The Syracuse Journal, Volume 20, Number 51, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 19 April 1928 — Page 1

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SYRACUSE HIGH SCHOOL NOTES Items of Interest Concerning Our High School Written for The Syracuse Journal. Examinations were held Wednesday and Thursday and Friday and Saturday will be used for grading papers and making out reports. The third, fourth and fifth grade pupils in town will come after their cards at 3:30 Friday. The sixth, seventh, eighth, ininth, tenth, eleventh and twelfth grades will come after their cards at four o’clock Saturday. No busses will come in Friday and the cards of all pupils who ride in busses will be mailed Saturday. For this week the Ginger Gem is: “I will not say things about my friends teachers, or their methods. If I cannot say anything good about them, I will say nothing. I vtill keep in mind that these little things are like chickens; they come home to roost. Henceforth, I shall take a good grip on the joy of life, play like a gentleman, and fight against nothing so hard 1 as my own weaknesses.” This paragraph contains much thought for every girl and boy of the high school and it would be a creed worth owning. Last Thursday evening the Sophomore classy sponsored by Mr. Druckamiller, enjoyed a picnic on the banks of Papakeechie lake. After the supplies were reinforced everyone appeared to be perfectly at ease and the class was favored with several demonstrations by Mr. Druckamiller. The remainder of the evening was, spent at Flemings’, where, it is needless td say, everyone had a good time. The first eight grades and the high school held an exhibit Friday afternoon at the high school ; building. The manual training class, the home economics classes, and the art class exhibited many articles of excellent workmanship. All of the lower grade rooms’were lined with work that had been saved during the year. Many parents visited the exhibit. The following book reviews have been given before the Senior English class: Sol Miller, “The Country Cousin,” by Booth Tarkington and Julian Street; Natheta Sloane, * ‘The Doll’s Hbuse,” by Hendrik Ibsen; Helen Leacock, “The Mad Carews,” by Martha Ostenso. Last Saturday evening Miss Stuckman entertained the Freshmen class 'at we home of Dean Grady. Thirteen members were present. The class had planned a picnic ,but due to the weather .the evening was spent indoors. Miss Hamman entertained the girls of the physical training class, last Monday afternoon, at “The Sign of the Kettle.” A delightful lunch of cocoa, sandwiches, ice cream and cake was served to the girls. The members of the Sophomore class are planning to attend the skating-rink at Milford Thursday evening. Each member of the class has the privilege of inviting one guest to accompany the party. The students who received X’s for the last two weeks will make up their time each evening until Friday , then they will come at the regular school time and remain until their time i§ Up. One of the questions on a General History examination was, “What does A. E. F. mean?” On one paper was the following answer: “A. E. F. means Americans Entering France.” It has been reported that Miss Eunice Wyatt spends her leisure time serenading Miss Leila Connolly with the song, “I’ve Got the Mumps!” And—speaking in slang; “It won’t be long now!” MASONS MEET There will be a regular meeting of Syracuse Lodge No. 454, F & A. ML, Monday evening,, Apri] 23. The Master Mason degree will be conferred upon one can didate and all Master Masons art requested to attend. . > a' " Z

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Syracuse Library Notes When Janet reads Hans Andersen, Or Grimm or Peter Pan, why then The world where daughters sweep and sew And cook and knit, is gone—and 10, The age of magic blooms again, When Janet reads! The dragon flames within his den, Princesses masquerade as men, And to the sky the beanstalks grow When Janet reads! From many and many a golden pen These visions come before her ken: Then wonder —wide her brown eyes glow—“Oh, Daddy, is it really so? And did the tailor kill all ten?” When Janet reads’ The summer reading club will ; begin itts work next week. The club’s purpose is to encourage a ; little reading during the summer months. The rules of the club are : • Each child who enters must, read 10 books if he or she desires a diploma for their reading at the end of the vacation. For each book read a silver star will be placed opposite the child’s name which will appear on the bulletin board in the li- : brary. A gold star for the tenth. Each child will be asked a few questions on the books read so that the librarian may be sure they were really completed. i No child who enters need com- i plete the course unless he so desires. No fees. ’ < New books— j Mays—Mother India Mukerji—A Son of Mother India < Answers i Cannon —Red Rust i Kaye-Smith—lron and Smoke • ! Martin —The Lie