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Tbomas Abbott Mott
Superintendent of Public Schools
Kate Ferris Andrews
Principal of Shields High School
BoaRP of epcieaciOD
Albert H. Ahlbrand
R. J. Barbour
Gladys Hudson, '23.
CYRUS Holmes, Taney Town's big postmaster, leaned through the post-
master's window, talking to a small girl, Dodo, aged five, who was much
enthused about talking to Uncle Cy.
"Come, Dora. Come here at once," a woman's voice called sharply.
Almost before Cyrus Holmes realized it, the little visitor was whisked away
out of his sight by her mother, who never wanted Dodo to talk to Uncle Cy.
And Cyrus wondered.
At the supper table Cyrus wondered again. Mother was unusually quiet.
Even Bee, their youngest daughter, and the only one at home now, was silent,
although usually such a chatterbox. Soon the feeling that he was being watched
"What's the matter that Bee isn't going to the dance with Dan?" He
asked slowly, turning to his wife. "If it's the clothes, we'll manage that."
"It's not the clothes, but I think there's some trouble between Dan and
Bee," she stammered, and set hurriedly to picking up the dishes.
' Cyrus arose and ambled off to the barn, followed by Dickie, the ancient
spaniel. Amid the clutter of miniature houses, in his work room under the
rafters he began to think.
Once he had longed to be a great architect, so when the children came he
built doll houses for them. Gradually his children grew up and the little girls
of Taney Town all brought Uncle Cy bits of flowered silk and wall paper, lace
from candy boxes and the like, and adored him as he formed the tiny trifles
into lace curtains, and dimunitive upholstered chairs.
He especially adored all things Elizabethan, and occupied himself in copy-
ing in detail an Elizabethan banquet hall with it's great oak table, it's tapestries
and armor. .
Cyrus pressed Dickies head tightly between the palms of his hands, rose
and groped for the lantern near by. For a long time bending there in the
flickering light of the lantern, he worked in utter content at a morsel of difficult
Dan's voice carried to him from the gateway where he heard, "Why, your
father-". The words trailed off into nothingness. "If you won't understand
then— I won't go to the dance with you," he heard from Bee.
What ever the fault it was not Dan's, he thought, as he slipped into the
kitchen dour. Why had his name been mentioned in the talk at the gate?
The following day Miss Polly Primsall, who saw Cyrus dressing a little
colonial lady to rule over a colonial house (and which he had smuggled down
to the postoflice to work on during slack hours) declared, "It's wors'n Sam
Dean who knits. There's some sense in his knitting."
( V, who overheard the expression, knew she was comparing him to a man
who had a mind like a woman's. This contempt touched him in a raw spot.
The first real blow fell on the following morning, however, when Tom
Dillon, President of the Union Bank and the big political man of Taney Town,
quietly informed Cy that he was serving his last term as postmaster. Yet Cy
had been so faithful to his work, and moreover without a single complaint
Cyrus finished the morning routine and found himself alone in his own
barn loft. There was something back of it — Tom Dillon who had been a friend
from school days; and if Tom switched there was a reason. He had felt for
a wick as if something was working against him; as though the whole town
had a secret from which he alone was shut out.
Sitting there by the open window Cyrus heard voices and a sound like
falling pebbles. Mother and Bee were shelling peas on the back porch.
" It's been growing on him," sighed Mother, "But you are a foolish girl,
Bee. Dan's folks would get over it."
" 1 tell yon I can't do it. Dan is hard to manage, Mother. If I could only
"We've got to be careful, though. Dad mustn't suspect it. If we could
only get the play houses away from him, and get his mind on something else."
So that was it—. The meaning of the misunderstanding between Bee and
Dan. tin reason Dodo was no longer safe with him, and the reason he could no
longer be postmaster. They thought he, Cyrus Holmes was insane.
Hi- would show them. He would burn the doll houses, and stay home
nights, reading the newspaper as other men did. The people were fools, every
one "f them,
Ha.k at the postoffice he sat brooding over the little colonial house when
suddenly the door slammed and standing before him was a vision. A child
golden hau and shell-pink daintiness suggested a fairy princess done in
jrster-eoiora The child stood laughing up at Cyrus. She reminded him of
Dodo, Lot instead of being round like a gum drop, she was fragile like a rose
Petal, and he realised that her frock was unknown in the little town of Taney.
S\Kia. oh. Sylvia." called a woman's voice which Cyrus knew to be
Itrange. "Naughty girl," scolded the mother, "She runs away."
She took the child in her arms and inquired of Cyrus, "Is there a hotel
"Taney Town has one hotel," stammered Cyrus, "but who wants such a
fairy child as that to be taken to that dingy place? We have a spare room, so
come home with me."
' ' Hugh, dear, ' ' she said, wheeling to face the dark-skinned young man who
entered. "The postmaster says he's a spare room."
"It's mighty fine of you. My name's Laidlow — my wife and child."
' ' And I 'm Cyrus Holmes. ' '
Supper went well. Mr. and Mrs. Laidlow hailed from New York and were
jolly young people. Mrs. Laidlow and Mother talked of jams while Sylvia
played with Dickie. Cyrus, finding himself superfluous slipped away to the
loft when the meal was over.
Dickie padded after him, Sylvia trailing. On the threshold she caught her
breath. "Oh," she cried, dropping to the floor bfeore the little colonial house.
"Does Sylvia like it now?"
"But now, Uncle Cy's forgotten. We're going to make a bon-fire out of
this great big beautiful house. Sylvia can watch it burn."
"No." cried the child, stamping her foot. "No, Sylvia's house." And
suddenly bursting into tears she ran sobbing from the barn.
Cyrus was still standing helpless when she returned dragging her mother
with her. "Why, it's colonial. Even the spinning wheel," exclaimed Mrs.
Laidlow. Her glance leapt from one house to another.
"Claire's crazy over colonial stuff," her husband remarked coming in.
"You've struck her hobby. She haunts unique places."
"But you've struck something else," he said, eyes narrowing. I sold a doll
house to a wealthy customer last Christmas for a hundred and fifty dollars.
I'm in the business, and if I had a couple of these for window features — "
"Down here in a little town like this, when he's so marvelous. Why, Hugh,
it isn't right. Anyone who can design things like this ought to do something
big, Mr. Holmes."
"I was going to, once." Cyrus' eyes were vague like an old man's "but
I been building doll houses so long, I doubt if I could ever do anything else."
"Bosh," cut in the younger man. "The value of the things is in the
uniqueness. ' '
Later mother found an envelope in the house containing fifty dollars from
Mrs. Laidlow for the doll house.
"Seems like robbery," said Cy, "but I guess Mr. Laidlow knows. Here
Bee, take this money and go to the dance tonight, will you?".
His daughter stared at the money in bewilderment; then took the note
from her mother's hand and read it twice.
( , n a September morning two months later, Cyrus sat in the postoffice and re-
read the amazing article on "Uncle Cy-The Man Who Builds Doll Houses
Tme, it was only a little "People Who Are Doing Curious Things article
■queered into a half a page; but the magazine was very prominent.
Even Tom Dillon was urging Cy to start his bank account with the Union
Hank, for, he pointed out to Cy, that so much money left around the house
might be stolen.
• ■ Wt-11. I might consider giving Bee the position she wanted," laughed
■So, she and Dan are going to be married, I think," replied Cy.
"I see," twinkled Dillon, "and I can't say I'm surprised."
Tom left ( !y in a splendid stupor which he came out of to find Dodo's small
fae tilted toward him. His heart fell— she covered her face with a tiny hand
as if in fear. But wait— she was peeping at him through spreading fingers,
laughing. Cyrus was only conscious of the smiling neighbors as he swung her
Dp to the window ledge.
"Could Uncle Cy use pretty stones that Dodo finds, could he?" she asked,
patting his cheek.
"Pretty stones?" His hand clasped over her sticky fists. "Why Uncle
Cy could use pretty stones any number of ways."
a sap rfiLe
small round hole, a little mouse,
The mouse creeps from, his tiny house.
A square steel trap with grim aspect,
Has many a mouse's family wrecked.
Within the trap the mousie sees
A golden, luscious piece of cheese.
The mousie doubts, yet tempted feels,
And toward that piece of cheese he steals.
A frightened squeak, a sinister snap,
And mousie 's caught in the cruel trap.
So h t me then the moral map,
Where there it cheese, beware the trap!
Francis Eu Daly, '23.
THE sun is sinking in the west,
The day is done.
The birds fly homeward to their nests,
The whole wide world is seeking rest,
Low sinks the sun.
The last light zephyr has gasped out,
Night's mantle falls,
The blundering beetle drones about,
The cock gives out a final shout,
The night wind calls.
The bull-frog in the marsh below
Begins his song,
The robin in the dark hedge-row
Sings sleepily. The fireflies glow,
Shadows are long.
The first faint star turns up it's light
And twinkles clear,
The faithful watchman of the night.
Above all, God, who guides aright
Till day appear.
know of one who has no care
His joy is free for all,
He travels miles without a fare
Singing his song for all.
With freedom from the world he sings
His little song so true,
Indeed, 'tis happiness that brings
The little bird of blue.
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Franklin Swain, '23.
DISK was settling over the city when two gentlmen seated themselves near
the open grate fire in a private room of the most exclusive men's club
in New York. One, whom we shall call The Man, was rather tall and
well bllilt with dark hair, faintly tinged with gray. The man's features were
not of unusual type except that there was a long white scar under his chin
running all the way across, but scarcely noticeable unless his head was thrown
backward. The other was The Cynic, who was slightly shorter and who looked
to be forty years old, about the same age of his companion. Both wore evening
elothee and both looked to be successful.
The Cynic leaned forward and stirred the dying embers of the fire, which
immediately blazed forth, sending a shower of sparks which shot upward for a
fraction of a moment, then died again.
"How like a dormant being who receives an inspirational stirring up and
blazes forth with all the fire and energy of youth, only to die out from lack of
repeated encouragement," observed the Man.
"True indeed, my friend," was the Cynic's rejoining answer.
The fire was the only means of illumination in the room and it cast strange
grotetqne yd beautiful flickering shadows on the walls and ceiling. Neither
■poke for several minutes, but were engrossed in the fantastic figures made by
the tongues of flame as now and then they leaped up, only to vanish again.
"I must thank you kindly for the gracious hospitality tendered me by your
dab, while I am in your city," said the Man.
"Pleaee do not mention it. 'Birds of a feather, '—you know. We are both
led in steel. But let us make the best of the passing time. Pardon my
forgetfulnea, but you arc leaving ?"
\t eight o'dock. We haven't long," said the Man.
They both lapsed into a reverie, gazing into the fire. Finally, the Cynic
Moil the silence.
I his || a world of misdemeanor, penitence and forgiveness, is it not?"
