Benton Township High School - Scarab Yearbook (Benton, IL)

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(Clans {Inrin (Cfliitimifii Our delegate from off I lie farm Of course i la''.' Mundell: He played right tackle on I lie team And always played it well. And Mary lias licit studious air Which brings fulfillment soon. Ambit ion has its just reward. Industry has its lioon. Vinita only came this year To grace our merry throng: The love of knowledge may he said To her or none belong. The Jones girls are a rpiiet pair. Ilolh Vern ami sister Pearl. And sneli reserved and modest air Becomes most any girl. And Loin Ims that secret cliarm To warm and to beguile The heart of man. as woman can Willi the sunshine of her smile. We're proud of Pearl for what she knows, For all that she has done: She's never slow and seems to know The way all tilings should run. The names of all the class are here Enlisted on the roll Excepting one. and that is he Who wrote this Senior Scroll. 20

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(dlass Our president is happy Dick. The firs! and least of all; We could not do without him though. Despite that he is .small. The loudest hoy in all the school Whose yells will ever thrill Old Benton on to victory Is happy Yelling Bill. And Arllie is a football man. To every one a friend: And though the men played wrong. He played his own right end. Though Freddie is a trifle small Regarding his physique. No one could scans- deny him this. Mis ways are quite unique. Lloyd is just that quiet kind Whose natures never vary; It always can Ik- said of him. He never was contrary. It is not strange with all the range With which our Sing can sing That even he should chance to lie Si singulnr a thing. Boor Bug was never much on Ixioks; lie loved athletics- lietlcr; By ninny u hard earned touchdown he Wrought out his hard earned letter. 19 SliouM all (lie liards sing of tin- guards Tlic.v Imve ever seen. Anil fastest ones, then Dugan's name Woulil Icml (lie rest. I ween. Psyelmlogisls liavo often said Some men must |Kiik or die: Then surely Clifton Hill i one lleenu.se he'll always try. Foremost upon the Senior row. As Destiny should Wring liy virtue of his yellow hair. There rules our lordly King. I key was our ipinrlorlctek Of uudis|iuteil fame. And though he. loo. was rather small, lie played a winning game. I.avnv. long. lean, lanky lad. Who’s sometimes known ns Paul. For four lung years amidst our cheers lias hurled the haskelhall. The other Paul, Itesl dressed of all. Is the leader of the van Who loves the Indies; lie in fact Is quite u Indies limit. There's Tillmsin with his ready smile And waving | ouip:idmir; This gets him liy with colors high With twenty girls or more.

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(Eiass JJrnplirnj Oh! For a glnvsin which to see Ourselves ns we shall Inter he! Twenty-two Seniors stand on the threshold of the door which i' to close fore ver ii| on their High Sch.Mtl days and 111roii li which they arc to enter their real life’s work. After a few more weeks, only through the windows of memory will they lie aide to review the painful and the happy hours spent in work and play in If. T. II. S. May we ho|ie that the blind may lie drawn over memory's window enough to shut out each glimpse of a painful hour and that all their recollections of High School life may lie pleasant. Peering now through a window of imagination. I am interested in following as far as niv eyes can see. a long, long trail that winds into the future of these lives. 1 have not fur to look until I see our Senior President, Richard Meads, ns an exjiert draftsman working with one of the largest construction companies in the world and from the dependence which they seem to place in him. as well as from the amount of work he is turning out. 1 judge that lie has lost, somewhere along the road, hi- besetting sin of procrastination. A little farther on I behold Paul Jones, an able lawyer, and mil delighted to hear Paul who was ever so afraid of his own voice in High School, arguing before a jury in no uncertain or timid tones When Paul has finished his sjieceli. the judge. Singleton Rushing, rises to deliver the final instructions to the jury, which he does in such an impressive and dignified manner that I am shocked and pained at the change in him. Rut after a few minutes, when the jury has withdrawn and a recess has liven declared, the judge liegins to converse with the men in the court room and I soon am relieved by realizing niv mi'ttike in believing that he hud lost his rare sense of humor or his gift of foolish gall. .Inst outside the court house I hear the strident tones of an auctioneer which cannot be mistaken for other than Bill Saulher’s and I am sun- the chattels which he knocks down will bring I heir full value or even more for Bill always had a knack of getting out of anything as much as (or more than) he put into it. After close attention I find that he is selling donkeys that Paul Sanders lias driven in from his donkey ranch. I linger lieforc travelling on down the lane of imagination, long enough to see Leslie Mundell bid in a fine span of the donkeys to use on bis large farm. A little farther on I see King Quillman’s photograph gallery and at the close of the day watch King carrying his cornel home with him. for in the evening he will lead the band practice. I bear Ebcn Dial proclaimed far and near as a second Caruso and rejoice that bis loss of voice was only temporary. I see a well-dressed physician alighting from his cur and with his ease of medicines entering a stone-front mansion, and recognize Clarence Kskew. It is easy to realize that he is unselfishly devoting his life to alleviating the pains of others. At the same time I am glad to know from bis appearance that bis unselfishness, efficiency, and bis old-time art of being a good-mixer arc being rewarded by pro$| crity. It is only a step from this scene to that of Verne Jones a-, head nurse in a large hospital. Although still short in stature she is looked up to by the other nurses