Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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Class Will We, the Senior Class, of the Auburn High School, Stale l Nebraska, being of sound mind and disposing memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills, bequests and devises of whatever nature by us made. 1. To Miss Wellhausen, Varro Clarke’s guiltless expression. 2. To Miss Morse, all the time wasted by Wylie May in English class. 3. To Miss Nelson, Rex Gage’s position as debating instructor. 4. To Miss McGrew, all the pages and paragraphs left unstudied by Carl Brown. 5. To Miss Peterson, the relief of not having a certain group of upper-classmen in her Commei’cial Grography class next year. (i. To Dayton Maclay, John Broady’s position as a basket ball star. 7. To Mr. Carpenter, all the cigarette-butts left on the school grounds by the Seniors. 8. To Helen Frary, Lois Ord’s position at the piano. (Make it snappy, Helen). 9. To Edith Snider, all the powder that Audrey did not get to use. (You won’t get much, Edith.) 10. To Joy Strong, Rove Mayer’s practical ideas. 11. To the Freshmen, all the questions that Harland Whitwell did not have time to ask. 12. To Ada Hannon, Ollie Hays’ popularity among her class mates. 13. To John McKnight, Earl Bowen’s remarkable brain. 14. To Martha Hughes. Klain Williams’ slenderness. 15. To Milburn Ball, Wilbur Maclav’s theory on “How to slide through.” 1(i. To Wesley Martgan. all of Christina Fovt’s extra credits. 17. To John Harmon. James Gillilan’s “responsibility” for the management of the Senior Class. 18. To Everett Connett, Eugene Derry’s musical ability. 19. To Johanna Jezewski, Nettie Conner’s modesty. Pasre Twenty-nine

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er and giving them to the other servants in a dignified and scrupulous manner. Next 1 saw an orchestra, consisting of six of our classmates, namely: Mrs. James Gillilan, nee Lois Ord, piano; Eugene Perry, violin; James Gillilan, banjo; Merle Irvin, clarinet; Charles Wrightsman, flute, and Harlan Whitwell, drums.' They were hol ling a New York audience spellbound. Garland, Merle and Charles had tired of the life of tin Tillers of the Soil and had discovered their wonderful musical talents long ago. A pretty little studio was the next picture. Beautiful oil paintings were upon all the walls. At tin easel 1 recognized the famous artist, Madame Broady, nee Lucile Harris. John, at the farther end of the room was adoring her pictures, in his dreams only, for Oh! how comfortable the sofa was after a hard day of work as a “most prominent lawyer. ’ ’ Maude Stewart, 1 recognized in tin next picture, seated at a large desk, busily writing. “She is a remarkable authoress now,” stated the elfin man. “She has gained great riches from her writings on “The Importance of the Toothless Comb.” Margaret Moron, famous leader of the Ladies’ Ku Klux Klan of the West was next shown to me. She seemed to be standing at flu mouth of a cave. She clapped her hands twice and two white figures appeared bearing her robe. Placing the robe over her head she departed from sight down into the cave. The two white ghost like forms stood staring after her. Suddenly, and as if from nowhere, two other white figures appeared. The white robes of the figures disappeared and the four phantoms changed to life-like forms. Surely it could not be—but yet it was—our daring classmates: Frieda Curtis, Josephine right, Rosetta Naysmith and Lillian Hylton. Two great white birds were the only things detectable in the next picture. Closer and closer they came, as if they were going to alight. Down, down, down they came. They were airplanes of course, and it seemed as if a race was on. There was, and tin result was a tit of the very closest kind. Two feminine looking pilots jumped from the planes, who were no other than the two widely famed American aviatreces, (Curly) Matilda Coeur and Naomi Rains. The girls were competing for the highest honor, but their ability seemed to lx so well matched that the races always resulted in a tie. The next scene lay in a hospital. Row after row of white beds was seen. A doctor and white clad nurse entered tin ward. Certainly she was no other than our classmate, Erma Good. “The doctor with her is her husband,” said the elf. At this time another nurse entered the room. What—she resembled myself. It really seemed too good to be true but it was. I pinched myself to see if 1 were asleep. Sure enough, I had been. The fairy had flown and I was left with the tumbled aircastles at my feet. —MONA BLACK. Page Twenty-eight

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20. To LaVeta Hanlon, Bessie Lilian's bird-like voice. 21. To Pauline Rolns, Josephine Wright’s “gift of gab.” Ureal tilings are expected from you in the future, Pauline. 22. To Margery Tankersley, Matilda Conor’s curiosity. 23. To Lois Pasco, Mary Sellers’ winsome ways. 24. To anyone wanting it, Lynn Paris’ task of drawing up the wiP 25. To Myra BiggerstalT, Hollis Vanderford’s studious I ob'! 2(i. To Grace Watkins, Margaret Moron’s variety of hair dress. 27. To any, Kenneth Watkins’ “1-lnfF.” Apply early and avoid t lie rush. 28. To Grace Meyers, Rosetta Xaysniith’s gentleness. 29. To Frances Burger, Karina Klein’s thorough knowledge of up-to-date slang. 30. To Kenneth Davis, Charles Wrightsman’s literary ability. '31. To Adeline Rogge, Klain William’s ready wit. 32. To Christine Cotton, Christina Foyt’s graceful dancin';' 33. To Marlin Blount, Mona Black’s “extra dates.” IN WITNESS WHEREOF, We have hereunto set our hand and seal, this fourteenth day of April, A. I)., nineteen hi. m 1 red and t wen tv-two (1922). (SEAL) SENIOR CLASS. Signed, sealed, published and declared by the said Senior (’lass, as and for their last will and testament, in the presence of us, who at their request, in their presence, and in the presence of each other, have hereunto subscribed our names as attesting witnesses to said instruments. II. A. JOHNS )N, Sponsor. LYNN PARIS. i Page Thirty