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GENEALOGY 977.201 W59SO
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Dedication
We the Seniors dedicate this book to our beloved faculty, whose efforts we most highly appreciate.
Editorial Staff
ARTHUR HARDY, CLIFFORD MARYE, WESLEY GRAHAM, VERN GINGHER,
Editor in Chief Business Manager
Athletic Editor and Assistant Editor Joke Editor
SOUTH WHITLEY HIGH SCHOOL.
Our Kurultu.
MR. WELLS, SUPT.
MISS HOPKINS, PRIN.
MR. TANNER.
MISS FOOR.
"History of the South Whitley High School."
In considering the History of the South Whitley High School it is well to go back to the influence that made a demand for a school doing advanced work.
The leading people of South Whitley have always taken a keen interest in educational affairs and in promoting school interest.
Perhaps the early school history does not differ much from that of other pioneer schools, until the year (1866) when a brick school house was erected, that was a eredit to a country town. This buikling is now occupied by the Atoz Plant.
In this building the old Springfield Academy held its sessions, and students were attracted to this school from all parts of Whitley County, as well as surrounding coun- ties.
Later, in this building, Mr. G. M. Nabor, a graduate of the Indiana State Normal, graded the South Whitley school and laid the foundation for the present High School. During his superintendency the present school building was erceted in (1887), and in the same year a three-year High School course was established. Mr. Nabor deserves much credit for the efficient work he did in the South Whitley School. He was succeeded in
( 1888) by L. W. Price, a graduate of the Ada College of Ohio.
Mr. Price was a strong school man, and the school prospered in his hands. At this time the town was incor- porated and the school was directed by the Township Trustee. Dr. Merriman was Trustee at this time and was alive to educational interests, but for lack of funds was unable to give a long schcol term. Each year a select school was held to complete the year's work. Much credit is due the people, who uncomplainingly supported these schools. It shows the educational interest that has always been characteristic of the South Whitley people.
In the spring of (1890) Mr. Price resigned and was succeeded by J. D. Merriman, who finished the year's work in a ten weeks' select school. When Mr. Price left the Senior class numbered about fifteen. Only two of these remained to complete the course. They were Nettie Baker and Sadie Vaux, who have the honor of being the first graduates of the South Whitley High School. They graduated June 19, 1890. Thomas Marshall, our present Governor, delivered the class address. Mr. Merriman re- mained the following year, and in ( 1891) a class of nine graduated.
Mr. M. L. Galbreath was Dr. Merriman's successor in the office of Trustee and took a great interest in the South Whitley Schools. He secured Mr. Tapy for Super- intendent, and he proved to be the right man for the place. The school grew in interest and in numbers. Financial conditions improved and Mr. Galbreath became able to give a seven months' school. This was followed by a six weeks' select school.
In (1895) the town was incorporated, and the schools passed from the direction of the township trustee to that of a board composed of three members. The board was able to give an eight months' school, and later eight and a half months. The school numbered eighty some, and was given a four years' course of study.
In 1897 the High School was commissioned from the Indiana State University, thereby enabling its graduates to enter this and other colleges of equal rank, without ex- amination.
Eight classes graduated during Mr. Tapy's superintend- ency. In 1892 a class of two; in 1893 the class numbered six; 1894, seven; 1895, ten; 1896, six; 1897, sixteen; 1898, six; 1899, six.
O. H. Bowman succeeded Mr. Tapy, and in 1900 a class of ten graduated. In 1901, a class of six; 1902, fourteen; 1903, nine. The enrollment of the High School at this time exceeded ninety.
In the fall of 1903, Mr. Colbred took charge of the school. The school began with ninety-six in attendance,
more than a third of these dropped out, and since that time the school has numbered about the same as at the present time. In 1904 a class of ten graduated. In 1905, seven; in 1906, ten; 1907, ten. Mr. Strain, a graduate of Marietta College, succeeded Mr. Colbred.