Lawrence —Revolt in the Desert ] Gather —Death comes for the ; Arch-bishop j 1 Last week’s story hour atten- j dants: Martha and Katherine Kern, Gertrude; Edna and Agnes Fleming, Christine Kline, Kathryn Mabie, Betty and Katy Hughes, Jeanne White, Marion Byland, Mary Ellen Pletcher, Freida Foust, and Marjorie Slabaugh. Beginning April 23 the library hours will be changed. Library open from one until five-thirty every day with the exception of Sunday. The Evening hours will remain the same, every Monday Wednesday and Saturday from nine. Meredith Nicholson counts the Indianapolis Public Library as one of the sltrong influences in his life, acquainting him with the best people in books, and teaching him the purest and best English. Mary, Mary, brisk as a fairy, How are your pinks and peas? With hints I took from a library book They’re flourishing fine as you please. Q—CLASS PLAY A SUCCESS The three-act play presented by the Senior class of the Syracuse high school Friday and Sat-‘ urday evenings at the Community building was highly successful from every standpoint. There was a good attendance on both occasions. \ The cast, which consisted of Helen Leacock, Charles Bachman, Ray McClintic, Thelma Geyer, Prentice Kindig, Mabel Miller, Natheta Sloan, Emery Ketring, E. Sol Miller, Maxwell Brower, Erin Fleming, Maxine Jenkins,. Armond Klingaman, Henry Godshalk and Orville Auer, is to be congratulated on the manner in which they handled their parts. Excellent music was furnished by the high school orchestra. Between acts several vocal numbers were rendered by four daughters > and’ one son of Rev. and Mrs. W. > G. Wyatt. o ’ COMMENCEMENT The commencement exercises :■ of the Syracuse high school will be held at the Community building Friday evening, April 20, at 7:30. Prof. Charles W. Whitman of Greensburg will deliver the - address to the graduating class. —O 1 “The Bough Riders,” Para- » mount’s big Super-special at Cry- - stal, Ligonier, next week, Tues--5 day, Wednesday, and Thursday, April 24, 25 and 29. v

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BACCALAI REATE SERVICES HELD LAST SUNDAY The Methodist Episcopal church was filled to overflowing last Sunday evening at the Baccalaureate services. After the rendition of several songs by the seventh and eighth grade chorus, Rev. R. G. Foust delivered the baccalaureate sermon to the graduating class, as follows: It affords me no little pleasure to have the opportunity to speak! to this most excellent graduation cl&ss Text: What shall I do, Lord? The words are from the Apostle Paul. This man was confronted with his Lord on the way to Damascus and convertedHe was then ready to offer his life in service. It was the morning of a new day in Paul’s life. He asks the question of the morning, “What shall I do, Lord?” The rising of each morning’s sun throws light upon a new day with opportunities and privileges responsibilities and duties. Each morning it is well for us to ask this important question, “What shall I do, Lord?” Life has many mornings. Each calendar day has its morning. We rise from our slumbers looking out upon a new day. Regardless of our success or failure in the preceding day we face the responsibility of the new inorning. There is no better way to begin the new day than to ask the question, “What shall I do, Lord?” Life is divided into several periods, each of which has its morning. There is first the period of infancy when our course is marked out by our parents. Wt are entirely helpless and dependent, unable to choose for ourselves. In a few years we find ourselves facing a new day. When most of us were about six years old we found that on a certain September morning we were taken by the hand and led to the public school. Some of us were anxious, some were timid, and some, no doubt, were rebellious, but we went to school. It was < the beginning of a day. ; At the end of the grade school < there comes another morning, that of the high school course. Some fail to accept this opportunity and drop out, but you who have come to your graduation have labored on through that day and finished its work. Your graduation brings to you your high school commencement, and you now face the morning of another day. Let each jnember of this class seriously ask this question,* “What shall I do, Lord?” In choosing life’s course, in deciding upon life’s work and in planning your further education, this is an important question. As those graduating from the high school, you have received the best the local community has been able to give you. The community has provided you with a building and teachers; your teachers have given you the best they know how to give. The entire community has a personal interest in you and warfts to see you succeed. The community has given its best. It is now expecting you to give your best to the world. If you are going to make a success in life you must have a definite purpose, you must fix your course