Clinton High School - Clintonia Yearbook (Clinton, IL)

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-----€it£ (Ditttmtia--------------------- I. Ruth Stoutenborough, do will my task of taking boys riding after school to my sister Edna. I, Harry Macon, do will and bequeath my wavey hair to George Smith. Take good care of it George; Starkey has spent three years on those waves. T, Josephine Oakman, do will and bequeath my popularity and a lease on all the popular star athletes to my sister, Mary Ellen. Take care of them and keep it in the family. T, Faye Manley, do will and bequeath my flirting ability to Doris Goin. I, Grace Langellier, do will and bequeath Denny Parker to LaVon Mahon. Take care of him Lavon and pass him along when you graduate. I, Genevieve Jordan, do will and bequeath to Thelma Rees my “two-day-per-week” vacation. I, Susie Irvin, do will and bequeath to Florence Smith my ambition to be a stenographer. T, Fern Myers, do will and bequeath my nimble fingers to Jane Kolp. Don’t forget the quilt at Christmas time. We, the Class of 1931, leave: To our school and parents: Our sincere appreciation. To the underclassmen: Our sublmime model to be used as your ideal. To the faculty: The impossibility of finding a more progressive class. With these articles and bequeaths we leave the desire that our satelites may shine as brightly as we. To this we do set our hand and seal, this 27th day of May in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and thirty one. Class of 1931, by Charles E. Briggs. Witnesseth: Maynard Andrews Junior Witts --------------------------- ■ ■-------19 31-------- Page Twenty-seven

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(the (Ohtimua ■ We, Analee Metz and Charlotte Siffert, do will and bequeath our dignified ways and “superior minds” to Marian Wood. Use them to the best of your ability. I, Coyla Parker, do will and bequeath my “Poetic impulse” to Ralph Kraft. Practice up and slay some girl with it; they all fall for poetry according to John McKeown. I, Ruby McCrory, do will and bequeath my ability as a public speaker to Edna Mae Runnels. I, Friedabelle Cackley, do will and bequeath my ability to draw a certain senior boy into the depths of love and late hours to Glenna Arthur. Take good care of it Glenna and don’t get struck speechless. We, Abner Pliares and Wesley Vanover, do bequeath to Lawrence Stone and Bob Miller our loud and melodious voices. I, Carrol Shaw, do will and bequeath to Clyde Helm my power to vamp the sophomore girls. I, Robert Adams, do will and bequeath to Carlyle White my formula for finger waving. I, Daniel Smith, do will to Harold Thorpe my ability to write notes to Freshman and Sophomore girls. Don’t ever sign your name, it’s extremely embarrassing. I, Marcella Bales, do will and bequeath my ability to hold one boy three years to Rachel Sutton. I, Oscar Hancock, do will and bequeath my sex appeal and skill in getting M. O. S. to Harlan Donajdson. I, Dorothea Williams, do will an J bequeath my ability to finish school in three and one half years to Dean LaMon. Hurry along, Dean, you’ll make it if you try hard enough. I, Helen Gilliland, do will and bequeath my popularity with the Alumni boys to Blossom Yates. Don’t abuse them, Blossom, and handle with care. I, Ethel Mae Stivers, do bequeath my habit of collecting boys’ fountain pens to Naomi Gardner. Keep up the good work and above all don’t weaken. I, Helen Wright, do will and bequeath my gay laughter to Maxine McAboy; but be careful it doesn’t get you into trouble. I, Virginia Willmore, do will and bequeath my vamping power to Marie Trobaugh. Having a car, you might not need it; but keep it just the same. I, Charles Briggs, do will and bequeath my overpowering laziness to Rex Duff. I, Geneva Shewmaker, do will and bequeath my chewing gum to Katherine Jones. Pass it along when you are through. ----19 31 — Page Twenty-six

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--------------------------------CItr (CItttftttttrt-------------------------- (Llnss tr jjlti'rg I have been chosen, to herald unto you, this day, the fates of all our classmates in the years to come. I chanced to be in St. Louis, not long ago and as I was walking down the street one day, I came upon a large building with a bold bronze placque, with the inscription, “Adam’s Dancing School.” Just out of curiosity I walked in the building and there in the center of several young and charming ladies was my old classmate “Bob” Adams. Upon talking to Bob a few moments I found that Arrabelle Agee was conducting a school for more, and better speech. Loretta Kirk, I hear, started her business life as a call boy for the I. C. but soon hurt her throat and lost her voice. She is now an instructor at Jacksonville. While in St. Louis I bought a dress in Agnes O’Brien’s and Coyla Barker’s Women’s Readv-to-Wear Shop. From St. Louis I traveled to Chicago. One day I was walking down the street and met my old friend “Beety” Taylor. She told me that she was a matron of an orphan’s asylum in a suburb of that city. She also told me that Dorothea Williams lived in the same block that she did, and that she had been married twice and divorced. The last she married a millionaire and so is quite well fixed, financially. I had always known Dorothy so I drove out to see her, I rang the door bell, the butler answered the door bell, and to my surprise I saw the face of Abner Phares. Too bad. After “Ab” taking all those years to graduate that lie wouldn’t attain a more elevating position. I chatted with Dorothy a few moments and learned that her maid was also one of our classmates, Jane Ely. One evening T went into a shop in Chicago and over in a corner was Ruth Smith, who is now a leader of a large jazz orchestra in that city. Ruth was giggling and laughing as in the old days and I couldn’t blame her for being amused because Richard Hooker did look queer in his ministerial garb. I sat down at the same table and there happened to be several graduates from the class of ’31 present. The waitress at our table was Ella Mae Huff. Analee Metz was there and I noticed she could not talk. I remarked to Grace Langel-lier about it and she told me that one day Analee had become excited and caught her tongue between her teeth and bit it off. She plays the piano in some night club. Grace Langellier, by the way, has established a select slang school and is an artist at her profession. I received a letter from Helen Wright the other day and she’s a stenographer in a large garage in Lane, 111. Poor girl, she couldn’t attain the position she wanted badly and was forced to take second best. She also told me that Genevieve Jordan was married just recently and lives in Birkbeck. Too bad, everyone always thought her such a sweet sensible girl. She wrote that Ruth Alverson bad the honor bestowed upon her of being the first woman mayor of Clinton. 4-------------------------------------------X 9 3 1---------------------—------------------— Page Twenty-ciglil