Clinton High School - Clintonia Yearbook (Clinton, IL)

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High School Assembly Room. Clinton, Illinois, Nov. 27, 1918 Here Aunt Mable: I got all my lessens and the teecher moved me back to the comei' by myself count of me shootin paper wads at a little gurl in the freshmun class. There fresh to, Aunt Mable. Fish aint got nothin on them. Still full of fun same as always aint 1. We had a party, Us Junurs and had a swell time. I wore them purple socks that you and Uncle Rill sent me for my birthday. Everybody noticed cm. Aunt Mable U sure got taste. I told em you did have. Someone said somethin about it “bein all in your mouth”—but I didn’t laugh like the rest did—cause I knew you did like to taste most everything before it was put on the table. I didn’t see enything funny. I herd a funny joke about socks. A fello said, “L ng as gurls wear read, white and blu socks, I’ll foller the flag.” Tliats me all over, Aunt Mable. Well, as I said, we had a party and played a lot of games. Arthur Edmunds, the good boy I told you about, got inisli-eated. They hit him awful hard in the afternoon Aunt Mable. And they put ice cream down his neck. Miss Renich won the sack race. She always wins. She covers mor ground than most people Aunt Mable. Her understanding is bigger than mine. We had two fortune tellers too Aunt Mable. One held my hand and looked at it. Its thrillin to get your hand held aint it? I went back three times. Miss Bentlay and Mis Golse wuz the fortune tellers. Camoflage. But they didnt need it . Miss Bentlay’s terribul fond of bright colors. Red mostly. And Miss Golse rolls her eyes like Theda Bara. We had Ice Cream and cake and candy for desert. I never got no candy. Brokes McClelland wuz passin the dish. He took some every time eny one else did. He’s got big hands. We had a auful good time. I took a girl home that night. Lorraine Gunter’s her name. Shes auful interestin. She makes me think of Maud when she laughs. Well I gotta ring off—C U in the funny papers. Same old L. I High School Assembly Room. Clinton, 111., April 28, 1919. Here Aunt Mable: I haven’t herd no word from you since I been ritin to you. Did you hurt your hand or sumpthin? Im not gonna rite you no more after this here letter cuz I like to have people be appresheative of me efforts at entertainin. So after I tell you somethin about what your gonna miss my tellin you in letters Im not gonna rite eny more. We got a new class President us Junurs have. Otis Skinner is his name. He’s a darling, Aunt Mable. The other Pres, had sum misfortune for which T feel sorry about and cant help. You no T don’t believe in kicking a fello when lie’s down, Aunt Mable. Boost! Tliats me all over. I aint graduatin this year like I oughta, Aunt Mable; but I aint got nothing to be ashamed of cuz I aint. I’m a Junior of the class of 1920, and proud of it. Im gonna graduate with them, and when they do hand me a little beribboned paper you bet I will have earned it, Aunt Mable. Fair and square—no cheatin for what I get. Were gonna have a nother party and a class picnic and a Junur, Seenur respetshun yet before we pass into our seeniorship. But I aint gonna rite you eny mor or tell you enything about them like I have been doin and never got eny answer for it tall. Cause as I said T like to have appresheasun showed me. As ever, L. (And L----- is Lvda Constance McClurg, Clinton High School, Class of 1920). —PAGE TWENTY-FOUR—

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JUNIOR HISTORY High School Assembley Room, Clinton, 111., Sc]tt. 10, 1918. Rear Aunt Malde: Guess you tliot I wuzn’t gonna rite you enymore, but I found one of tla m stam])s you an Uncle Rill lost when you wuz visitin us; and since Uncle Bill wuz tollin me about them conservashun rules him and the Captain had to keep while they wuz in the war, I kinda tlmt 1 better use it. I sez to Jane (she’s sum cute kid Aunt Mable—her real name is Thelma—but nom-D. Plumes is stilish 1 guess) anyhow I sez to Jane—“Im conservin.” I guess she tliot 1 said I wuz consumptive—cause she rote me a note savin how sorry she wuzz. The bell rung and Miriam Khlridge stopped me to ask me where Bus Brown went, and Jane got gone fore 1 could tell her different. Explanatory, tliats me all over, Aunt Mable. Im a Junur now Aunt Mable. We had a meetin and elecshum of oficers the other day, and a guy called Bill McKinney wuz electud presidunt. Th. y ask me to be but 1 sez “no let him have it.’’ Generous! Tliats me all over. Aunt Mable! 1 guess they didn’t like it cause they giv the Vice ITesidensey to Harriet Bean slies a gurl, Aunt Mable, and I cuddent say nutliin an anyhow shes lost nearly all her hair and I tl.ot maybe the sliok of losin tin ofice might mike her lose the rest—so as said 1 never said nutliin. 1 never did like a respond hi Hi tv— espcslmlly in money matters—so I let Bus Brown be sec. and trims, and he said lie didnt mind, so my conshunce dont hurt non, Aunt Mable. We got fifty four Junurs in our class now. Some auful party gurls, Aunt Mable, but 1 can’t take mine of em to any show cuz— were gonna have a weener roast some time in Sept, and Im savin up my jack. That aint no kind of sailor name; its a slang word for (oin. I gotta close Aunt Mable—I see Miss Cline (omin. She got inquisutive about my interest in this letter, I guess. Cuz lm not studious by nature. The Doctor sez my eyes is weak. Sometimes when 1 see my report card i think its my mind. Yours afexioiatelv, L. High School Assembly Room, Clinton, 111., Sept. 26, 1918. Here Aunt Mable: In the letter I wrote you some time ago and never got no answer too. I nr nshuned us Juniors was plannin a weener roast. So I tliot since them plans had culminated (tliats not cucumbers or any thing squash like, Aunt Mable; it means developed with results.) Id better rite you and tell you, since curiossitey is hard on the nerves of a woman. An yore sum woman, Aunt M: hie. Ive only got ten minutes to rite, so 1 bcter give attenshun to my subget. We all drove :n automobiles out to Weldon Springs' and built a fire. Or 1 mean the gurls and the f: kaltv wemon did. I s boys was down lookiri at the boat-house and the water in the lake. W ater has an auful attraekshun for boys, Aunt Mable. Pretty soon tho when everything wi s ready, we went up and helped eat the woen-ers and marshmallers and coffee and buns lid pikles. 1 had my share, Aunt Mable. Tliats me all over. We all went down to the drink in place. No saloon or nutliin, Aunt Mable. After drinkin we played sum games. None f those germ distributin kissin games like they played when you and I nkle Bill wuz young, but drop the handkerchief. u ouglita see the teachers run, Aunt Mable. There1 at ful graceful. We had a swell time. 1 heard sum of the wild boys and gills of the class had watermelon for desert. Laveta Morrisson and Arthur Edmunds is the wild ones in our class, Aunt Mable. I don’t have nothin to do with Arthur. He never has his lessons. Them ten minutes has been over five minutes ago, so I gotta close now. As every Mercyfully, I.. —1 AGE TWENT V TH REE—

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