Clinton High School - Clintonia Yearbook (Clinton, IL)

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(Lhc (lllittiruria (Class 3 istimt On a bright, sunny morning in September, 1927, we, a group of 172 boys and girls, met at the port of C. C. II. S. where we were to board a ship “Education” and start on a cruise which was to last for 9 months. The ship was green but we were promised another one of Maroon and Gold for the next cruise. When we came to the port we soon found out that we were to have a captain to safely steer us through this perilous journey. This captain was none other than Miss Wynd. Then, she told us we would have to choose a crew so we chose Loretta Kirk, Charles Andrews, Dale Green, Marcella Bales and Charlotte Siffert. During this journey we had one party which was a St. Patricks Party. Everyone enjoyed it and was happy when the journey ended to have that party as a memory. September, 1928, started another voyage, the first one to he taken in our Maroon and Gold ship. This year we were given another captain whose name was Miss Marshall. Her crew was John Robison, Charles Andrews, Loretta Kirk, Helen Wright and Virginia Hollibaugh. This year our captain was very generous allowing us to have two parties, a Hallowe’en and a bunco party which were both huge successes. This year two of our passengers, Charles Andrews and Carrol Shaw, were shining stars in athletics which were held aboard the vessel. It was with heavy hearts that we ended this second voyage. On September 3, 1929, we started the third of our four voyages. This year Miss Ross was our guide but we were allowed to elect a captain and his assistants from the passengers of our ship. Charles Andrews was chosen captain with the additional duty of President when a meeting was held. His assistants were Lorretta Kirk, first mate. Elizabeth Nells Barr, keeper of the records and Merle Callison, purser. The biggest event during the year was the Junior Play, Miracles, which was directed by Miss Ross and ended with flying colors. We had two parties during the year, a Hallowe’en party and a Valentine party. And Oh! I must not forget the reception held in honor of the dignified Seniors. Then, in September, 1930, we, 72 Seniors, started out on the last voyage on our old faithful vessel “Education”. Our guide this voyage was Mrs. Scott who was a helpful guide in every way she could be. Our captain this year was Charles Andrews and his assistants Harry Macon, Carrol Shaw, and Merle Callison. As editor-in-chief of the Clintonia we elected Warren Karr and as business manager, Maynard Andrews. The returns from a chicken supper given by the P. T. A. and a Style Show given by the Senior class helped to make the year book a “bigger and better” one. During this last year the Seniors did not give much thought to parties but at an invitation from Mrs. Scott we had a Christmas party at her home on the night of December 17. The Senior class play “The Nut Farm” directed by Mr. Evans with Charles Andrews as Business Manager was a great success. After the play was over, we resumed our daily work preparing for those happy never-to-be-forgotten graduation days when we, the class of one thousand nine hundred and tbirtv-one, bade farewell to our ship of “Education” and to the old, faithful port of CCIIS VIRGINIA HOLLIBAUGH. +■ ------t il 3 t------- Page Tivcnty-three +