and then adhere to it. You must plan your w6rk and work yoqr plan. Aim high! If you miss the moon, you may hit a star. Life will yield to you what you demand of it if you are content with what each day brings, so long you will nott be successful. How true it is when the poet said, \ I bargained with life for a penny, Andiife would pay no more, However I begged at evening When I counted my scanty score. For life is a just employer, He gives you what you ask, But once you have set the wages, Why, you must bear the task. I worked for a menial’s hire, i Only to learn dismayed, That any wage I had asked of life, Life would have paid. So definite must be your purpose that nothing be allowed to ; discourage you. I The doors of opportunity for • service are always open. You ; cannot fail if you nobly do. your i duty. Longing is the germ, etf- > fort is the cultivation, arid success is the harvest. Keep the springs of your pur- . pose always wound up, never let . them get run down. . One morning a little lad ob- , served that the big clock was striking the hour very slowly,

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and heard his father remark. “Sounds as if the striking part of the clock was nearly run down.” , The little lad not only saw him wind it, but he did not forget. The following Sunday morning when his father was reading the paper, the little lad’s mother came in and inquired if he was going to church. He replied, very slowly, “O, I suppose so.” The little lad eyed him as he I remarked. “Daddy, it sounds as if the meeting side of you was nearly run down.” The father, throwing the paper aside said, “Maybe it is, son, but we’ll wind it up again and get a little stronger movement. Neither clocks nor people are of much use when the springs that ought to keep them going are neglected. Keep these two Latin words in mind, “Restart rubigora”—“To rest is to rust.” Members of the graduation class, never let the springs of your purpose run down- if you are going to make a success in life. The first and most important duty of the day is something like a soldier coming to his commander for orders. A good soldier does not ask for favors. He is not seeking an easy place. He does not argue about the task being difficult and dangerous. He listens to the orders, salutes and wheels about marching to his task, and does his work without flinching. Paul often compared the Christian’s life to that of a soldier. He practiced what he preached. He began his own experience by facing his Heavenly Commander and asking for orders, as a good soldier. As graduates of the high school you are no doubt beginning to realize that new questions present themselves to you from day to day. Your future largely depends upon the answer you give, to these questions. It is well at th s morning of a new day in your life, to give attention to the question of what to do with your life. I want to commend one to you who can help us more than any other to decide what should be made <af our It> is the Christ. ? We are not to consider merely what we would like to do, but above all other voices we should listen to the “still small voice” which calls us and follow the leading of that voice. What is Christ’s plan for your life? His plan for each individual! is different. As God has mgde no two leaves alike,, so he has made no two human beings alike. We should each seek to be our own true selves developed to the highest possible standard of efficiency. The architect plans and the contractor builds. Together they erect a great building. As the Divine architect makes the plan, so may we build the life. In the morning of life is the time to ask the question, “What shall I do, Lord?” In the evening it will be toelate. Many a life has failed because the individual failed to ask the imporant question, or perhaps failed to find the answer. Your success, your happiness, your real value to the world depends upon this question aaid its answer. At the morning of your commencement you should look to the Lord of life and ask, “What shall I do?” (This poem was written by the speaker and is dedicated to the Syracuse Graduating Class of 1928.) The Class of Nineteen. Hundred Twenty-eight, A promising class of twenty-two, They have toiled their way Through the endless day To make life worth while for you. May they give to the world a better 'life By the knowledge that has been given, That may make this world, a world for God, And a life worthwhile for living. Eleven girls and eleven boys, This'graduation brings to view, And colors so fair, you’ll find nowhere, Like the school’s the gold and bide. The colors of the class;, Remaining to be told, So wisely have they chosen them The lovely green and gold. Today we give all honors due To the class we love so well, And wish success to be their lot. Wherever they may dwell. (To the class) Whatever may be your path, . Remaining to be trod, i May you face without dismay, , A future full of God.

