompt reply. Lester-ffl wonder why Mr. Loeser puts all his savings under his pillow at night ? Ward- I suppose he wants people to know he has money enough to retire on. Peg Evans came back from a basketball game, badly bruised up and two teeth knocked out. Marguerite fseeing himj- Did you let a little dirty, dried up fellow treat you that way . Peg- Sh-sh, don't speak disrespectfully of the dead. Is Like a Man Who Wisely Built 24

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l920 CHAMPION 1990 . Blnllg 3Iuninra nf 19211 We are the juniors of nineteen and twenty, There was never a class so jolly and funny, Our class consists of thirteen in number, So bright are we, we never make a blunder. But sometimes in Geom., Mr. Loeser will say, You people haven't your lessons today. Then we set our brains to working, And before long he knows we're not shirking. Oh! Metca1f's English we all detest, And are always glad when Mr. Harmeyer says rest. But then we give speeches, and this we don't like, For we never expect to be orators of Pike. My! those questions, Mr. Harmeyer can ask, He must think we know everything of the past. But he always tells us, to do our best, This we do, and in the end, are well blessed. ln Geography we study all about the world, Mr. Beadles thinks he has a bunch of bright girls, Especially when he asks one to describe tornadoes, And she, half asleep, thinks he says torpedoes. Then we all laugh, and almost shout, I think Mr. Beadles feels like sending us out. We're always glad for Thursday afternoon to come, For then is the time we have more fun. lt's our music period and we don't have to study, All we have to do is sing and watch Miss IVlcKedy. For she tells us to watch her while we sing, So we will not get off onto some other strain. But she never allows talking or unnecessary noise, For she hasn't any sympathy for girls or for boys. Now it's time for the junior and Senior reception, Good things to eat of every description. . Pickles, sandwiches, ice cream and cake, just what we all love to partake. The teachers all think it a grand sight And say, Ml-lere's where we all shine tonight. But the time soon passes and we all must depart Each and every one very sad at heart. GLADYS E. SKINNE R 26