In 1908 a class of nine graduated; in 1909, twelve; 1910, ten.
In the fall of 1910, our present superintendent, Mr. W. W. Wells, a graduate of the State Normal, took charge of the school, and in 1911 the graduating class numbered seven. The largest class that graduated from the South Whitley High School was the class of 1897, that numbered sixteen.
Comparing the numbers who have graduated during these years, it is significant to note, that although the school is not so large, the number who finish the course remains about the same. In 1896, 1898 and 1899 but six graduated. The lowest number, who have graduated since the school was reduced in size, is seven in 1905 and in 1911. While ten and twelve graduated in the other years. This shows the interest is rather increasing than otherwise. It speaks for our superintendents. The present members of the High School are fortunate in- deed. We belong to a school that can be proud of its records, a school that has steadily advanced until it ranks favorably with schools in larger places.
Since we entered the High School, the high standard has been maintained, and we can speak with justifiable
pride of our superintendents, Mr. Strain and Mr. Wells. Many able teachers have assisted in the building up and maintaining our High School, and are worthy of mention, but time forbids.
We can only congratulate ourselves upon the able
corps of teachers now in charge. As long as our present superintendent is with us, we feel all is well. Miss Hop- kins carries us onward as her name indicates, and if any of us need tanning, we have our Tanner.
SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS.
Briant Edwards President.
"A fellow of infinite jest and most excellent fancy."
President of class, Debating Club '11-'12. Base Ball, '11-'12. Basket Ball, '09-'10-'11-'12.
Arthur Hardy
Vice President.
"An eye like Mars to threaten and command."
Vice President of class. Edi- tor-in-Chief of Annual. Basket Ball '11-'12.
Lulu Howenstein
Secretary.
"Her smile, her manner, all who saw admired."
Secretary of class. Girls' Glee Club, '11-'12.
Wesley Graham, Treasurer.
"Brevity is the great charm of eloquence." Treasurer of class. Athletic editor and as- sistant editor of Annual. Cap- tain of Base Ball '11-'12. Basket Ball '09-'10-'11-'12. Debating Club, '11-'12. Orator at County Contest '11-'12.
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Elizabeth Smith-
"A silent girl who wore a look of wisdom from her birth."
Class Historian and poetess.
Vern Gingher-
"Slumber not in the tents of your neighbors."
Base Ball '11-'12. Joke edi- tor of Annual.
Elizabeth Havens- Bashfulness is an ornament of youth." Girls' Glee Club '11-'12. Basket Ball '11-'12.
Fern Miller-
Rich in the graces of the heart."
Debating Club '11-'12. Dis- cussion of County Contest '11- '12. Glee Club '11-'12.
Clifford Marye-
"I am Sir Orach, when I open my mouth, let no dog bark."
Octet at County Contest '11- '12. Business manager of An- nual.
Leona McConnell- "A blush is beautiful, but often inconvenient."
Girls' Glee Club, '11-'12. Basket Ball '11-'12.
CLASS HISTORY
S O I'm to write a history of that class which will soon, oh, too soon leave the school portals never to return. Soon our school days will be over and we will all go our ways out into the world. Some perhaps to win fame, who knows.
In the fall of 1908, one of the largest freshmen classes began their high school course. Well do I remember those first Latin lessons, those conjugations of verbs and the declensions of nouns. How hard we thought them then, but still we battled on. Those who composed our Freshman class of 1908, were as follows :
Lizzie Havens,
Harley Matson,
Vern Gingher,
Blanch Shorb,
Briant Edwards,
Glen Keppler,
Lloyd Hoblen,
Edna Lancaster,
Garnet Mann,
Wesley Graham, Fern Miller,
Donald Banks,
Leona McConnell,
Bessie Enos,
Lulu Howenstein,
Lucile Rittenhouse,
Lizzie Smith,
Marie Matson,
Arthur Hardy,
Marguerite Lancaster,
Elmer Gunnion, Joe Obenchain,
Mary Dimick, Russell Stout.