GEORJ3E D. BARTHOLOMEW After a lingering illness of { about three months, George D. I Bartholomew, one of our old and I respected citizens, passed away. Death was caused by a ruptured tumor. George Darwin Bartholomew was born in Stark county, Ohio, September 18, 1860, and died April 15, 1928, aged 67 years, 6 months and 27 days. He was the third and youngest child of Benjamin and Elizabeth Bartholomew all of whom have preceded him to the spirit world. He came with his parents to Indiana when he was a year old, where they settled in Turkey Creek township, Kosciusko tyGrowing to manhood he helped his father clear the land and split the rails to build the fences on the little farm which was to be their home. \ He was united in marriage to Flora Melvina Fore, Dec. 25, 1881. To this union were bom two children, Mrs. Sailie Druckamiller of this city and a son, Clyde Bartholomew, of New Paris .i After the death of his father he looked about him for a chance to better his condition, but his aged mother declined to leave the old home so he remained near her until her death in 1903. In 1904 he moved to New Paris where he prospered as a farmer for nine years, at the end of which time his faithful wife was called from him by death. Seeing the uselessness of carrying on without her, he decided to move back to Syracuse so that he might spend his declining years with his old friends he knew in his youth. He made several trips into the west, hunting and fishing in the mountains he loved. On August 22, 1917, he was united in marriage the second time, to Rosa Juday, who was also devoted and faithful, nursing him tenderly during his last illness and who remains, with one daughter, one son, five grandchildren, one great-grandchild, and many relatives and friends to mourn his departure. Sunset and» evening 'Star;' And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep A Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. —Alfred Tennyson. Funeral services were held at -the M. E. church Tuesday afternoon, Riev. Fred R. Hill, pastor of the M.i E. church at Milford, officiating. Interment in the Syracuse cemetery. Members of the local Knights of Pythias lodge, of which the deceased was a long and faithful member, attended the funeral in a body. Officers of the lodge conducted«#ie burial rites at the grave. The pallbearers were: C. C. Bachman, George Sargent, .William Darr, E E Strieby, A. W. Strieby and Sheldon Harkless. Card of Thafiiks We wish to thank all of our neighbors and friends, and all those who in any way contributed floral offerings during the sickness and death of our husband and father, G. D. Bartholomew. To the K. of P. lodge, the W. C. T. U. and the Methodist church, we wish also to express our grateful thanks and appreciation for the floral pieces they contributed. Mrs. G. D. Bartholomew and family. o ALUMNI NOTICE Those who desire ways to the Tavern for the Alumni banquet Saturday night should* call 819, so that arrangements may be made for a special way if enough people have no way to go. Will those persons having extra car room also please call 819 so that we can provide ways for those who haven’t any without hiring a hack, if possible? Rebecca Fleming, President. ■ ——o —" “What Price Glory,” a masterpiece from every angle. See it tonight at Crystal, Ligonier.

FARM BUREAU MEEMNO The Turkey Creek 1 farm btireau meeting held in the i school house on Tuesday evening was a success, both in point of interest and as a social get-to-gether affair. A short business period proved of interest to those present, and was followed by a program, composed of readings and vocal numbers and a one-act play, entitled “Just Like a Woman.” The cast of characters were Mr. and Mrs Gerald Bushong. Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Beck and Mr. and Mrs. Leander Yoder. The theme of the play was that a farmer his wife had decided to leave the farm and move to the city to live with their son. A great discussion took place when the time came to part with the household goods and the stock on the farm. The nearer the time came to leave the farm the more they decided they could not part with the privileges they were used to enjoying, and because there was no “Farm Bureau” organization in the city, they decided to remain on the old home farm. Short talks were given by different members of the organization on subjects and problems of interest to the farmer. The county secretary, Mr. Neff, of Milford, was present and presented a number of topics of interest to the fair sized audience present. Following the meeting, delicious refreshments, consisting of ice cream and cake, were served. o COMMITTED SUICIDE Thomas Hendrickson, age 58 years, took his life by shooting himself through the heart, Thursday night at 9 o’clock at the home of his daughter. Mrs. James Gilbert, two miles northwest of North Webster. Mr. Hendrickson had been in very poor health for some time, suffering with heart trouble, which was thought to have caused him to commit the fatal act. He had lived at the Gilbert home for some time. He leaves a daughter, Mrs. Gilbert one son, who also lived at