Downers Grove North High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Downers Grove, IL)

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Class Poem And so again, O dear old Downers High You send another group into the world Your children all—We leave behind Sweet, precious memories of racing years. Far, far too swiftly fled. Among the well-known halls Ghosts of our happy past flit to and fro The little, laughing ghosts of childish pranks Some half forgotten, some remembered still, Bringing a laugh, a smile to youthful lips Sober in new-found dignity. And there in some dark corner all alone The drooping, weeping, listless little sprite Of failures, for the moment bleak and grim Exams we failed, the team we didn't make And other moments tragic to our souls; A wistful, large-eyed ghost of eager hopes And by her side an eager, fragile thing Of those hopes realized in youthful hearts Of triumph throbbing high in youthful minds. A meek bewildered spirit of the years So quickly gone with childhood. In its stead Is youth, clear-eyed and brave. O Downers Grove— We hope, returned, some day You'll welcome us with pride we’ve justly earned. And know, to you, your children all give back The love, the credit that are yours. O careless world— We face you now with bravest hearts and minds With faithful souls and ever-ready hands Receive of us the gifts that youth can give Receive us as your own—we come to you Eager and willing—take us to your heart. O watching God— Live in our hearts from day to day. Live in our minds, our souls, that we may still Know and love and learn—that we may give The best that’s in us in our daily task, The best that's in us every month and year. The best that’s in us always without end. —EDITH PERRON. Page ln cnl f-four

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1924 Class Will WE the Class of 1924 not being insane nor devoid of reason, and having excellent physical faculties, do hereby present our will. Mildred Alyea leaves her title of Baroness to Lily Finger. Horace Barnhart bequeaths his basketball ability to Thomas Leavitt. Edward Baron leaves his hike for the milk to Samuel Dum. Homer Boldebuck leaves his billiard ball to Anthony Sebastion. Dorothy Drew leaves her list of unpaid dues to all future treasurers. Lillian Elarton leaves her giggle to Albert Andorff and her red hair to the Dramatic Association for future plays. Paul Fraher's demure manners are left in charge of Esther Offerle. Vernon Frank leaves his short walk to school to Bob Andrus. But don't buy a clarinet, Bob. Welton Cress leaves his narrow mind to Wilbur Coleman. Eleanor Hanchett leaves her white sweater to Margaret Grout. Herbert Hawkins bequeaths his ability to attract attention to Spencer Lott. Lucille Heintz leaves her modesty to Sam Hurley. Ruth Henderson leaves her Naperville friends to Margaret Hammond. You’ll have to go to Naperville to see them, Margaret. Kent Kingsley leaves his shiek hair cut to Don Gallup, and Jane in charge of Elbert Riedy, and his freckles to Iona McNally. Jesse Oldfield's farm will be under the direction of Richard Kellogg. Sell it and get some roller skates, Richard. Edith Perron leaves her poetical ability to Robert Conley. Harold Phelps leaves his pull with the faculty to Ernest Wright. Clara Plambeck’s silken locks will adorn the head of Thomas Tizzard. Freida Rawcliffe leaves her little brother to Ruth Geissert. Margaret Stough leaves her Daily Dozen to Mary Moore. They have made Margaret the valedictorian. Virgil Sutter leaves one gallon of Polarine and a horseshoe to the Adams Brothers. Irene Tank leaves Bud Repp’s car to Mildred Bell. Ruth Thomas bequeaths her management of the local opera house to Marion Harvey. Which means that Marion is now the boss. Donald Towsley leaves nothing, taking his guiding light with him. Donald Van Valen leaves his many short pencils to anyone who can sharpen them. Horace Waples bequeaths his grin to Florence Kester. The Class as a whole leaves their advisors to the school at large, their honor roll to the Freshman class, the dear remains of the High School building to the grammar school, and their sweet disposition and sense of humor to the faculty. Drawn up in the year four of our high school life, in the presence of Hebe and the respective members of the Senior Class. Attest— —The Timely Clock and the New Encyclopedia. Page livcnly-thrcc

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Class Song (Tune, “Old Gang of Mine ) Dear Class of ’24 all of the years Of working together, our triumphs, our fears In our old High now have come to an end Our hands, our hearts to the world we must lend. Chorus: But, dear old High, we ll ne’er forget those dear days of yore Days when we were your love and pride, the class of '24 We leave you now with a sadness untold Our hearts full of love, our memories of gold We promise you more pride in the years to come, in Class '24. Tho we must part, the tomorrow we ll be Out in the world, perhaps far, far from thee Oh! Downers Grove, we can never forget Those dear old halls where Class ’24 met. Chorus: Oh, but we ll give the world to see that old class of ours Finest of classes, dearest friends of happy childhood hours Four happy years have we spent in these halls Now we re forever going forth from these walls Still in years to come will give the world to see that old class of ours.