During this year our class was organized; Briant Ed- wards, being our president, Vern Gingher, secretary, and Arthur Hardy, vice-president. As the spring months drew near our class was greatly diminished.
At the beginning of the Sophomore year our class was quite a bit smaller, for Glen Keppler, Edna Lancaster, Garnet Mann, Donald Banks, Bessie Enos, Mary Dimick and Russell Stout, had departed.
This leaving a class of eighteen. It was during this year that we had the most of our troubles. The most seri- ous trouble being with Cæsar. Many times we thought that if we only had a pony our joys would be complete. Many of our classmates were unable to continue their work; those who left our ranks this year were: Blanch Shorb Harley Matson, Joe Obenchain, Elmer Gunnion, Marie Matson, Marguerite Lancaster, Lucile Rittenhouse.
Our Junior year passed swiftly without any serious tur- moils, and it was during this year that we starred in several plays. "The Corner Drug Store" being one in
which our clown, Vern Gingher, starred as the character, "Lem Pillsbury," who was continually testing the new patent medicines, trying to cure an imaginary illness. Then there was the Japanese Drill, in which the girls dressed in flowered kimonos with their wide flowing sashes and chrysanthemums, looking so like our oriental neighbors, that they were almost unrecognized.
At last the fall of nineteen hundred eleven dawned, and we found ourselves bearing the dignified name of Seniors. But we had lost from our ranks Lizzie Smith. Just after Christmas, Clifford Marye entered our class, and Lizzie Smith returned, increasing our class to the number of ten.
Our class was re-organized during this year; the officers being Briant Edwards, president; Wesley Graham, treas- urer and Lulu Howenstein, secretary. "The Merchant of Venice" was staged before Christmas with great success.
Oh, the busy days of our senior year, there being so much to be done ere we finish our course. Soon we will be scattered far and wide but as we turn the leaves of
our annual our thoughts will travel back to the dear S. W. H. S. as it was when we were schoolmates with no care or sorrow other than our own enjoyment and pleasure. Long and prosperous be the lives of the class of nineteen hundred and twelve. May it be an honor to the dear old S. W. H. S. and the navy blue and white is my wish.
Farewell dear senior year farewell,
Farewell to those to whom you are dear, Farewell again I repeat,
For alas you do seem sweet,
And Oh! how I love that name,
That started us on to fame.
And as days and years roll by,
And we have gained a place
In the wide world's eye,
We may look back o'er life
And remember the ending of our strife,
Farewell, Oh! Senior year, Farewell!
CLASS
PROPHECY
One cold drizzly day in November as I was sitting alone, discouraged with all my surroundings, I was guilty of idly dreaming things uncommon to human life. I longed for something different, I knew not what, neither did I care, so long as it meant a change. While I was thus thinking I heard strange voices, which were those of the three Fates: Atropas, Lachesis and Clatho. They sat near Pluto's throne, the younger spinning the thread of life, in which the bright and dark lines were intermingled. The second twisted it; and under her fingers it was now strong, now weak :
"Twist ye, twine ye ! even so,
Mingle shades of joy and woe,
Hope, and fear, and peace and strife, In this thread of human life." -Scott.
The third sister armed with a huge pair of shears re- morsefully cut short the thread of life,-an intimation that another soul would ere long find its way down into the dark kingdom of Hades.
After listening to the twice repeated words, I started up, but could not move, for they said, "You have been guilty of the worst crime on earth, that of idly dreaming
and not being satisfied with you work in life. Your punishment will be that you are to come to the under world and take the place of the thread cutter." My first thought was to rebel, but the idea had no sooner entered my mind, than I was snatched from my chair and was soon in the dark dismal place, being taught my future occupa_ tion.