" Ah ! Perhaps you are thinking of the Governor's pardon to James Ruskin,
''Exactly. I do not approve of giving pardons as Christmas gifts to world-
renowned law-breakers," said the Cynic.
"Perhaps it is for the best. He might 'go straight' as they say."
"Bah! He might discover a fifth dimension, but — ah, quite improbable,
"Pardon my frankness, my gracious host, but you are a bit, ah — cynical,
are you not? Will you try one?" the man asked, extending a case of cigars.
"Thank you. No, I believe a man cannot be changed morally after his
twentieth year. I base my statements upon statistics. In their parlance, 'Once
a crook, always a crook'."
"Then perhaps you would care to listen to an interesting little story, at
least it seems so to me," said the Man.
' ' Certainly, if you please. ' '
"The Man lighted his cigar, expelled the smoke, and began:
"It was fifteen years ago. I was acquainted with a young man, very well
acquainted, in fact, with this man who had nothing in the world to worry about.
His father had died, leaving him a small fortune in some mining stock in Chile.
He 'lived high' until one day there came a sharp decline and the bottom dropped
out of his stock. He was left penniless and without vocational training of
any kind. He sought work but in vain. His reputation had been that of a
spendthrift, an idler, and so he tried the more questionable means. Newspapers
of his town, for the next few months carried accounts of small burglaries and
thefts, person or persons implicated unknown. There came a larger attempt.
This boy next tried to rob the offices of a large steel foundry in a town of about
sixty thousand. Would that God might have put this incident in his path
sooner. He gained entrance to the building and knelt in front of the safe.
After repeated attempts at the dial failed to open the heavy door, he became
less cautious. One can imagine his surprise and dismay, when, upon seeing the
lights turned on, he wheeled about and found the night-watchman staring
mildly at him.
" 'I imagine that is nerve racking work,' said the watchman. The boy
was speechless with fright."
Here the Man leaned forward and nicked the ashes in the glowing embers
of the fire. Had he chanced to glance at the Cynic he would have seen him
lean forward with an expression of incredulity on his face.
' ' The boy seemed to realize his position and sat down limply in a chair.
" 'My God! why am I doing this?' he cried."
" 'Yes, why are you doing this?' the watchman said quietly. He crossed
to the chair and placed his hand on the boy's back."
" 'This is an embarrassing position,' he continued, 'but you are young; you
have the world before you, and forty years possibly in which to atone and
counteract. My boy, it docs not pay.' "
"There followed a silence, as still as death, in which the office clock could
be beard as though it were measuring off the centuries of eternity. Then the
watchman fumbled in his pocket, brought forth a crumpled bill and extended
it to the boy. He looked up in surprise."
• Take it, son,' said the watchman, 'and go East or West for a fresh
<< ' Why— I— y-you— I couldn't take it.' "
" 'Consider it as a trade, then. I'll give you ten dollars for your lantern.'
The boy arose unsteadily and extended his hand. The watchman grasped it
and removed his hat." Here the Man glanced at his watch, then continued,
"Together they passed out the door into the dark street." The Man arose and
.1 to his hat and coat.
"It is getting late. My train leaves shortly but I will finish hurriedly. The
last thing the watchman said was, 'Try it all over again, my boy. Life is
beautiful if it is seen from the right side, and remember, a good name is the
most valuable asset a man may have.' The boy promised the watchman he
would try to succeed and he has. There, my friend, are you convinced?"
"I am. And I see you have become a success." The Cynic rose while the
Man whirled around, facing him, and continued, "I was the night watchman
Keith Brackemyre, '23.
SAW a cow slip through the fence
A horse fly in the store;
I saw a board walk up the street,
A stone step by the door.
I saw a mill race up the road,
Morning break the gloom;
I saw a night fall on the lawn,
A clock run in the room.
I saw a peanut stand up high,
A sardine box in town;
I saw a bed spring at the gate,
An ink stand on the ground.
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Osborne Fisciibach, '23.
HE setting sun with wistful glow
Shines o'er the the ivy-covered wall —
It's last faint gleams in glory fall
Through a small chink into a cell
Of Brother Ambrose deep immersed
The which he oft rehearsed.
And as the holy man turned o'er
The beads with many an ave
And trembling pater noster grave,
The last dim tokens of the day
Shone on his old and seamed face
And piercing eyes —
He seemed as in a hallowed place.
And now the cloister bell peals forth,
Ah! Tintinabulum so clear,
So free, so bright, and yet so drear.
Whence thy power o'er mind and heart
To sorely try — exhilirate
Thy limpid tones reverberate.
Faster and faster falls nocturnal gloom;
The strident frog begins to sing,
The cricket green virbates its wing,
And other sounds of like import
Re-echo through the sultry night,
And such a night!
By angels, spirits, genii bedight.
"Clink, clank'"' the weighty gates are heaving to —
The porter's light weaves in and out
As to his cot he takes his route.
Hush! All is still! All'd quiet!
Within the hall the brothers all
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Edith Zimmerman, '23.
HIS name was Son. There wouldn't be any better and bigger name for a
four-year-old. His mother was a little woman with a disposition of
captivating exactness. Yes, her son was just like her.
was well liked by his grandparents, and uncle and aunts, and could
have bad as many homes as he desired. First of all there was the home of his
mother and father. Then that of his grandmother Perkins' home and his grand-
Diother Bolliater'8 home. But the first and second were the ones he liked best.
Mother, auntie and all the grandparents thought Son as nearly perfect as a
child could be. Only his father was not satisfied with the perfection, and at
times would grumble thus:
•• I tell you Betsy, he's too good to be true. You take a thing from him —
does he howl I No. It isn't natural. Now I ask you, what kind of a man is
he going to make, it* he fails to develop some spunk?"
"Wait," was always Betsy's answer. "You forget because he is so big
thai ho is only a four-year-old."
"Yes, but a four-year-old who wears a six-year-old suit isn't a baby,"
Son wasn't like the other boys of the neighborhood. For whenever other
boys plucked a flower Son would do his best at repairing their damage by
Son's father was a college man even if at times he alluded to his son as
a "mush head."
When Son's Aunt Margaret wrote letters sending him kisses of crosses, he
would counl them carefully and slip them into his pocket and keep them until
a time came f<> redeem them.
" ^ -mi can'1 beal him at a love game," his father exploded contemptuously
MM Sunday morning after he had come upon Son searching the hamper of
soiled clothes for the discarded suit of the day before.
"Mj Aunt Marg's tisscs," Son explained as he fished the kisses out and
I"" them in the pockel of the white linen suit he had on.
"Mush head," commented his father. His Auntie Marg was coming that
md Su„ W as going out to watch for her. So he went forth— wide blue
eontented eyes beneath a crop of curly yellow hair.
•"• reached the street he came upon six-year-old Ted Jones, the bully
red s mother had just been disciplining him by making him
• little sister's shoes, and help his little brother into his clothes. By
revenge, Ped was kicking the tree in front of Son's house with all his
might and main, there being in sight no living thing with which he could
pick a fight.
"Hello, Ted," Son said in his genial manner. Ted gave the tree an even
more vicious kick. Ted looked at Son's satiny legs as if he were wishing that
they stood where the tree did.
"You waitin' to see Auntie Marg come?" beamed Son.
"Shut up," came from the other.
"My Auntie is coming." He smiled unconcernedly and was turning away
when fate took a hand.
Inside Son's pocket his hand was closed over those kisses. He brought
them forth and displayed them proudly.
"See my Auntie Marg's tisses, Ted? See, one, two, three, four, five."
Ted spat contemptuously on the ground. "Who cares for your Aunt
Marg?" he growled. Then with a quick ugliness he snatched the paper from
Son's hand and tore it into bits and scattered it to the winds. After which he
looked at Son with the expression "Well, what are you going to do about it?"
At first Son's lip quivered, then something inside him began to boil. Next
his hands were clenched and he shot forward like a shot.
It was a whirlwind fight while it lasted. The two figures seemed as one.
Now they were down, rolling, striking.
From a window two people were watching. They had seen the start. As
they watched Betsy rung her hands and wept, Avhile her husband held her
with a merciless grip from interference.
"Let him finish, let him finish."
"He'll be killed," sobbed Betsy. "Oh, let me go."
"Ted's going home," said father.
Son brushed a hand across his eyes. There was a scratch across his cheek
and a growing bump on his forehead, and his white linen suit was dirty. But
Son w r asn't thinking of himself. With careful diligence he was gathering up
the scraps of the precious paper. Then he made for the house and came in.
"He tore up my Auntie Marg's tisses. That's why I fought him."
Son's father coughed as he realized that Son knew that he had done some-
thing wrong. It was up to him to give the child a lecture. But how could he
when he was filled with the keenest satisfaction? Then noticing that Son and
mother were rushing into each other's arms, he quietly loft the room.
Outside the door he said to himself, "He's my son, all right, but who would
have thought that of him." Then he laughed and taking his hat slipped
if? cm aiomirn
HE afternoon light is fast fading
As the sun
Anxious to reach his destination beyond
Hastens with increased speed
The western sky is ablaze with glory,
And the waning light of the sun gradually
Blends with the marvelous rainbow
Of the sunset and is at last lost
In the glorified heavens,
And it is dusk.
A soft brooding peace falls over the world,
And silence, like a winged messenger from the sky
Steals over the earth.
It envelopes the most remote corners,
And all is still
Save for the gentle cooing of the turtle-dove,
The subdued sounds of crickets,
And a few last sleepy chirps of birds hardly awake.
A gray cloud gently enfolds
The silent world,
For a few moments it remains
Then comes the night like a peaceful
Angel of Rest
And the moon like a guardian angel.
The little stars twinkle cheerfully
And rival the village lights
Then the lights disappear
But the stars remain
And the moon sheds her benign brilliance
( hrer all.
And the world sleeps.
WHflc po coe speaK ?
HAT do we speak as the days roll by,
To sing and smile or to pout and cry?
Do we do our share in a great big way
Do we work or wait, do we hope and pray?
For the days speed by on rapid wing
What do we speak, what do we sing?
What shall we dream as the days roll on,
The dreams that count and are fresh and high •
The dreams that shall live in a lovely creed
The dreams that shall end in a noble deed?
For dreams live on till they mount the sky.
What shall we dream as the days go by?
What will we speak as the days go by?
The words of truth, or the words that lie?
The words that sting and that carry tears,
Or the word that comforts, the word that cheers'
For words are things that cannot die.
What shall we speak as the days go by I
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George Wilson, '23.
IN a small, tumbled down house on a narrow, dirty street in Petrograd lived
an old cobbler. He was so old that even grandmothers called him uncle.
He was at peace with the world now, for he had come to regard his fellow
men as little children, who make little, playful mistakes, but who are usually
good at heart.
He was bent over his last pair of shoes that night, for it was Christmas Eve,
and he had some work to do before he went to his little bed to sleep.
Upon finishing his work, he arose and crossed over to the fireside. There
he sat and read the only text-book he had, the Bible.