the Gilbert home, thrbe 'brothers and one sister. Funeral services were held Saturday afternoon with interment at the North Webster cemetery. i l o THEATRE OWNER FINED A jury in the Kosciusko circuit court, late on Wednesday afternoon, returned a verdict of guilty in the case of the State against Frank Parrish, operator of the Comus Theatre- at Milford, on a charge of Sunday desecration. The fine was fixed at $lO. n This was the third time that Mr. Parrish was brought to trial in circuit court for operating his picture show on Sunday. At the first trial he was convicted and at the second trial he was acquitted. About thirty other similar charges against him are on the circuit court docket, each being for the operation of his show on a different Sunday. o ROUND TABLE CLUB Mrs. C. R. Hollett was hostess to the Round Table club last Thursday evening. A double program was enjoyed, one pregram, which belonged to a previous meeting, was merged with the program of Thursday evening. Mrs. 0. G. Carr’s number on “Arbor Day” was very interesting. Mrs. Hollett’s subject on “Literature for Children” was also instructive and interesting. o POSTPONED The poultry play, “The Bad Egg,”- which was to have been given in the basement of the library, April 20, has been postponed to Monday, April 23. Remember the change. It was necessary to change the date on account of the Commencement exercises being held next Friday, Aprijl 2Q.i — o DIVORCE GRANTED Owen R. Strieby was granted a divorce in the circuit court by Judge L. W' Royse froip, his wife, was married January 27, 1923, Laron L. Strjeby. The couple and separated January 24, 1928. The woman was given her maiden name, Laron L. Murphy. o 0. Ei S. The Eastern Star Chapter will meet on Wednesday evening, April 25. A good attendance is desired, o The man who keeps his head level will never lose it.

THINGS TO THINKABOUT Review of Things by the Editor As He Sees Them on * the Surface. How Do You Read? “Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are," kas cried a publicist so often that he has coined a household axiom. Well might another say: “Tell me what you read and I will tell you what you are.” The mind is the house in which we live more ruly than is the body. If we furnish the mind garishly we must live in a garish house. .If we furnish the mind carelessly, we must live in a slovenly house. If we take our mental furniture only from tfie past, we shall live in the past alone. If we take it only from the faddish notions of the preserit we shall live amid fads and foibles, which vanish e’er we know them. But if, on the other hand, our mental diet is balanced, comprised of the foods tested by time and sauced and spiced by the piquancy of the present, we may live a balanced, ordered life. We can with impunity pour poisons and dark, wild disordered thoughts into our minds no „ more than we can day after day find strength and hearth from spurious foods, hastily prepared, indigestible. To read well, read discriminatingly, widely, thoroughly. What we read becomes part ° and parcel of us. Don't Care for Ducks She wrote to a poultry journal that poultry raising was much to her liking, and wondered how long the hen should remain on the eggs. The editor wrote. ‘ “Three weeks for chickens and four weeks for ducks.” Later she wrote to the poultry journal as follows: “Many thanks for your advice about the setting hen. She remained on the nest th/ee <veeks, and at he end of that time there were no chickens hatched. As I did not care for ducks, I took her off the nest and sold the eggs.” t ’ Next! “There’s no getting around it —there’s one guy you have to take your hat off to.” “Who’s that?” “The barber.” The dog who dropped his bonein the water because the reflection looked so much bigger, must have been some relation to the folks who send to Chicago and New York to buy goods. After having reflecited on the burdens and anxieties carried by the president of the United States, most of us in Syracuse have chosen not to run for that office this year. They say Ford’s made a lady out of Lizzie now, but gee whiz, it surely takes some time to convert some folks; at best. Advertising your business builds it up and adds to it. And advertising your troubles will do the same thing. With the coming of the gasoline station and the plain touring car, the plain girl has passed out of American life. It’s fair enough. The woman without a fur coat suffers out* * , doors; the woman who- has one suffers indoors. A farmer friend declares that the lay oi» the spring poet doesn’t interest him as much as the spring hen. A number of folks delight in slinging mud, but we prefer the man who slings the “bull” every time. A witty fellow says it used to be “kiss and make up.” Now it’s kiss the makeup. So far the physicians haven’t reported a single case of spring fever. This is the time of year when men go back to knee pants. You can’t uplift people by sitting down on them. This Week’s Puzzle Puller The question: Do you think the autos are ruining the younger generation? •so;nv Suiunu si uorpuaue#

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