After I had been here several months, and had my work thoroughly learned, I came across a bright thread which seemed finer than the previous ones, and after close ob- servation I saw, through the dim light, that it was one of my former classmates. This inspired me to wind it care- fully and notice every inch, that I might know exactly what my friend was doing. It was Wesley Graham, now president of the United States. The union was in its golden age, when every one was happy. I could hardly determine the length of that thread but was finally forced to clip it, leaving the president to enjoy an honored old age.
For some days after this I worked with strained efforts, for I longed to see the sunlight and hear the sound of earthly voices. But there was nothing like rest for me,
as Pluto was near watching and strictly enforcing all his rules and regulations. But, as week after week went by I was more enthusiastic and noticed the threads more closely. It was then that I saw a long thread more in the form of a chain, than of single twisted fibers. Its peculiar weave attracted my attention and I longed to know its history, but with the cruel eyes watching me I began to think it was impossible, but at that instant one of the links caught in a rough place on the wheel, and, notwithstand- ing the searching glances I learned the history of that soul while loosening it. It proved to be my old friend Vern Gingher. The links signified a change of scene, which seemed in this case to be a life, first here and then there. He was a foreign missionary, who travelled from place to place preaching the gospel to all nations, and converting many souls. But, here I had taken "the last link from the projection and was forced to pass on to the next, which was a bright golden cord that was easily read. It was another of my classmates, Fern Miller, who was preparing a debate on the subject "Resolve that the United States should recognize Germany as a republic." She had hitched her wagon to a star," and met with victory in the end.
From this time on, for months and even years I heard nothing of my former friends. I was also very tired of the dreary task, that of measuring the life of others, but happened to think of the old saying, "After rain comes sunshine," and my hopes brightened, but here I had a
large stout cord in my shears that I could not cut. Its peculiar appearance, and tough flexible texture attracted my attention. The king I noticed was nodding and there- fore I made a great effort to trace its source, which led me to the icy regions of the far north. I could see a man warmly dressed in fur, who seemed exceedingly happy about some new discovery. It was Arthur Hardie who had just found the North Pole, and was standing on the exact spot contemplating his reception, as he came back with the important news. Oh! how I longed to witness the excitement, but here Pluto, awoke and I resumed my task.
The following day I noticed two threads together which proved to be Lizzie Havens and Leona McConnell, who were completing their senior year at the Great German College. After the commencement of 1912 they had con- tinued school life and were received into the world's best institution. They had not allowed their advanced career to elevate them; but were still common and friendly to all. Here Pluto tapped me on the head and said, "Hasten on there are many others."
As the night drew on which was scarcely darker than the day, I longed for sleep, but there was a thread in my fingers that gleamed and sparkled in the darkness. It seemed jeweled with bright gems through which I could see the name, Lulu Howenstine, plainly written. She had become heir to a large amount of money and was spend- ing her life in doing good for others. She made clothes
and bought books for the poor, and willingly taught the orphan children, who danced with joy when they saw her smiling face. But here was the end of the shining chord and I must take the next which was a short black fiber followed by one as white and clear as a crystal. White seemed to denote something great, and I longed to know what it might be, and here my wishes were granted, for I read in the transparent substance that Clifford Marye had invented the Steam Turbine, from which he was reaping a bountiful harvest.
I now knew what all my classmates were doing except Briant Edwards, but early the next morning I measured his thread which told that he was one of the greatest writers the world had yet produced. His home was in
Washington, D. C., where he had first decided upon his vo- cation, and where he was visited by all the prominent men of the day. He had made several trips across the ocean to various regions of beautiful scenery, and had written them so vividly that one felt himself looking upon the pretty landscapes all over the world.
And, yet, I was still in the damp dismal place, the very thought of which made me tremble and longed to be back on earth. My fingers became stiff and I could not use my shears. This made Pluto very angry and he stepped for- ward, grabbed my arm, and I awoke finding myself safe in my own little room.
Lizzie Smith.
