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

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Senior Class Poem Continued Then comes Maud and Rebecca and Cecil Powell, They are sharks in English, you see; They surely must study day and night For they are as bright as bright can be. Blanche and Cleora are on our team; With the ball they are both quite handy. There’s Carrie and Rosalie, they entered late. But as classmates they arc both fine and dandy. Then Ruth Ella Wilcox and Nellie Jones— They just this year joined our class; We are glad they reached the Senior Class in three years, It must have been quite a task. Of course in every class there must be a leader And Miss Peek has served us well; We shall always remember her in the years to come. Our love for her is more than we can tell. Now I have written this Senior poem And named every one in the class; If you find a name missing perhaps it is mine, For I'm also a Senior lass. 16

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Senior Class Poem Listen, my children, nnd you shall hear A short little story of our class so dear; We started our voyage September the first. Elected our officers for better or worse. The departure of our intelligent class Doesn't mean the ruin of our school. For the Junior Class is as slick as glass And will follow our golden rule. First there's our President, known as Scott”, He is a jolly, big duffer, The best basketball player ever taught And of us all he is the best bluffer. Then there’s Lum Martin, a jolly good sport. And George Pyles, a very good actor; In the Senior play they took their parts To make the play quite a factor. There’s Jerry Lovan, Joe Bauer and Bon Jones, They all are manly good boys; And Alva Alexander willing to do whatever he can But never making very much noise. Then comes the girls, Marjorie and Edna, Virginia, Martha and Fay, They take their place in the Senior Class, They always have something to say. Then there is Kate, she is fine in debate, Especially when dancing is the subject; She will go to the bar at a rapid rate, She sure will make good with the public. There’s Brittania Price, Louise and Ruth D. In Pedagogy they just can’t be beat, In later years when they're teaching school They will sure give their pupils a treat. There’s Nellie and Margaret, very good friends You will always find them together; They cling together through thick and thin In any and all kinds of weather. 15

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 Scarab I «9«9 Senior Class Prophecy It was going to be such a wonderful trip. Air. Hemphill, the Ambassador to England, had assured me that I would enjoy seeing both Europe and old friends. In Bolognc, whom should I meet but Fay Martin who was studying medicine at Bolognc University. We both had lunch at “Alartin's Restaurant.” Mr. Alar-tin's chain of restaurants now reaches to Siberia. Alter a delightful meal, we attended the theater. There we saw Cccilc Powell and Rebecca McKcmic enter. We learned they were studying Architecture. After a week in Bolognc, I traveled in Belgium. One day as I stopped at a well to draw water, 1 saw a young maiden approaching carrying a water bottle on her head. It was Louise Ross. She took me to her home and there I met her Belgian husband. After supper we strolled over to Brittania’s home. She and her husband were planting flower seeds. I afterwards learned that Brittania’s husband was the Belgian soldier with whom she corresponded during the late war. O! the Belgian girls can never equal American beauties! But my greatest experience came when I was sailing back to America. It was the third day at sea. 1 was reading Virginia’s letter for the second time. She had just finished her second flight across the Atlantic in her aeroplane. Then came a great crash and I knew that the ship was sinking. I rushed to the deck and was able to get a life boat. Just then I saw Alva Alexander swimming toward the boat with Margaret Akin and Edna Alvis following. Edna had her jewel box clasped in one hand. She explained that she could not lose her jewels for her husband might beat her. I was not surprised when she said her husband was John B. Aloore. Alva explained that Alargaret, who had married a Russian count, was eloping with him back to the States. We floated around for several days. Finally land came to view and Alva managed to get us there. He investigated and found that the island was inhabited by cannibals. While exploring we found the sun-bleached bones of some departed ones. Edna, upon gazing at it exclaimed, “Girls, 1 know that long neck. Can it be that Marjorie has sacrificed her lire among these cannibals? For three days we lived on cocoanuts and bananas. Then a ship passed by and once again we started for New York. When I saw the Statue of Liberty, I thought something was changed. I learned that Lucile Burkitt had been engaged to shine the lights. I happened to be reading the paper and as I turned a page the face of Carrie Hickman, adorned with clustering curls, met my eye. Below her picture were the words, “Girls, have beautiful hair; buy Dandcrine.” 17