He read of the birth of Christ, and of all the humility which accompanied
Him into the world.
As he read on, he became more reconciled to his own condition in life. He
began to realize that humbleness is a real blessing and not a curse; that meek-
Q( -^ is not to be scoffed at, nor lowliness to be spurned.
When he stopped reading, he sat in his chair a long time dreaming.
Jt was Christmas day, a typical Christmas — everything was covered with
snow and it was bitter cold. As he climbed out of bed, he heard the chimes of
the cathedral ringing. They seemed to say, "Christ has come! Christ has come!"
As he heard them he thought, "How wonderful it would be if Christ would
come, if He would come to my house."
•Inst then a knock came at his door. He immediately left off preparing
his breakfast and opened the door. There before him stood a dirty, hungry boy.
".Mister, may I come in and get warm, I'm so cold?"
Th<' heartstrings of the old cobbler were touched, and he ushered the boy
into the room with, "Of course you can. Of course you can."
II. took him in, warmed and fed him, and then set him down to talk.
" You, sec, Sir," the boy said, "I haven't any home, or father or mother. I
ini tin only one left of our family. The rest were all killed by the Anarchists."
Presently the boy made preparations fo leaving. The old man, perceiving
this, said, "Won't yon stay with me over the Christmas day, my son, and we
will be happy and worship together?"
On,, look out through the flying snow decided the boy.
"I 11 stay, but I can never thank you for all that you have done for me."
A little before noon another knock came at the door. When the door was
opened a poor, ragged mother carrying an infant was standing on the threshold.
Have yon anything 1 can eat?" she asked, "I have not eaten for so long
thai I cannot remember the last meal."
As the old cobbler sat and watched the woman and boy eat, he could not
help but feel compassion toward them.
He thought of his own boy, now buried in the graveyard close by the greal
cathedral. He thought of his mother, his father, and his dear, loving wife
they were all side by side now, and he would soon join them.
When he saw how much he could do for a few of these wandering peasants
his heart was sore because he could not do more. He could not understand hov
any good God could look down unmoved and see His children suffer and die,
When the meal was over the mother rose to go.
"No, no, Dear Lady, I want you to stay and enjoy the warmth and Christ-
mas spirit with the boy and me."
All afternoon they talked and read. The woman, he found, was well edu-
cated, despite her poor and impoverished condition. The story she told was
pitiful in the extreme. She had been the wife of a rich merchant, and the
mother of a healthy, happy family. When the war came, her husband sold the
business and left her the money. He went to war and was killed. Then, when
the Radicals came into power, they seized all her possessions, gave her to an
officer in the Bolshevik army, took her daughters to the auction block, and
killed her soils, who had resisted them. She had escaped her martial husband,
and had been wandering in the streets of the city for days with her little babe
in her arms.
As she finished her story, the old cobbler got up from his chair and went
over to the fire to replenish it. He remembered that he had fixed the fire before
she had commenced her story, but he had to do something to hid his emotions.
He could hardly believe that he had been living in peaee and comparative pros-
perity, while all around him was suffering and the commission of horrible crimes.
Now 7 as he looked upon this poor, outcast mother and this poof, destitute
orphan, he thought again of all the unnecessary misery which men and women,
seemingly, have to suffer.
"I am an old man, a very old man, yet I can make enough to keep us all.
if you will stay here with me. ' '
The mother looked at him dumbfounded. She could not believe her ears.
She could not believe that so much good could exist in the world, and where it
could be expected least — in the heart of a great city, which was the headquarters
of the most brutual organization that man could devise.
"Well — " she stopped, for her heart was too full for speech. "I have
looked long for a place to stay."
"Oh, that's all right, we can get along nicely," he said, "I have long
needed a housekeeper, and I really need a boy to run errands for me."
That night, after he had found room for all of them, he pulled his chair up
before the fire. As he was sitting drowsily thinking of the day's adventure, a
man stepped before him.
He Looked at him wonderingly. The door was closed and barred. How
could anyone have gotten in without being heard? Then the man spoke. His
countenance was all aflame.
" I know all you have done today. I heard you wish that Christ would come
into y..iir home. Three times today He has come: first, when you took in the
hungering, shivering boy; second, when you fed and warmed the mother and
her child; third when you asked them to remain with you and live. Good, as
well w evil has its reward. You have won yours. I have come from my Father
t<< bring you a message of love, for He has also seen the good works that you
have done, and He bids me tell you that God is always with His children, and
in an hour of trial you should not doubt, for He has placed such good people
in the world as you, to do His good work for Him."
As the Vision vanished the old cobbler awoke. He rose and went to the
window — the dawn of Christmas Day was breaking.
My, my, I must have slept the whole night through."
Norma Barkman, '23.
*M thinking of something more precious than gold,
More precious than honor or fame,
Tifl worth more than the wealth of the world, all told,
Tli is something. Can you guess it's name?
Without it you're sad and growly,
Hut with it you're glad and jolly;
And though 'tis more precious than gold
11 can neither be bought or sold.
It tights up the homliest face
Willi a joy that is hard to believe
It lends you both beauty and grace,
And helps you forget to grieve.
Haven't you guessed it yet
This riddle? 'Tis plain as it can be.
Come now, won't you confess?
It's happiness. Can't you see?
O your best, your very best,
And do it every day;
Little girls and little boys,
That is the wisest way.
What ever work comes to your hand.
At home or at your school ;
Do your best with right good will,
It is a golden rule.
For he who always does his best,
Will ever better grow ;
But he who shirks or slights his task,
Lets all the better go.
What if your lessons should be hard?
You need not yield to sorrow ;
For he who bravely works to-day,
More brightly greets each 'morrow.
Lois Ashley, 7A.
HAVE a lovely maltese cat,
Katsumi is her name.
Oft has she killed the wicked rat;
Known far and wide her fame.
She runs and jumps and purrs and plays,
She eats and sleeps and doses;
She has such very cunning ways,
She's just as sweet as roses.
When I go out to take a walk
That cat is sure to follow ;
It does no good at all to talk,
She comes o'er hill and hollow.
When I grow old and weak and gray,
May I have friends as true;
Who in joy or sorrow shall stay
Katsumi, staunch as you.
Cliffton Fischbach, '23.
WAKE!" The Father calls in youth,
In. early youth to man,
"Make use of bright 'ning day, for yet
Life's but a narrow span."
"Arise!" The summons strong we hear,
Reluctant we arise,
Responding to the oft heard call,
"Go where your labor lies."
"Rest Thou!" The Father's voice is kind,
When dusk falls all around,
"In sleep forget thy toils and cares,
In slumber, sweet, profound."
"Come Home!" The thread of life is snapped,
The Eve of life has come,
Freed from all the cares of life,
Our Father takes us home.
Editor-in-4 Ihief Francis EuDaly
Assistant Editor Lois Hall
Business Manager Ruth Humes
.Wi„:,„. Busi,,,,, .Managers |2SlEoE
Athletic Editor Franklin Swain
( lass Editors — Literary Editors —
Florence Blain Mildred Glasson
Eugene Wright Beryl Shields
Ruth Blumer Norma Barkman
Alice Cobb Thelma Bell
Louise Freeland Hubert Hedges
Dorothy Hauenschtld Osborne Fischbach
Faculty Advisor Kate Andrews
Faculty Art Editor Eva Sinclair
Faculty Literary Editor Mina McHenry
Francis EuDaly, '23.
Fifty years ago, in the east part of the city, stood a small, two-story frame
structure. It was the first school building in Seymour. Only the oldest residents
can remember the time when as happy children, they went to school here.
Established when Seymour was quite young, it naturally had a small enrollment.
Later when Seymour began to increase in population the old building was
vacated and a larger one built on the site of the present building. It was of
red brick, and was set in the midst of grounds, occupying the whole of a city
block. Immediately in front of the building was a large space paved with brick,
from which led the walk to the street. The grounds were surrounded by an old
fashioned board fence, within the confines of which, filling all of the space not
occupied by the building, were immense trees. Here, in the delightful shade of
these beautiful beeches the children played.
Later, as the school outgrew that building, an addition was made on the
south side. This building most of our present residents remember.
In 1910 it was condemned as unsafe and razed for the erection of a com-
pletely equipped modern brick building. The greater portion of the trees sur-
rounding the building was cut down, and the rear part of the lot converted into
a playground. The front part of the lot was made into an attractive lawn, one
of the most beautiful in Indiana.
Until February of 1923, the High School and grades were in the same
building; but the enrollment in the High School has increased so steadily thai
changes were inevitable. Accordingly, plans were drawn up for a modern addi-
tion, in which there would be a large auditorium suitable for public meetings,
for basketball, and other gymnastics, as well as class rooms for the accommoda-
tion of the grades. This building was completed in 1923. Now the High School
occupys the whole of the older building, while the grades arc housed in the new
From a study of the evolution of our present school building a very good
idea can be gained of the marvelous growth that the schools of the city of Sey-
mour have enjoyed. To-day, the High School is a complete and thoroughly
organized institution, which has a reputation for turning out well-educated, pro-
gressive students, the greater majority of whom have made a success in busi-
ness, social and civic life, and have revealed the value to Seymour of her fine
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Of all the varities of apples, I think
the Baldwin is best.
Best in the long run.
"Brevity, here is thy counterpart."
"I'd pick a Hudson every time.
Straight is the line of duty,
Curved is the line of beauty,
Follow the straight line, then shall see
The curved line will ever follow thee.
He was the mildest-mannered man
that ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
A nobler yearning never broke her rest,
Than but to dance and sing, be gaily
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"If wisdom's ways you wisely seek,
This rule observe with care,
Take Norma for your trusted guide
And you'll never know despair."
How much wood would a woodpecker
If he sat on the head of our dear friend
T helm a Bell
"You've got to see Mama every night
or you can't see Mama at all."
I care for nobody,
No, not I.
The only exception to any rule
Is the one who follows it.
.) \mes Black
Woman-hater who quotes Shakespeare.
"I'll go home this way because no girls
live on this street."
Kieth believes that "A revolving frag-
ment of the Paleozoic age collects no
"Chad" is a silent member of the
"Bone-dust Twins Corporation."
"Slim" and his car are always popular.
Tall of stature
Light of hair,
Eyes of blue,
"Hear council, and receive instruction,
That thou mays't be wise in the end."
She's beautiful, and therefore to be
She is a woman, therefore to be icon.
"A mouthful of sarcasm, and very
"Better to wear out than to rust out.
( 'UIFTON FlSCHBACH
When the radio bug bit Tippie,
It really made him go quite dippy.
"Thy modesty's a candle to thy merit.
"Even if the boys are a nuisance, we
couldn't get along without them."
"A word to the wise is sufficient."
"Lend even/ man thy ear but few thy
A living proof Unit you can't tarrn
"// you wish to preservi your sard
wrap it up in frankn*
Wanted— A .shin girl by a rave man.