SCHOOL DAYS
Ah! well I remember that bright autumn day, When round about Whitley came classmates gay. Year in and year out we have been at the head And borne without flinching, what others most dread. Until after long study we needed repose, Ere we met in life's struggle our numberless foes. The students well knew we were best all the while Our hardships we love with a bright, happy smile, For Honor was with us and under her eye Each one was determined to do or to die.
As freshmen each one nobly did his own part, For he knew it was best as it lay near his heart. Each day we grew wiser, and sought to admire Glory, which wisdom does ever inspire.
When sophomores we really made friends of our foes And gladly we do this as onward life goes, For it is the way of this long path of life, Lessons are long for we must often face strife. And when Juniors we worked with such diligent grace And went walking along at that measured out pace, But near the close of that short happy year We gladly glanced back with a good hearty cheer. Now as Seniors we look o'er these four years with pride, And see how we gain as the years onward glide, Yet now gladly we go from this room, out to work With hearts light and happy, no task will we shirk.
-Lizzie Smith.
THE ALTAR OF RICHES
CAST OF CHARACTERS.
Charles Wilberforce
Samuel Thornton
Thomas Seward
Robert Fitzgerald
Walker -
Gwendolyn Mordaunt Austin
Lucile Harcourt
Harriet Bosworth
Maria Stanford
Elizabeth Smith.
Madeline
Leona McConnell.
SYNOPSIS
Wesley Graham. Briant Edwards. Clifford Marye. Arthur Hardy. Verne Gingher. Lulu Howenstine. Elizabeth Havens. Ferne Miller.
Gwendolyn Mordaunt Austin, daughter of Philip Austin, a Wall Street operator, goes to the White Mountains in- cognito to spend her summer vacation. She is accom- panied by Lucille Harcourt, a novelist and her friend.
The latter is directed by her publishers to write a novel based upon the subject of American finance and Gwen- dolyn suggests that a suitable hero for the novel be found and studied. Charles Wilberforce, a financial king, is staying at the same hotel, and in pursuance of the plan to make him the hero of Miss Harcourt's novel, Gwendolyn enters into an agreement with Wilberforce to engage in a stock battle on Wall Street with him.
Unaware that Gwendolyn is the daughter of Philip Aus- tin, the Copper King, upon whose downfall he is resolved, he enters into the spirit of the occasion and prepares to give Gwendolyn and Lucille salutary lessons in the meth- ods of American financiers. He declines to reveal the identity of his Wall Street opponent to Gwendolyn and she is in consequence unaware that she has arrayed her- self against her own father and is assisting to ruin him. She receives a message from her father that he has a con- test on his hands which might end in his downfall. Gwendolyn begins to suspect and she discovers from Wil- berforce that he is determined to corner copper.
Driven to despair by the knowledge that her father is
Wilberforce's victim, Gwendolyn plans to save him even though she be forced to violate the confidence of Wilber- force and sacrifice his love. She leases the telegraph wires in the hotel and manipulates Wilberforce's tele- grams to Wall Street with the result that Wilberforce loses his battle and her father wins. Wilberforce learns
the truth and spurns Gwendolyn when she reveals herself to him as the daughter of his Wall Street foe. He later realizes the sublimity of her conduct and renews his avowals of love for the woman who, obeying the prompt- ings of filial love and duty, had vanquished him. Their betrothal follows and all ends happily.
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Calendar for Commencement Week
Sunday, May 5, at 7:30 p. m. Methodist Church Class Sermon-E. S. Riley.
Thursday, May 9, at 8:15 p. m. High School Auditorium "THE ALTAR OF RICHES," A Comedy of American Finance, in Four Acts. Cast of Characters.
Samuel Thornton Thomas Seward Robert Fitzgerald
Charles Wilberforce Wesley Graham. Briant Edwards. Clifford Marye. Arthur Hardy. Walker Vern Gingher. Gwendolyn Mordaunt Austin Lulu Howenstine. Lucile Harcourt Elizabeth Havens. Harriet Bosworth Ferne Miller. Maria Stanford Elizabeth Smith. Madeline Leona McConnell.
