Greenville High School - Graduate Yearbook (Greenville, IL)

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Callie Weber Her every frowns are fa i'rer far th fm smiles of other maidens are. Amy Weigel The night shall be filled with music and the cares that infect the da y, Shall Mid their tents like the Arabs and silently steal away. Ruth Willeford Her zvdce' was ever sqft. gentle and low. An excellent thing in woman. 0 Amy Wilson She's yuiet and gentle, meek rzncljlfir, Th is maid with Sllll-h'lSSf?l7' au-- bzlrn hair. Gertrude Wise Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Lyllian Wise And her voice is soft and low, Clear as nmsir' and as sweet.

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Madge Richardson Gentleness is the most persua- sive and pow'erf'ul argument. Pearl Riley Hereyes as clark as tz4'1'l2'ght fain' like tzvilight too, her cluslfy hair. Reuben Rixman A good-hearted boy with CL will- ing way. Vern Root Seest thou fl man diligent in his lmsi 11 ess? He shall stand before kings. Alva Smith Let the world slide, let the frofrlrl 905 A Jiyjor a care and ajigjor a woe. George Watson Hc's never known to zvofrry It is'n't quite his style, And he always comes arouml with his cheery catching smile.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY The Voice Out of The Past By Burl A. Hunter S I sat musing this morning, lost in calm retrospection, my thoughts wandered back into the strong, unrelenting past, a distance that it has taken the largest part of four years to coverg four years that shall never be forgotten. lt was on a warm, balmy Monday morning in the early part of Septem- ber 1914, that the first stone in this theme was laid. The voice that was speaking out of the past was not altogether an inhuman voice. In fact it seemed quite real and commonplaceg yet in its tone there was trace of the hum and clat- ter of the swift business and commercial arena in which the first years of the twentitth cen- LLI ry have been speeding on as we trust and hope to a lasting prosperity. lt was a voice that had drunk both the bitter and sweet from the cup of life as all we mortals do. Thus our friend in the background swiftly spoke of our Freshman year in Greenville High School. There were forty-three ef us in the first year class, each showing to a marked degree that he was the proud possesser of the fresh qualities of a young green plant. We were capable of growing into a more mature vine. but sadly in need of cultivation if we rxpected to reach maturity without withering under the scorching rays of the sun in our present green condition. Some few had reached the stage of development where it was necessary to use the assitance of a refrigerator to preserve their freshness. There was Mayard of Keysport, whom the boys called Sol but he was known among the girls as Cutie. lt was not uncommon to find him in the wrong class-room, and when he ambled across the Hoor one was little re- minded that a lawyer walked in his midst. But now you should see him as he sits like a dignified judge and proudly counts the gray hairs so common to those who follow the pro- fession of the bar. Again there was Blacet who twirled his hat on his finger as he nervously shifted from one foot to the other, and yet he could not tell you on which he felt the worse. But now you would scarcely recognize him as he consults his page of dates to see if it be Toney, Laura, Ruby or Lucella on whom he is to mak: his evening call. Thus we passed our first stage of evolu- tion, and as time flew swiftly by we fortye three Freshmen began to take things a little more seiiously so that by the end of school when we went to Hudson Park at Mu'berry Grove for our annual picnic there were none of us who so much resembled an emerald in color that it cou'd not either be entirely washed an ay by splashing about in the cool waters of the lake, or as was true in the girls' case, to haxc it supplanted by a hardy brown and more mature look which providence was so kind as to bestow upon them in its mystical way of reflecting upward the scorching rays of the sun from the water's surface. And now, as the tirstcycle of the chat with this Voice out of the past was almiost completed, its flow of speech seemed to be re- versed, for it went back a space of several weeks when every pupil together with the faculty, marched in a body from the old school building to the site of the New High School, where each took his turn in removing a spade of terra flrma from the excavation where the foundation of the new building was to be laid. The spade which we used for this pu1'pose is now brightly polished and is kept enclosed in an oaken case with a glass front. This spade was presented to the school by Mr. Yelvington, the contractor, and is one of the first trophies which stands out as an ear mark in the history of the Grecnvville High School. Having thus recalled our first year in High School the Voice ceased speaking for a moment and then again renewed its story as if it had only stopped for breath.This time I3