Apply in person.
"Jake's" opinion carries weight.
"0 what a pal was Mary.
" 'Tis as well to be out of the world as
out of fashion."
Minnie Mae Helt
"Great things through greatest hazards
are attained, and then they shine."
A wily fish. You can't string him.
Mr. Kutt Honan, Esq. A. B., S. 0. 8.,
B. V. D., P. D. Q., R. S. V. P.
A small voice but a mighty num.
''Peg" drives the noon taxi. Eh, Glazt .'
"Man is a creature of a wilful head,
And hardly driven is, but easily led."
"One man amony a thousand have I
"Toots" has his way with, everything
but the ladies.
The "Shiek" of Seymour.
"There's scarce a case comes in but you
shall find a woman at the bottom."
The course of true love never did run
"Find me a reasonable lover against his
weight in gold."
M \i:v J (TDD
Mary always likes green things, especi-
''Days may come and days may go, but
I rave on forever."
A kind and gentle heart she has,
To comfort friends and foes,
She tells the whole wide world her joys,
But not a soul her woes.
Like Quebec she is stationed on a bluff.
How ya gonna keep 'im down on th'
farm after he's seen Purdut .'
"I myself must mix with action
Lest I wither by despair."
<W<^Mw 6 -;?zi
"What's the good of living if we can't
enjoy our selves ?"
His name may be "Squirrely," but he
doesn't like nuts.
Bill says "It's easy enough to attract
the girls if you know how to work
"If work interferes with pleasure, give
Harold Mis \ more
We will miss "Missy" most ivJien our
opponents get some points ahead.
Maurice left us just in time to lose
"Knowledge is easy to him who hath
"Be wiser than other people if you
can; but do not tell them so."
"Everything unknown is taken to be
Enthusiastic member of the Bachelors'
He has to get out and get under.
Like a Dago, "Lick-Skillet" will play
if there is a monkey to dance.
Long, lean, lanky Russell,
Don't work and won't hustle.
She speaks not because she has to say
something, but because she has some-
thing to say.
A very quiet girl, but just get her
"For John's sake, give me a man who
has brains enough to make a fool of
Pep — bushels of it — and the right kind.
Talk what you will of taste, my friend,
Two of a face as soon as of a mind.
"I want a Hall in my house."
"Look before you ere you leap;
For as you soic you're like to reap.
"For lie's a jolly good fellow —
which nobody can deny."
"Twinkle, twinkle, little Star,
What a wonder car you are!
This time you are Cupid's car,
When Flo and Glenn out riding are."
"My thoughts by night are often filled
With visions false as fair,
For in the past alone, I build
My castles in the air."
George was a man till Cupid got after
"0 teach me how to look; and with
I can sway the motion of some fellow's
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I ETHA DOWNEY
MARY FIT TIG
JOHN HENRY FORWAY
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I 1 1 EL MA HUDSON
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ALMA BELLE CHARLES
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I OUISE FREELAND
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I.OTTA MAY GOBLE
JENNIE MAE LAHNE
WILBUR PHILL T PS
JYJDIOK HIGH SCHOOL
MARY BARK MAN
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7- A CLASS
BRYAN DO ['GLASS
EDWARD KK\ i: \L
EDNA RE'S Nl ILDS
L< IRENE Kll. >]
LOUIS SCHRA] >EP.
ALBERT T( IBORG
JOHN WAR H
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MARTHA WOOD \RD
HELEN « >WENS
MILDREI > STARK
HAROLD S'l BPLER
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MARGARET PI" KERRELL
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HIGH SCHOOL OReH£5CR3
Lena (Jnderduck, Flynnville's police force Kingsley Brinklow
Teckley Bramble, best checker player in town Cletis Mackey
Arabella Wilkins, the village post-mistress Louise Carter
Jimmy Stanton, rich in love, but poor in fact Lynn Cordes
Flossie Neverset, who vamps and dances Ruth Christie
Kathleen, Michael's niece and ward Elsie Reynolds
Michael Flynn, Flynnville's wealthiest citizen Arthur Wilde
Sans Swindler, proprietor of the General Store George McLaughlin
Ned RollingBton, with a college education Leland Bridges
Biggins, the butler Sim Turmail
La«sies, Villagers, Tennis Girls, Every Toad, Shy Maids, By Hecks, Guest
Girls, Dance My Lady, Dance-O-Mania.
B CflLOR-CWDe com
Mr. Huber George Wilson
Mr. Rowland Harold Ahlbrand
Peter James Hon an
Dr. Sonntag Cliffton Fischbach
Tanva Huber Ruth Humes
John Paul Bart Franklin Sw u n
Pomeroy Glenn Utterback
Mrs. Stanlaw Lydi a Kk i
Mr. Stanlaw Robert McCord
Corinne Stanlaw Gladys Hudson
Dorothv Elva Carter
Bobby Westlake Hugh Andri w s
Mr. Fleming Martin Bun m r
Mr. Crane Charles Li n a
Mr. Carroll Kenneth Gossett
Mrs. Fitzmorris Ethel I"
Mr. Fitzmorris Hollis Hooker
Mrs. Kitty Dupuy Opal Baldwin
Bessie Dupuy Thelma Bell
Mr. Jellicott Harold Mis ucokz
Abraham Nathan Osborne FlSCHBACH
Miss Shavne Dorothy M tHOUil v
Mr. Grayson \™ uv J 1 SSI ' '
Mr. Whitcomb J AMFS B, ^ CK
Mr. Cain HoWARn * ™
Mr. Russell Arthur I eckrr
Mr. Flynn X^™ ?* «™
Wheating Wni,lR BaLDWIM
Waiters— Ernest Herring, Harden Hancock, Kieth Brackemyre.
Couples at Reception— Charles Linke, Earl Thompson, Earl McCann, Carl Buhner, ^anc,<
Richart, Charles Ross, Nellie Pease, Veneda Moore, Erma Stark, KIma Mark.
Lillian Buhner, Vera Lockmund, Mary Louise White.
trie CHflBCD SCHOOL
Austin Bevans Lewis Adams
David Mackenzie Charles Keach
George Boyd Raymond Blumer
Jim Simpkins Jarvis Hyatt
Tim Simpkins Hubert Hedges
Homer Johns Maurice Haper
Elise Benedotti Pearl Banta
Miss Hays Dorothy Story
Miss Curtis Esther Heiwig
Sally Boyd Gladys Hopple
Mum 1 Doughty Ruby Montgomery
Ethel Spelvin Norma Barkman
Mix Mercier Florence Blain
Lillian Stafford Catherine James
Madge Kknt Eunice Alexander
« haHotte Grey Marian Simon
THE YOUNG LADIES OF THE SCHOOL
1 ),,lsi( -' Lois Hall
1 ,!n: ' Eva Hein
c '' a Elizabeth James
,r(t Inez Beukman
M;,rv Edna Biddle
' " " rU(ic Mary Johnson
Ruth Mary Judd
tglj ^rljnnl Alumni
Forty-nine years ago the first class graduated from the Shields High School.
Since the foundation of the school there have been probably thirty-five hundred
pupils who have shared in its work and received a preparation, more or less
extended, for the duties of life. When we consider the work of the Bchool and
the good it has done, we must take into consideration all who have been enrolled,
and not only those who have finished the entire course of study offered by the
The Alumni of the school now numbers nine hundred and fifty-six. most
of whom have filled and are filling honorable places in life. A glance over the
roll of graduates and into the lives of the men and women whose names we find
there, will convince any one that a "High School education does »>if unfit //oi/.s-
and girls for the practical duties of life." The work of any school or institution
of learning is best evidenced by the lives of the men and women that il sends
forth into the world.
GRADUATES OF THE SHILEDS HIGH SCHOOL
Emma Rapp Bowers
*John B. Blish
Carrie E. Mills Cone
*Emma Blish Thompson
Nannie Cobb Pellens
Eva Cooley Fenton
Ella Craig Rapp
*Betty Ewing Mills
Jennie Kling Dunbar
*Jennie Rapp Enos
Anna Schmitt Thompson
Harvey St. Clair
Annie Doane Vogel
Gorge D. Carter
James E. Moore
Dr. F. W. Brown
*Dr. M. F. Gerrish
Jennie Swope Montgomery
Emma Vogel Clow
No Class Graduated
Emma Brown Shields
Mary Durland Orman
John J. Cobb
Belle Schmitt Gates
Winifred Elliot Ackley
*Lizzie Fairbanks Coakley
Ida Harding Montgomery
John J. Smith
Mollie Patrick Bache
Charlton A. Swope
*Lutie Blish Humbert
Effie DeVore McClure
Lulu Donaldson Harsh
Mattie Edward Crim
John A. Ross
Etta Thumser Laupus
Marvin D. Deputy
*Edward V. Johnston
Fannie Vogel Hancock
*Lizzie Lewis Trimble
Fannie Shields Barnes
Frankie Williams McCrady
John A. Wood
Emma Hibner Russell
Geneva Huffman Bare
*01iver Frank McDonald
Kittie Sprigman Faulkconer
Laura Thumser Horst
Nivoda Johnson Baldridpe
*H. C. Johnson
Tillie Schneck Sevcrinphaus
Mamie Wilson Brooks
Jennie Bain Flemings
Clara Cliilds England
Emma Groub Masters
Nannie Hancock Buchannan
Harley H. Hoskins
Ora Jennings White
I'riscilla Bergdoll Nicman
Mary Huffman Graessle
♦Sarah E. Marsh
♦Inez L. Newby
Kate Greer Wells
Cordelia Andrews Winn
Minnie Phelan Riehm
Carrie Banta Seacove
Ida Champion Baxter
Laura Gibson Hill
Minnie Frcy Dobbins
•Daisy Johnson Johson
♦Orlena Huffman Cloud
Mary Mc.-hI P.rand
Manilla Mead St. John
Louisa Schneck Raineir
A. R. Vogel
♦Jessie Bollinger Hancock
Etta Brooks Bridges
Lenore Gasaway Swails
♦Anna Greer McCaffy
Lettie Marsh Orr
Minnie Ross Zimmerman
Ida Sarver Kackley
A. D. Shields
Ida Campbell Bonnell
Nannie Love Frazer
Radie Marsh Nelson
Anna McElvain Reinhart
Will P. Billings
Fred C. Bush
Alice Cobb Carlson
Irma Crabb Lewis
*S. V. Jackson
Ida Oesting Thompson
J. Benjamin Robertson
Bertha Salsich Baird
Ira G. Saltmarsh
F. V. Schmitt
Margaret Schobert White
Myrtle Baker Page
Lucy Boake Short
Jennie Lemon Barritt
Algnettie Lester Carter
♦Lulu Mason McPheeters
Margaret J. Phelan
Elizabeth Reinhart O'Mara
Bertha Short Reinhart
Eleuthera Davison Coryea
♦Alice Moses Flomerfelt
Edith Flenniken Gaylord
Freda Heins Hauenschild
Georgia Montgomery Kirsch
Clara Nieman Becker
Edna Scanlon Bollinger
J. H. Andrews
H. W. Burkley
Clara Beyer Rapp
Lulu Casey Holderman
♦Mayme Dennison Saltmarsh
Enola Miller Montgomery
Harry H. McDonald
♦Emma Hustedt Bell
Bertie Wolf McHaffie
Alpha Hoadley Williams
Hattie Emery Fink
Lydia Frey Elrod
Kittie Jackson Vernier
Millicent Miles Groub
Helen Smith Graessle
Hettie Elliott Spreen
Effie Hibner Carter
Sudie Mills Matlock
Effie Weaver DeGoyler
Laura Edith Andrews
Rose Barkman Hamilton
Grace Conner Harris
Minnie Cordes Wilhelm
Macie Johnson Hill
♦H. Roy Luckey
Emma Meseke Mattox
Wm. Peter, Jr.