Scene-A Hotel in the White Mountains. Time-The Present Time.
Act I-Parlor in Summer Hotel. Morning. The Com- pact.
Act II-Gwendolyn's Apartment. Afternoon. The Dispatch.
Act III-Same as Act II. Next morning. The Battle. Act IV-Same as Act I. Next day. The Judgment. Friday, May 10, at 8:15. Class Address
High School Auditorium.
George H. Tapy. - Orchestra.
Music
Presentation of Diplomas.
Presentation of Bibles.
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PAST REMINISCENCES.
T 'HIS page is dedicated to the Underclassmen.
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JUNIOR CLASS ROLL
Lloyd Holben,
Clela Sonder-Pres.
Edna Austin, Nina Harshbarger,
Iva Ward-Treas.,
Galen Reiff-Vice Pres.
Douglas Swartz,
Freda Rubrake,
Freda Gingher,
Ellis Miller,
Marie Matson,
Mary Miller,
Russel Bowdy.
Class Colors-Copenhagen Blue and Orange.
Flower-Sweet Peas.
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JUNIOR CLASS.
SOPHOMORE CLASS
Keith Glassley, President.
Fern Johnson, Secretary.
Paul Cook, Vice-President.
Ernest Jewell,
Gale Blain,
Robert Reed,
Martha Miller,
Robert Harley,
Ada Smith,
Effie Albright,
Carper Hathaway,
Clellah Lee,
Hugo Fox,
Boyd Sickafoose,
Eugene Edwards.
Class Colors-Brown and White.
Class Flower-Lily of the Valley.
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SOPHOMORE CLASS.
FRESHMAN CLASS
The Motto :- Hode non Cras. "Today, not Tomorrow."
Lillian McConnell, President. Esther Miller, Vice-President. Addie Keel, Treasurer. Pauline Oberhoulser, Secretary.
Leonard Slagle,
Leah Long, Addie Keel,
Grace Snell,
Willie Sivits,
Cora Rubrake,
Frank Dimick,
Gerald Homer,
Esther Miller,
Pauline Oberhoulser,
Lillian McConnell
Cameron Yagle,
Lee Nickolas,
Garnet Ghoff,
Clifton Shriver,
Edna Harshman,
Georgia Slagle,
Kaler Swartz,
Ray Stump, Carl Reed.
Class Colors-Old Gold and Royal Purple.
Class Flower-The Pansy.
FRESHMEN CLASS.
ORCHESTRA.
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Robert Harley, Cameron Yagel, Lloyd Holben,
Velma Foor, Alice Marye, Eugene Glassley,
Genevieve Hopkins, Herbert Harley, Ellis Miller,
Boyd Sickafoose, Prof. W. W. Wells.
GLEE CLUB.
Leona McConnell, Lulu Howenstein, Fern Miller, Martha Miller, Alice Marye, Lizzie Havens,
Leah Long, Freda Gingher, Addie Keel, Esther Miller, Clella Sonder, Marie Matson,
Pauline Oberhoulser, Georgia Slagle, Velma Foor, Lillian McConnell, Edna Harshman, Gale Blaine,
Chellah Lee, Genevieve Hopkins, Effie Albright, Fern Johnson.
Girls' Basket Ball Team
This High School has been singularly fortunate this year in having a Girls' Basket Ball team; this having been their first attempt at the game.
There was such keen interest taken in the game, by both the players and by the spectators, that there is much talk of having a team next year.
The excellent team work of the girls was due largely to the hard work of their coach, Miss Hopkins. Beside the team work, there was much brilliant individual work done by the girls, and it seemed as though they were naturally stars.
ROSTER.
Clela Souder,
L. F.
Freda Gingher,
R. F.
Alice Marye,
C.
Leona McConnell,
L. G.
Fern Johnson,
R. G.
Lizzie Havens,
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