Alton High School - Tatler Yearbook (Alton, IL)

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TATLER Three years last September when we, the present Seniors, entered the portals of A. H. S., many remarked that we were the greenest class that ever entered the school. We’ll admit that we were green then, but, not without good reason, for, we grew to be the very flower of Alton High School. During our Freshman and Sophomore years we studied hard and paid no heed to the jeers of the upper classmen, but, at the beginning of our junior year we awoke to our importance and began to take part in the school activities, both social and athletic, and, please note some of our achievements. We published the most successful annual (with the exception of this one, of course) in the history of the school. Our Junior Play was beyond all criticism, and financially was a raving success. Our Senior year, while not quite so eventful was, nevertheless, of the utmost importance because we were the leaders of the school. Throughout the whole of our Senior year the entire school began to realize our value. Have you ever stopped to realize what the school will lose when we graduate? Let’s enumerate! It will lose, seventy-six incomparable students who compose the June Class of 1922. Some members of the 1921 football team. Two of the varsity basket-ball players. The best cheer leader the school ever had. A noted mathematician. (H. D.) A good Jazz orchestra. A beautiful ballet dancer. (R. S.) The best looking girls in the high school and many other persons of note which space will not permit us to mention. The loss, however, is not all on the side of the school, for we also will lose: AIL opportunities to converse in the study hall. Chances to annoy our teachers. (The girls will lose) the idol of their adoration Mr. Johnny Mac Wherter. Many “intimate” friends, both male and female, in the lower classes. Our dear and esteemed friend, B. C. And saddest of all we lose our exalted, and dignified position as Seniors, which we exercised to the utmost on all occasions, and which we are now forced to concede to the oncoming Seniors. W. M. N. 22 30

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t JOHN SCHULENBURG— Football, ’19, ’20, ’21 Capt Football, ’21 Basket Ball, ’20, ’21, ’22 Base Ball, ’22 Students Council DOROTHY COLON1US— Rooters’ Club EMILY McPHILLIPS— Junior Play, ’21 Senior Play, ’22 OLIVA DEPENDAHL — Girls Declamation Club Truth is said to be stranger than fiction; it is to some folks. Miss Mulliner to Helen Trevillion in Botany class: “Helen, when I’m explaining anything 1 wish you would look at me.” “But Miss Mulliner, I can’t stare at you, it hurts my eyes.” “Were you and Daddy good boys when I was gone?” asked the mother. “Oh yes mother,” replied the child. “And did you treat the nurse respectfully?” “I should say we did!” “And did you kiss her good night every evening?” “I should say we did.” She—“They say that you have two hundred and fifty odd Freshmen this year.” He—“Yes, every one of them is.” 29

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