Ed H. Vehslage
Katie Mae Cordes Luckey
Ben H. Cox
Helena Hustedt Bender
Viola Harsh Critcher
Erma Montgomery Williams
Amy B. Roegge
Dorothy Sandau Martin
Margaret Sheron Crane
Frank B. Shields
Lelia Vest Mayes
Emma William Brunow
Bertha Truelock Campbell
Anna G. Abel
Harry G. Ackerman
James G. Anderson
Goldie G. Atkisson
Geo. A. Baldwin
Daisy E. Barkman Blair
Albert E. Berdon
Kelsa F. Bottorff
Jessie L. Buchanan
Andrew L. Carson
Margaret Finnegan Baker
Clara Grelle Krueger
Harry B. Guernsey
Agnes A. Hoffman
Flossie B. Johnson
Albert H. Kasting
E. G. Kyte
Alma L. Reich
Clara L. Trueter
Harry E. Vogel
John H. Conner
Frank A. Dahlenburg
♦Charlton V. Durland
John Louis Finnegan
Frances Hibner Milhouse
Rosa Himler Meyer
Otto Carl Horst
Mayme McDonald Eisner
Everett F. Meyer
♦Edna F. Price
Maybelle Richardson Fox
John C. Rinne
Irwin A. Schncck
Carl R. Switzer
J. F. W. Westmier
Howard W. Balsley
Don A. Bollinger
Ida M. Critcher Casper
Viola E. Doane
Allen C. Foster
Georgia Lauster Hopewell
Madge Montgomery Steel
Faye Johnson Reisncr
Mina Weaver Meyer
Bertha E. Woesner
Bertha Hoffman Hunter
Effie Lane McCuIlcy
Wm. G. Masters
Helen Andrew Kali in
Irma Hodapp Boicourt
Christine Lebline Rapp
■ Edna Swope Hughes
Nettie Able Harlow
A. lies Cobb
Fern I 'ens ford
Delight Hopewell Gatt
Stella Laupus Huffman
Hazel Love Sargi nl
nfentoria M. Donald Kendall
l ninia Rosa M< i k<
May Spurling Dobbins
Louisa Brown Swengel
Rosa Hunt McLean
Mabel Hodapp Hufnagel
Ad?. Cordes McCool
Edna Dobbins Sanders
Lillian Kelly Kern
Alma Laupus Appel
Myra Laupus Gates
Elsie Lawell Rodert
T. Louis Niemeyer
Elsie Rucker Sheets
Bernice White Hodapp
Mary Baker Brooks
Hattie Carr Hill
Gladys Coryell Coleman
Helen Downs Minkiewitz
Margart Frey Thoma
Minnie Heintz Marquette
Martha Kitts Myrtle
Clara Langhorst T-upman
Marguerite Miller Hodapp
Nora Pomeroy Darling
Lois Reynolds Stiles
Gertrude Sweany Pillinger
Beula H. Bozell
Juliette Cox Betz
Hazel Heinz Myers
Elizabeth Hoffman Hetzler
Ruth Lebline Enos
Lora Reynolds Stewart
Edna Schwab Garvey
Alice Stanfield Cooley
Leona Thompson Hess
Luella Toms Graessle
Mary Lee Galbraith Armstrong
Mary Teckemeyer Bacon
*Hazel Bretthauer Fleetwood
Freda Deppert Feaster
Catherine Hancock Laupus
Horace H. Ackerman
Jennie Bridges Zanders
Zetta Brown Woody
Faye Everhart Amick
Minerva Hazzard Gruber
Inez Kreinhagen Dennison
Grace Miller Hemmer
Lillian Osterman Brunow
Grahame St. John
Myrtle Young Ackerman
Mabel Marie Abcll
Mary Byrne Rottman
Thomas V. Carter
Florence Darling Bartlett
Mary Magdi leen Fettig
Margaret Fo t< i
Winifred < .in in-
Mabel Clare Hairod
Bernice Amelia Miller
C. George Schleter
Laura William Sclmeck
Margaret McDonald Burton
Lloyd Franklin Ackerman
Lois Casey P.eatty
Mary Irene Hunsucker
Annette Kessler Test
Leota Nevins Brinklow
Dorothy Ulm Plump
Carrie Ethel Walker
Harry M. Williams
Helen Barnes Stout
Amy Bridges Goodlander
Helen Brunow Bruening
Iris Cox Weddel
Esther Groub Enos
Marie Nichter Wells
Hulda Osterman Topie
Veva Paul Cooper
Ruby Smith Kaufman
Edna Sumner Glasson
Daisy Carter Weddel
Gladys Glasson Shannon
Elizabeth Lucile Kessler
Katherinc Love Howse
Edna Downs Kruwell
Mylrea Findley Schaeffer
Josephine White Icenogle
Mary Goodloe Billings
Anna Holland Carter
Montclova Fields Hill
Mary Louise Honan
Dorothy Huber Lunte
Ella Mae Kruwell
♦Howard E. Shultz
Emma Maude Wesner
Waneta Albrich Reveal
Joe Andrews, Jr.
Frances Downs Newson
Fern Rhodi -
cue DKeassion lemae.
That "Time does make ancient good uncouth" is true of the old-time
elocution; but so great is the delight of audiences in oral expression, that the
temporary disfavor in which it was held is rapidly being done away with, and
there has come a revived interest in oral expression.
Contests in debating, discussion, oratory, and interpretative reading mark
the programs of many high schools and colleges; and courses in public speak-
ing, as a distinctive branch of the English work, are being established in increas-
ing numbers. The human voice, as the expression of personality as well as
thought, is still and will always be a vital force in the affairs of men and women.
In our own school there has been during the last few years an increasing
amount of time spent on oral expression.
Again this year we took part in the discussion of the question selected by
the "State High School Discussion League"; and Osborne Fischbach as our
county winner represented us in a most creditable way at the District Contest
at North Vernon.
The choice of Osborne as our district representative was preceded by a
thorough study of and many local discussions of the question selected ; namely,
"A solution for industrial disputes in public and quasi-public industries."
The results of this study have been undoubtedly beneficial and a prepara-
tion for better work next year.
In the realm of the inter-school debate, we are about to make our initial
venture; and as this book goes to press, we are looking forward to our joint
debate with Bedford. The subject selected grew out of the "High School Dis-
cussion" and the debaters will argue the question, "Resolved, That all Disputes
in Public and Quasi-public Industries shall be settled by Compulsory Arbitra-
The affirmative speakers: Franklin Swain, captain, Florence Blain and
Dorothy Story will debate at home against the negative Bedford team; our
aegative debaters; Osborn Fischbach, captain, Norma Barkman and George
Wilson will go to Bedford.
Arrangements are being made for a much fuller debating schedule for
Another outgrowth of this revived interest in oral expression is a movement
that promises much of value and enjoyment for the people of Seymour. Under
the auspices of the Seymour Community Service there has been organized the
'Seymour ( lommunity Players," a group of people interested in the recreational
activities of our city, who, realizing the unlimited sources of delight in the
drama are hoping to interest increasing numbers in its enjoyment.
For 'The drama embraces and applies all the beauties and decorations of
Poetry. The sister arts attend and adorn it. Painting, architecture, and music
aw he- aaudmaids. The costliest lights of a people's intellect burn at her shrine.
All ages welcome her."
UJuatr Hkmorjj ffinntrat
The entire music department took an inierei! in the Music Memory Contest as was
proven by tiie results. After weeks of listening and other preparation the citj contest took
place. Prizes were given by many people and business houses, the prizes beii
records, or music lessons.
In the city contest there were twelve perfect papers in the grades and eleven in the High
School. There were many excellent papers, but onlj the perfect ones received prizes. Then
were county, district and state contests.
Miss Alice Becker, a Sophomore, was the only one from Shields who wenl to the
state contest. There she made a perfect paper, and only after a prolonged overtime examina-
tion was she eliminated.
For several years it has been the custom of many districts in the state, to make an animal
Latin contest one of the activities of the school year. The movement has been sponsored and
encouraged by the State Latin Teachers' Association. It is felt that these contests have
much to promote a fine spirit of scholarship, and to stimulate as loyal a sch< "1 spirit in the
matter of scholarly attainments as has always been manifested in athletics.
When the news came to us that the Fourth District was to undertake a contest of this
sort for the first time, great interest and enthusiasm was manifested amonu the Latin students
of our school. The local Certamen Latinum held on March the 18th, to determine the
representatives for the county contest, proved lively and interesting. About thirty-five
students entered the strenuous preliminaries. The following received the highest local
honors, and represented S. H. S. at Brownstown on March the 26th.
First Year Latin — Mildred Peacock, Beryl Dannettelle.
Caesar — Alice Cobb, Gordon Miller.
Cicero — Raymond Feaster, Mary Fettig.
Virgil — Beryl Shields, Lydia Kruge.
Results of the county contest showed that honor medals were awarded to five of our
Virgil— First award, Beryl Shields ; second award, Lydia Kruge.
Cicero — First award, Raymond Feaster; second award, Mary Fettig.
Caesar — First award, Gordon Miller.
These five winners were sent to Columbus on April the 2ht for the District Meet. Beryl
Shields brought S. H. S. honor by winning first place in Virgil, Lydia Kruge, second. Ray-
mond Feaster won second in Cicero and Gordon Miller second in Caesar, both the latter
losing to first place by a difference of but one per cent.
Semper Summa !
Seymour Schola est dura !
O hurrah, O hurrah, O hurrah !"
Throughout the contests a fine spirit of good sportmanship has been shown bj both
winners and losers. We hope that the Centamen may become an annual event in our school,
and that plans which are being made for a state-wide meet, can be carried out next year.
g>nme Arljteuem*nte in tlj? Sfjrartmrot of
Carl Fill, Everett Otte and William Schluesemeier won signal honors for
themselves and their school when, as a team, in the state corn judging contest
they were aAvarded first place and a large cup (trophy).