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+- Cits Onttttjria Friends: Class paa tragram We welcome you to our Class Day. This is a happy day for us because it marks the end of our victorious battle for rudimentary learning; it is a sad one because we will soon sever the associations we have enjoyed here for four long years. Some of us will continue with our higher education, while others will begin immediately the struggle for a livelihood. May we ever keep fresh in our hearts the memories of C. C. II. S. We wish to express our gratitude to the parents who have made innumerable sacrifices in our behalf. But it is not with words alone that we can thank them. We have vet to prove by our actions that their dreams have not been in vain. To the faculty who have aided and encouraged us we owe a great debt. They have done much to prepare us for the life that is to come. And now as we stand on the threshold looking out over the years, we sincerely hope that we may perform creditably our duties in the future, and abide by the motto of the Class of ’31, “Live to learn, and learn to live.” •jjlrcsiiti'nt's WILMA KRIXG. Faculty, Parents, and Friends: Today is one of the saddest days that has come into the lives of the members of the Senior Class. We are now ending one of our greatest school careers, and for those who don’t attend college, it is the greatest. The members who go on to school will have a few more weapons to battle their way through life, while those that are ending their schooling today will be out into the game a quarter before the others. This is like the careers of two high school football stars who have just graduated. One is going to attend college and the other starts out playing professional ball. Maybe the one that attended college knows more about the game, but the one who gets out in it knows how it is being played. This makes them on the same level. Although today may be the saddest one for the seniors, it is the happiest, no doubt, for the parents, to whom we owe everything. Through your sacrifices, mothers and dads, you have made it possible for us to acquire something, which is longed for by many of the world today. That something, is an Education. I hope that as we go on through life that we think of the sacrifices you made for us, and that we make the same ones, or ones that are much better, to try to repay a debt to you which is a hundred times greater to us than any war debt. As I look out over the faces in the audience I pick out the ones who have helped the parents to mold our lives. Those faces belong to the faculty. Next to our mothers and fathers, it is you that have molded our lives to fit into the great machine of ‘Humanity’. The only way which we can ever repay you is by living the way you have taught us, and try to make you proud of us. Showing through our lives the success you have been in yours. The thing which is perhaps the hardest to say is to the members of the senior class. We have been together for four years; some of us have been together longer. During these four years, we have lost some of our original members but have picked up others to take their places. It would be much easier to do anything else than to say goodbye to you. It is probably goodbye for we won’t be in the same student body when we go on out of here. During these years we have spent here in this magnificent ‘House of Knowledge,’ we have been learning to live which composes the first part of our motto. Now as we go out into the world I hope we live; learning how things are carried on, and helping others. By this, upholding the other half of our motto: “Learn to Live and Live to Learn.” CHARLES ANDREWS. +■ —• 19 31 —- Page Twenty-two

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+■ - CHtttmtirt + (Lliiss Will We, the members of the Senior Class of 1931, being of sound minds and bodies, submit this our last will and testament. We, William Craig, Telvin Tuggle, and Ernie Ray, do will and bequeath to Raymond Lane, Wilbur Simpson, and Adrian Payne, all our knowledge of the natural sciences. I, John Robison, bequeath my dapper form to Billy Lewis. I. Loretta Kirk, do will and bequeath my title “Songbird of C. C. II. S. to Charles Nichols. I, Elizabeth Nolle Barr, so will and bequeath my propensity for arguing with teachers to Lorena Andrews. We, Robert Witts and John McKeown, leave to Fred Lewis the chance of typing our high typing records. They can’t be beaten. I, Ruth Smith, so will and bequeath to Mercedes Myers the title of “Miss C. C. II. S.” T, Sherman Buck, will my tendency to change girls every time the wind blows to Charles Anderson. I. Harrold Coin, do will and bequeath to Russell Gilliland the job of keeping the basketball team supplied with chewing gum. It does no good to argue, they know you have it. We. Paul Justice, George Davenport and Paul Warrick, bequeath the honor of being bachelors to Everett Lasater, Clarence Huffman, and Franklin Havlin. I, Wayne Eagan, will my eagle eye to Hugh Peters. Pass it on Hugh; we might win a district. I, Ruth Alverson, do will and bequeath my powers of oratory to Florence Stewart. I. Charles Slusser, do will and bequeath my blonde curls to Robert Johnson. They’re certainly a drawing card for freshman girls. I, Russell Lampe, will all my ladylike airs to Roy Gable. We, Beatrice Taylor and Mildred Koons, bequeath to Ellen Craig the privilege of walking home with Harold Lane. Pass this on when you graduate, Ellen. I, Wilma Kring, bequeath my encyclopaedic knowledge to Myrtle Edwards. It’s great to have one bright person in an English class. I, Maynard Andrews, do will and bequeath my positions as business manager of the Clintonia to any high pressure junior salesman. — ms i —- Page Twenty-four