They also won another cup as champions in the livestock judging contest
on the work with sheep.
In individual competition Carl Fill won a gold medal for the best corn judge
in the state, and a ribbon for third place in the livestock judging work on Bheep.
Everett Otte won a ribbon for second honors in the livestock judging work on
William Schluesemeier won the trip to the International Livestock Show at
Chicago as a result of his successful poultry club work; and also a trip to the
Club "Round Up" at Purdue by the First National Bank of Seymour for his
corn club work. Everett Otte won second, a trip by the same bank and Clyde
May stood third. Wilfred Nichter won sweepstakes honors in the annual egg
show held by the agricultural classes. Carl Fill won second honors.
These honors conferred upon the students of the agriculture classes are most
gratifying and are a testimony to the high grade of work done by these students
under the direction of their instructor, Mr. H. C. Henderson.
Athletic activities were resumed in the fall with the organization of the
Athletic Association. The following officers were elected :
President Franklin Swain
Vice-President Jarvis Hyatt
Secretary Elizabeth James
Treasurer Arthur Becker
The Athletic Council as chosen was: Miss Kate Andrews, chairman;
Franklin Swain, Jarvis Hyatt, Elizabeth James, Arthur Becker, H. C. Hender-
son, and J. R. Mitchell.
The students responded nobly to the call for members. To insure the
publicity of the athletic activities of the school a publicity committee was
elected. Gladys Hopple, Thelma Bell, and Miss Eva Sinclair were elected to
this committee, and were responsible for much lively advertising.
Coach Mitchell's call for basketball candidates was answered by fifty-two
enthusiastic boys. With Keach, Hyatt, Honan, Adams, Misamore, and McCord
left from last year and Hooker, who moved here from Scottsburg, a fast team
was whipped into shape with the assistance of an excellent second team to
practice against, The Lutheran Club Gymnasium was used prior to the com-
pletion of the new High School Gymnasium.
Seymour was fortunate in being selected as one of the district basketball
centers. The District Basketball Tournament was held in the new gymnasium,
March 2 and 3, and proved to be a great success. In order to use the new
gymnasium work was rushed to completion and was finished the morning of
lDcetvoass Basrar kill
The inter-class basket bail tourney was postponed this year until the last
of the season when the new gymnasium would be available. As usual, the
Seniors romped off with the inter-class championship title, snowing the Fresh-
men under in a hard-fought contest.
Freshmen 17 — Juniors 14
Seniors 64 — Sophomores 4
Juniors 31 — Sophomores 11
Seniors 38 — Freshmen 5
In an unofficial tourney between the second teams of each class, the Junior
seconds took the title.
The Senior team was practically the same as the Varsity with Misamore,
forward; McCord, forward; Keach, center; Hyatt center; and Honan, Adams
and Hooker, guards.
The best game was between the Juniors and the Freshmen, the latter
winning by a narrow margin.
The Seniors succeeded in scoring 102, as against their opponent's 9.
1DC6R-CLHSS NlSt BALL
An inter-class baseball tourney was held at the beginning of the season in
order to give Coach Henderson a line on the available material for a winning
team. The inter-class games were run off the first of April at the Seymour
Juniors 3 — Freshmen 2
Seniors 7 — Sophomores 5
Seniors 5 — Juniors 3
The Seniors captured the inter-class title by defeating the Juniors in the
final game. The line-up follows:
McClintock, 3b Adams, If Baldwin, c
Hyatt, 2b Andrews, cf Wilson, p
Russell, lb McCord, rf Becker, ss
Oct. 20 — Seymour 27 — Brownstown 8 there
Oct. 27 — Seymour 46 — Freetown 6 there
Nov. 3 — Seymour 47 — Alumni 15 here
Nov. 10 — Seymour 18 — Franklin 42 there
Nov. 17 — Seymour 39 — Triangles 10 here
Nov. 24 — Seymour 31 — Scottsburg 20 there
Dec. 8— Seymour 22 — Edinburg 30 there
Dec. 15 — Seymour 22 — Southport 30 there
Jan. 6 — Seymour 34 — Orleans 28 there
Jan. 12 — Seymour 29 — Scottsburg 14 there
Jan. 19 — Seymour 35 — Mitchell 24 there
Jan. 26 — Seymour 19 — Lyons 31 there
Jan. 27 — Seymour 32 — Linton 18 there
Feb. 10 — Seymour 31 — Brownstown 13 there
Feb. 10 — Seymour 34 — Crothersville 11 Brownstown
Feb. 10 — Seymour 47 — Cortland 30 Brownstown
Feb. 16 — Seymour 17 — Columbus 34 there
Feb. 17— Seymour 17 — Southport 20 here
Mar. 2— Seymour 21 — Crothersville 9 here
Mar. 3— Seymour 25 — North Vernon 11 here
Mar. 3— Seymour 26 — Cortland 14 here
Mar. 3— Seymour 43 — Butlervillc 14 here
Mar. 10— Seymour 12 — Franklin 15 Bloomingtou
With the coming of spring, baseball resumed it's major position in outdoor
athletics. With Baldwin, McClintick, Nichalson, J. Hyatt, Eckstein, Becker,
A (I ;uns, and Johnson as hold-overs from last year, indications pointed to a very
successful season. A wealth of material was found in Eckstein, Beem and
Young to fill the mound position, left vacant by the ineligibility of Wilson, star
south-paw of the last two years. Baldwin was elected to serve his third succes-
sive year as captain.
The season was opened with a victory over the Brownstown Bear Cats in a
game played at Brownstown. The score was 6 to 0.
The Athletic Association purchased new uniforms for the team at the begin-
ning of the season.
Baldwin, c Becker, ss
McClintock, 3b Nicholson, If
Hyatt, 2b Malick, cf
Russell, lb Glasson, rf
Young, p and lb
M<< lintick, Hyatt, Russell, Baldwin and Becker will be lost by graduation.
Tennis was made a part of the fall athletic program for the second time.
A series of inter-class matches were arranged between the Freshmen, Sopho-
mores, Juniors and Seniors.
The Lutheran club court was used throughout the tourney. Walter Hyatt
and Charles Keach won for the Seniors the championship in doubles by riprht
of their victory over the Junior representatives.
There were no matches arranged with other schools this year, but it is hoped
by the student body that tennis will be featured among fall athletics, and a
series of matches with other schools may be arranged to further that. end.
Coach Mitchell 's call for track candidates was promptly answered by many
boys. Early spring training was afforded by practice in the new gymnasium,
until the weather was favorable for outdoor work. The team worked and elimi-
nations were made early so that the best of attention and instruction could be
given by Coach Mitchell.
H. Ahlbrand was the only hold-over from last year's team who participated
in track work this spring, but around him was built a team that gave assurance
that Seymour had resumed her former place in track work although this was
but the second year with the track and field listed among the spring activities.
April 19 a dual track meet was held at the Athletic Park between Crothers-
ville and Seymour, the latter winning by the score of 67 to 39.
Seymour showed great strength in track events, taking first place in all
the runs, and did well in the field events.
Other dual track meets have been arranged with Columbus, Salem, and
Crothersville, also a Sectional Meet at Columbus, May 12.
Track shoes and suits were purchased by the Athletic Association and dis-
tributed to the members of the team.
Mr. Ackerman— "Why are women like salad?"
Bill— "Because they need a good deal of dressing."
Elizabeth — "Oh, my lips are so sore this morning."
Katherine— "I think it is from the sun."
James — "Whose son?"
Mr. Mitchell— "I'm not much of a speaker, boys, but I have several little things in my
head that I am trying to get rid of."
j h. — "Ever try a fine-toothed comb?"
Mr. Phillips— "What is a vacuum?"
Paul L— "Things you push around to clean rugs with."
Miss McHenry — "Faces this way."
Clarence Otis — "I can't make mine that way.'
Francis — "Say, my feet are getting tired."
Owen — "Oh, that's all right, think of the ride your stomach's getting."
Eyes are to sparkle,
Cheeks are to blush,
Arms to encircle you
Oh, my ! hush,
Kiss is a noun
Both common and proper,
When you kiss her
Make it a whopper.
Miss Myers— "John, have you seen or read "Crabb's Tales?"
John — "No, I didn't know red crabs had tails."
Ruth — "Say, Dorothy, those are good looking shoes you have on. How much?"
Dorothy M — "Eight and a half."
Ruth — "Oh, I mean the price, not the size."
Mr. Phillips— "Lewis, what is the greatest instance of magnetic power you can think of?"
Lewis E— "When my girl draws me seven miles on Sunday night to see her."
Walter H— "My head feels awful hot."
Toots— "I thought'l smelled wood burning."
Harden H.— "Don't you think a talkative girl is better than any other kind?'
Mac— "What other kind is there?"
■a ^ r ^'"'P 5 — " The ,aw of gravity keeps us from falling off the earth when it is up-
»ide down. *
'29— "What did folks do before that law was passed?"
Yea, verily, I say unto thee, the Ford belongs to that class of vehicles which doth Dot
fly; nor doth it creep, but like the unceasing thunder, dotli rumble on and on forever
thou ask where with I am supplied with the necessary knowledge and right to broa
same? Yea, brother, I say unto thee I own one.
It's steering wheel toucheth my heart or doth prod gently in the vicinity thereof. The
accessory dealer doth touch my pocketbook with his line of chatter and flim-flam accessories.
Cold weather doth give a remarkable degree of stubborness to the worthy self-starter
(in name only) and when its battery doth run down from any of several causes, its starting
crank doth provide a gentle and delightful exercise until it doth kick back mightily, which
causeth its owner to register deep chagrin and murmur, "Darn it!" with all the gentle
timidity of a man shouting "Fire !"
When finally the sleeping engine doth begin its day again, a safe-cracking job i
be heard in a radius of three blocks.
At night it travelleth by the light of the moon only, for its head-light doth flicker and
vanish as doth the mouse on seeing the kitty or as doth the pocketbook on the approach of
Ft doth rattle and knock, like unto a harvester; it doth moan and howl like unto a
gafilta fish, which doth continually grow worse until it wheezeth its last cough.
Trouble, like a Seven Headed Chinese Devil, never sleepeth, but doth forever percolate
around His Lordship, the Ford owner.
Yea, verily, I say unto you, tires are an evil influence to mankind, for they do assume
the appearance of a good tire in the garage, but do cast off this deceptive raiment with a
bang when thou art miles from home.
However, brethern, as the prophets hath said, even a snake hath good points, even
tho it be to eat other snakes. So I Liken unto this, the Ford, for when it is tuck in sand
or mud, the owner need but get out and lift the back end over on high ground and pro-
The Ford hath all the speed of a slumbering turtle. Allow me, my brethern, to quote
from my friend Bill Shakespeare :
"The Ford, it is a wonder,
You give it gas, and say,
You pass by all the other cars
(That go the other way.)"
Henry Ford hath said, "Buy a Ford and spend the difference." Brethren, I ask you,
spend it on what? Repairs?
Still, my brethren, the car doth seem to be vastly popular. People ordereth far in
advance and accepeth their delivery with all the languid indifference of a starving tiger
that pouncth upon it's first meal in a fortnight.
So, therefore, brethern, harken ye unto my words, all that is gold need not necessarfl)
glitter, and though a man may wear out many Fords, like a tenacious cat, he always cometh
back and buyeth another.
KEEP OFF THE GRASS
The ground was soft So now take heed
The grass was wet And do not set
We got a chill On ground that's soft
As there we set. Or grass that's wet.
Miss Small (assigning lesson)— "We will begin with lightning and go to thunder."
'24 (inspecting the basketball schedule)— "Where is that place, Alumni?"
Mr. Glaze— "There's not a boy in this class who will say that Commercial Arithmetic
'23 — "It's just because we're afraid to."
FOR BOYS ONLY.
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Mr. Due — "When were automobiles first thought of?"
R. B. — "In Bible times. The Bible says that Elijah crossed the river by Ford and went
up on higfi."
"How beautiful the moon is" said Mr. Ackerman, taking off his hat.
Miss H. — "Manuel, you may come in every day after school and stay for a week."
Mr. Due (meeting his son) — "Good morning, Homer, how is your father this morning."
Mrs. Swails — "Fred, what does the word 'procrastinate' mean?"
Fred — "To put off."
Mrs. Swails — "Use it in a sentence."
Fred — "Procrastinate me at the next corner."
"THE PATRIOT" STAFF
Typewriter rattling Ruth eating candy
Telephone ringing, EuDaly gone wild,
Lois Hall prattling Becker plays banjo
Theodore singing. And sings "Angel Child.
Yelling of "Hurry," Franklin gets scissors
Splashing of glue, Cuts pictures in half
Mahorney gone dippy Such is the life
Over picture she drew. Of the Patriot staff.
Miss Mains — "Charles, have you done your outside reading yet?"
diaries — "No, it has been too cold outside."
Miss Andrews— "Where is Miss Sinclair?"
Louise T. — "Down stairs dyeing with the rest of the girls."
SONGS OF THE SENIORS
Gladys Hudson — "I Want to Powder My No
James Black — "I ain't Nobody's Darling."
Coonie Christie — "I'm like a Ship Without a Sail."
Beryl Shields — "Jimmie, I Love hut You."
Hubert Hedges — "Oh, What a Pal was Mary."
Gladys Hopple — "I didn't raise my Ford to be a Jitney."
Cotton Baldwin — "They Go Wild, Simply Wild Over Mi-
Charlie Keach — "Why Am I So Misunderstood."
Mr. Due — "In what part of the United States is most of the coal found ?'
Earl — "In the ground."
WHAT WE ARE UP AGAINST
Miss Andrews wants strict attention, Miss McHenry wants undivided attention and
Miss Barbour wants masculine attention. Now which shall we give?
I offer no apology
For dropping off to sleep,
When someone says Geometry ;
I know I'm in too deep.
Miss Hanna (in French class) — "What does this mean Hubert?"
Hubert — "Can't tell you, but I'll give you five guesses."
Miss Andrews (in Senior meeting) — "If you don't want the motion vote it down."
Chas. Keach — "I vote it down."
ODE TO AN ERASER
[ know not from whence thou came,
t only know that thou art here,
For it was I who intercepted
Thy tragic arc
With my ear
And filled my ear with
So be it unto the end of time
The innocent bystander gets shot,
The onlooker must pay.
But if that is so
Why did I get hit?
As I said before, I know not who
Wafted thee hither.
Some base Knave,
Perhaps it was the goof
I threw thee at
In the first place.
Extract from a Freshman story— "And many saw the invisible horde approacl.
Teacher (to boy with his feet in the aisle and chewing gum)— "Here boy, take that
gum out of your mouth and put your feet in."
A FRESHMAN'S IDEA OF A JOKE
A fly was sitting on Mr. Ackerman's head. He slid off. His neck was broken.
Miss Barbour— "Sit up in your seat, James. Do you need some exercise?'
James (drowsily)— "Naw, I need some sleep."
Miss McHenry— "Give the principal parts of the verb begin."
Alfred B— "Begin, began, begone, git out."
One day as I was sleeping
A picture came to me,
It was the funniest picture
That ever you did see.
Miss Hanna came in dancing,
And playing a cornet,
Mr. Due came in smoking
A great long pipe of jet,
Then came Miss Myers a-whistling
A tune, "I'm Loved No More,"
While Miss Andrews washed the windows,
And Glaze, he swept the floor;
Mr. Phillips taught us cooking
Miss McHenry how to draw ;
Mr. Mitchell he played hookey,
But in each we found a flaw.
Dick Hyatt (after solo) — I believe my voice is cracked."
J. Honan — "Your voice is cracked all right, but your head will be worse than that if
you don't retire into utter seclusion."
FEEDING THE ANIMALS
The Seniors live on choicest fruits,
The Sophs on pork and beans,
The Junior class on lengthy words,
But the Freshmen class on greens.
It's Seniors delight to bark and bite,
And the Junior bunch to sing ;
But all the Freshies can find to do
Is stare at every thing.
Miss Barbour — "Frank, what sensation do you suffer when the "Minuet in G" is being
Frank Swain — "I feel like I'm in the 'teenth Baboon's heaven."
Miss Myers (in Latin class) — "What does the word equinox mean?"
Gertrude C — "A night horse."
L. A. A. — "Gordon, if I gave you five dollars and you already had three what would
Gordon — "Hysterics."
TWO °* * KIND
Th* Bridge c$ Size
Dance c Mama
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AS THE DAYS GO BY
Specimus Wells was an expert on soil,
Who spent flocks of money prospecting for oil.
While farmer Joe Bush was a terrible hick,
Who sat on a fence-rail and whittled a stick.
But Wells proved to be an unfortunate bloke,
No oil did he find. That's the reason he's broke.
But by chance a great gusher was found on Joe's place,
The rest you can tell by the smile on his face.
Mr. Henderson (in botany) — "How do bacteria reproduce?"
Earl McCann — "By the thousands."
Teacher — "How did you measure this water?"
Carl Fill — "With a granulated cylinder."
Harry Baldwin (in botany)— "Little swellings on the roots of clover called noodles."
Miss Vehslage — "Why did these men go to Cuba, William?"
Wm. Nieman — "Oh, they went to make a revolution, but the natives wouldn't revolute."
Bill — "Who takes charge when the President dies?"
Will — "The undertaker."
THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH
Under the shade of building tall
The modern mechanic stands,
The sweat he wipes with a kerchief all
Of yellow silk and tan;
The muscles of his arms so small
Are white as ivory bands.
His hair is light and neatly cut,
His face is very fair;
His brow was never touched by soot,
His i>ri' I- i>- very rare.
He raises autos from the rut
And charges with a care.
Week in week out, from nine to six
You can hire him if you pay.
You will not hear him strike the licks
With a sledge — the smithy's lay.
If he must work nine hours he kicks
For eight hours is his day.
And boys returning home from school
Step in at the open door,
They like to watch him with a tool
And hear the autos roar.
He starts the engines like a fool
And makes them snort and snore.
He goes on Sunday to the church
And sits among the girls,
He only sees the preacher's shirt
And pulls his daughter's curls.
He often gets so drunk he'll lurch
And break his sweetheart's pearls.
Thus onward through this life he goes
He does whoe'er he can.
This tale a moral has he knows
It makes him a proud man,
For it is this : "Your auto woes
Take to the garage man."
Miss Andrews — "Use your heads, boys, don't throw balls near the building."
A course of elective music was offered.
8A Boy — "Miss Barbour, may I take electric music?"
Mr. Glaze— "I don't want anyone to leave his seat without coming to the desk and
A PARABLE OF SAFED THE SAGE.
C. M. Fischbai a, *2S
Lo, and it came to pass in the days of high gas an( j electric bills, that Keturah, my
wife, approached unto me, and spake thus, saying, "Sirrah, Christmas draweth nigh, and I
must, in accordance with custom, hie me to the town to purchase presents." And she strove
therewith to make a touch.
I spake, raising a feehle voice in protest, but she put her arms about me and cooed soft
words into my ears; whereupon my heart and likewise my head grew soft, and I gave unto
her silver shekels, many and bright, which I, of a truth, had determined to 3d aside for a
new suit, my present one being already thread-bare and worn.
So she went. For many hours she tarried, while I, perforce, must get my own meall
At eve she returneth again and showeth me many purchases, both wise and foolish. And
she took out of a gorgeous box a hat, which of a truth, would have made a devout man of
the synagogue look twice. Then spake she and said, "I shall give this unto your aunt"
And I, being very much amazed, for my aunt is a most staid and sober woman re-
proached her saying, "Never think that my aunt would ever wear such a head-gear. For
her years are the number sixty, and a hat for her should be of sober black."
And she, being amused, answered me saying, "Lo, if she can wear it not, then per-
chance she may give it to me, for it suits me well." Which of a truth it did, but wherefore
is there any use to try to reason with a woman anyway.
And next she drew forth a necktie both loud and of many colors, and entirely ununited
to a guardian of the flock. The seven colors of the rainbow and many more besides .
contained therein, and it spake with a loud voice. And she draped it about my neck and
stood off a little ways to get the effect. And she clapped her hands in glee, saying. "Lo, my
Lord, you look as young as when you first paid court to me," and she kissed me. And I,
being flattered exceedingly put aside my misgivings as regarding the wearing of the tie ami
returned the courtesy. And I said to myself, "A wife is a pleasant if at times grasping
necessity whom it is impossible to repress with sternness since she in all cases holds an
insurmountable and unconquerable power over her man." And I, composing my dignity
thereupon became once more a zealous guardian of the flock.
If there were a boy in High School
Of fair Toots Hyatt's size,
Who had Charleg Reach's line of talk,
And Johnny Hauenschild's eyes,
If he dressed like Landis Cooper,
And had Frank Swain's nerve to try,
Should he borrow Hal Ahlbrand's auto
Do you think that he'd get by?
Bess McGannon — "I have a cold in my head."
The Teachers — "No wonder, a cold alwavs settles in the weakest spot "
Miss Barbour — "I wish those cars would quit passing here with their mufflers open. They
make so much noise."
Miss Vehslage — "Maurice, have you brought that picture of a steamboat on White
Maurice Haper — "No, mam, I haven't taken it yet."
Mr. Due — "Lloyd, who is Mr. Green?"
Lloyd Bulger— "Why, I think he's the man who makes sausages in Cinn."
Miss McHenry (telling the pupils to pick up the paper on the floor)— "Sam, be sure
and pick up your part of the floor."
M. J. (looking out the window)— "I wonder why the trees are so late leaving:
Miss Small — "Albert, locate Europe and Asia."
Albert Judd— "Well, Europe is west of Asia and Asia is east of Europe."
Mr. Mitchell— "Kerval, tell these boys another laying out tool.
Kerval Goodwin — "A billy-club."
Miss Geile — "Did any one help you with this map, Sam?"
Sam — "No, my brother did it by himself."
Lois Hall — "Do you know Lincoln's Gettysburg address"?
Swain — "No, did he live there?"
Miss Small — "Earl can you tell us what hemp is used for?"
Earl T — "For cigars and things."
JUST LIKE THE REST OF US
Little Tommy had a lesson
Which he couldn't get,
And as far as I can see,
He hasn't got it yet.
Teacher — "Why are you late, Johnny?"
Johnny — "I started late."
Teacher — "Why didn't you start early?"
Johnny — "It was too late to start early.'
Miss Myers (explaining the Latin Slides) — "These are the horses of the infantry."
Glen U. — "What made that bump on your head?"
Ray B. — "That's where a thought struck me."
NOT TODAY, but twenty years from today, will
you realize the value of this — your school an-
nual. As a book of memories of your school days it
will take its place as your most precious possession in
the years to come. You who are about to undertake
the task of putting out next year's book should keep
this thought in mind and employ only the engraver
who will give you the most help in making ) our book
a worth while book of memories and give you workman-
ship that you will be proud of even in years to come.
Write today to the Service Department of the Indianapolis
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you make your book a memory look worth while.
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— t-**5B at Bafortable. Ma**., and wai operated
^^t^rCkrakwn Blub. Over lM^trT.jo tk«
^ tfreat (frandfatker of tke pre^ftSfJi»^neri of tk«
Blub Milling Company c*ta£mhed a pioneer
Bill lo the vicinity of tke pre»«nt kuaiaea- „ t _
On a flour sack
moans the Bame
as "Sterling" on
silverware. It is
an absolute guar-
antee of the qual-
ity of the product
Blish Milling Company
A. H. DROEGE
South Chestnut Street
SEYMOUR HARDWARE CO.
Phone 718 218 S. Chestnut St.
F. H. HEIDEMAN
FURNITURE, RUGS AND
212-214 S. Chestnut St.
SEYMOUR : : : : INDIANA
SEYMOUR DAILY TRIBUNE
A NEWSPAPER FOR
THE WHOLE FAMILY
206 W. Second Street
A COMPLETE I)IM'(i STORE
Service and Quality
West Second Stn i /
SEYMOUR : : : : INDIANA
DON'T SAY BREAD, SAY "STAR"
Third and Ewing Sts.
PEOPLE POINT WITH PRIDE TO OUR
WATHES, DIAMONDS & JEWELRY
Ornaments of Taste Await You Here
GEO. F. KAMMAN
JEWELER and OPTOMETRIST
202 W. Second St. Seymour, Indiana
A. R. ENOS
All Kinds of
GRAIN, HAY, FLOUR,
FEED and COAL
Office and Coal Yard
N. Chestnut St. Seymour, Ind.
_ . , Dry Goods
Brecher s and
WHEREVER YOU GO
YOUR PERSONAL APPEARANCE
WILL MAKE A LASTING IMPRESSION
SUCCESSFUL MEN DRESS WELL
KUPPENHEIMER GOOD CLOTHES
ARE AN INVESTMENT IN GOOD APPEARANCE
They Will Express Your Character and Personality
C. G. HELLER, Prop.
SEYMOUR NATL BANK
IS POPULAR FOR YOUNG PEOPLE
Get the Interest on What
You Save in
June and December
Inquire About It.
A COURSE FOR EACH INDIVIDUAL NEED
SEYMOUR BUSINESS COLLEGE
F. H. GATES & SON
The Pipe House
IF IT'S A PIPE, WE HAVE IT
WM. N. FOX
Electric Shoe Shop
Modern Shoe Repairing
No. 109 West Second Street
YOU NEED A
South Chestnut St.
W. C. BEVINS
Seymour .... Indiana
FRUITS IN SEASON
Coal Cold Storage
"RAY -ISLE COAL"
FOR ALL PURPOSES
EBNER ICE AND COLD STORAGE COMPANY
HOME OF "RAYMOND CITY COAL"
THE J. P. HAGEL JEWELRY COMPANY
101 North Chestnut Street
23 South Chestnut Street
Now Showing the
HIGHEST QUALITY OF
That can be Produced on the Screen,
and feel it is a great pleasure to give
Seymour picture lovers the best as
Paramount and First National pic-
tures are considered — best produced.
FIRST CLASS BARBER SHOP
First Class Service
Seymour - Indiana
WHEN BUYING CANNED GOODS
IF YOU SPECIFY
GROUBS BELLE BRAND
YOUR ARE GETTING THE VERY BEST THE MARKET AFFORDS
AT A REASONABLE PRICE
TIPS TAXI SERVICE
DAY and NIGHT
3 — Stores — 3
4th and Blish St. 4th and Pine St.
5th and Ewing St.
Fancy and Staple Groceries and
Trade at Your Nearest
And Save Money
PURE SODAS, ICE CREAM,
CANDIES and FINE CIGARS
FOREIGN, TROPICAL and
North Chestnut St.
SEYMOUR : : : : INDIANA
BEST PLACE TO EAT
BEST PLACE TO SLEEP
BLUMER & BARRINGER
ALL KINDS OF
— Phone 125 —
SOFT WATER LAUNDRY
Cor. Second and Pink. Stki i
First Class Work
SEYMOUR : : : IM'I \\ A
CANNED FRUITS, VEGETABLES, ETC.
ARE OUR PRIVATE BRANDS
Full Weight Highest Quality
To Comply with all Pure Food Laws
GEORGE A. CLARK
WE SELL TO MERCHANTS ONLY
TRUNKS, BAGS, SUITCASES,
BUY LEATHER GOODS
AT A LEATHER STORE
J. FETTIG CO.
IK ONOMT PRESENTS HERSELF
EVERY DAY OF THE STEAB
THE BEE HIVE
Klein & Wolters, Props.
Out-of -Season VEGETABLES and FRUITS
Privilege of Weekly Payments of Accounts
Personal Attention to the individual tastes of our customers
These and every other possible ~
service we furnish with our
Exclusive Agents for OLD MASTER Coffee
Phone Main 170
Second and Chestnut Streets SEYMOUR, INDIANA
THE QUALITY STORE
Tel. Main 143 Jobbers of Coca Cola
SEYMOUR ICE CREAM
YOU PATRONIZE HOME INDUSTRY
Seymour - Indiana
LOUIS G. HEINS
FRESH and CURED MEATS
SAUSAGES OF ALL KINDS
FISH and GAME
USE MILK FOR ECONOMY
Swengel Dairy & Company's Pastuerized for Safety
J. J. PETER PACKING CO.
WHOLESALE and RETAIL
ALL MAKES OP BATTERIES
Recharged and Repaired
GEORGE & McDOUGAL
213 East Second St.
JOE'S POP CORN IS CRISPY
EVENLY SEASONED and FINE
And it's a Sack for a Nickle
Big Sack for a Dime
JOE'S POP CORN SHOP
110 W. Second St.
THE GOLD MINE DEPARTMENT STORE
A STORE WITH A REPUTATION
OF FORTY YEARS SERVICE
FINE CLOTHING AND SHOES
East Second Street
Opposite Interurban Station
Seymour - - - Indiana
If It's New
Electric Chandeliers and Fitments
For Your Home this Spring
We are headquarters for the
Newest and Bi
Agents for the Riddli Fitments
BACON ELECTRIC SHOP
SEYMOUR WOOLEN MILLS
FIFTY-SIX YEARS IN SEYMOUR
GET STYLE IN YOUR SUMMER CLOTHES
Hart Schaffner & Marx
DIXIE WEAVES HAVE IT
Men's Hot Weather Suits —
Made of Cool Porous Wools and Worsteds. They Keep
their Shape ; always look smart, and stand the hardest wear.
No Laundry Bill Either.
You'll Find All the Best Colorings and Styles Here.
THE PRICES ARE MODERATE
YOUR STRAW HAT
Get a Stylish One,
Get a Lot of Value, Too.
This is the Place to Get Yours.
There is a Great
Selection Here of all the
Good Fabrics, all the New Styles.
CARTER - COLLINS CO.
Seymour ..... Indiana
60— MODERN ROOMS— 60
FREE SHOWER BATHS
DINING ROOM IN
PROGRESSIVE MUSIC CO.
PIANOS, PLAYERS and
207-209 North Chestnut Street
IDEAL SHOE STORE
DRY GOOODS and
FIRST NATIONAL BANK
C. D. Billings Pretideni
John A. Keegler Cashier
— Phone 553 —
MILLER'S BOOK STORE
SPALDING ATHLETIC GOODS
120 West Second Street
Seymour - - - Indiana
INTERSTATE PUBLIC SERVICE CO.
A. B. C. WASHER
EUREKA VACUUM CLEANER
Phone Main 499
: : : : : : : INDIANA
M. HUBER & BRO.
Seymour's Leading Shoe Store
BUHNER FERTILIZER CO.
PIANOS and PLAYERS
VOCALION PHONOGRAPHS and
Most Complete and Up-To-Date
Music Store in
ZENITH RADIO OUTFITS and
VAN DE WALLE MUSIC CO.
( Jomplete Line of
CARLSON HARDWARE CO.
THE JACKSON COUNTY LOAN
& & AND TRUST COMPANY & &
OUR SAVINGS DEPARTMENT PAYS
3 PER CENT COMPOUND INTEREST
Harry M. Miller, President J. V. Richart, 8& 'y-Treas.
J. B. Thompson, Vice-President T. S. Blisii, 2nd Vice-Pres.
Albert H. Ahlbrand, Chairman Board of Din dors
STYLES FOR EVERY MAN FROM 17 TO 70 YEARS
"They Keep You Looking Your Best"
A. STE1NWEDEL & SON
Seymour's Greatest Store for Men and Boys
F. J. VOSS
WE WISH TO THANK
THE SENIOR CLASS OF '23
FOR THEIR PAST PATRONAGE
PHOTOGRAPHS IN THIS BOOK
WERE MADE BY
M. R. PURLEE, Photographer
CLEAN AND COOL
OPEN ALL NIGHT
H. Chambers, Prop.
BAKE -RITE BAKERY
BUY A FORD and
SPEND THE DIFFERENCE
E. C. FRANZ CO.
Authorized Lincoln, Ford and
SEYMOUR : : : : INDIANA
If you want
a real Grand —
buy a PACKARD.
Hear the Grand
from us for the high
IT'S A Packard
THE GREATEST CRAM) VALUE
OF THEM ALL
E. H. HANCOCK MUSIC CO.
Opposite Intcrurban Station
SEYMOUR : : : INDIANA
N. MANCHESTER INDIANA 46962