Manual High School - Mirror Yearbook (Peoria, IL)

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Mft 'fwfr' .' 371 'W V 'IWW' W r QE e 1'-Elanual : 1919 if em! Q ,,. 2115, ,Qificiififif . --I 1,51 Z4fZm'7:7':i3 'M '- 'A- f W-amgg,e'.uW1ff2 ? 6'f, The Story nf '19 By Harry Cornelius. It was on Commencement night that Allan Kendal stood with his mother, grandfather, aunt and uncle, watching his classmates dart here and there through the crowd. Some were smiling, others sober-faced, but all carrying their diplomas. Allan, this class ought to have an interesting history, his grand- father remarked, I noticed your classmates as they stood up to receive their diplomas. Now if I happen to see the ones that I noticed in particular, l want you to tell me something about them. All right, sir, he replied, but until you see one of them, I'll tell you about how we started. Four years ago one hundred and sixty- five of us entered the finest school in the country. We didn't know much about our principal and faculty, but we soon discovered that our principal was a man that always gave us a square deal. And we all have a particular spot in our hearts for Mr. Brown. Our faculty was fine, not the usual crowd of fossils, but teachers that were full of life and that acted as an inspiration to us. That is why so many graduates come back every year to renew old friendship. But there were only about Fifty that received diplomas this evening. Where are the others? inquired his aunt. That is a hard question to answer, Allan answered. Some left school because of the high wages they could make, others because they coulcln't go on and many enlisted in the Army. In our Junior year there were seventy-two of us. Tonight about fifty-one gradu- ated. What is the valedictorian's name? l was too interested in watching the class to read my program, Allan's grandfather said. ls she as sedate as she appears? Her name is Harriet Williams, sir. As for being sedate she only appears to be. For if 'Le Bon Dieu' ever put more mischief, high spirits and rollicking good nature into a girl I'd like to see her. Usu- ally the valedictorian has no time to be sociable, but Harriet is popular with her classmates and has hosts of friends. How many boys were in the honor list? Not very many, l'll wager, chuckled his uncle. The salutatorian is the only boy on the list. William Roeser is the prodigy. He was selected as the most energetic member in the Page 23 .4

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Gossip nf the ilaalls BWENNY Ciba Senior By Benny. The Senior is that studious-looking person, who flits about the halls looking for credits and fractions thereof. This is his chief occu- pation and it occupies most of his time. He adds them up and down, and down and up, but there is always the same result. The Senior starts to prepare for graduation as soon as he becomes a Senior. He wears stiff collars every day, learns to tie a bow-tie, and indulges in some of the girls' beauty secrets. The next thing he does is to pose in front of a mirror. What for? Why, he is going to have his picture taken. He poses in full view first with a smile, then looking stern. Next he tries a three-quarter view, profiles, and vari- ous poses, with different styles of collars, ties, and hair-cuts. And the girls have a time too. They pose with their hair down, then with it upg then with bangs, and curls, ribbon bows, tulle bows, no bows, and other styles too numerous to mention. But, kind reader, do you think the photographer really risks a valuable camera when he takes a Senior's picture? Of course not. Listen. l-le has him pose while another person behind a screen peeks out and sketches his likeness. That is the photographer's secret, and the writer knows not what fate he may receive from their hands. Now in the olden days when there were no cameras, the queens and kings would have their portraits painted: but if the picture looked anything like them, the unfortunate painter had his head cut off for insulting their majesties. The Seniors or, in fact, anyone in these modern times, cannot do that. There is one thing we cannot get away from-our pictures will always look like us. When Class Night arrives, what have we? Not a merry crowd of joyous Seniors, such as have strolled about the halls all year. Instead we find them nervousg some in tears, and all looking sorrowful, as though it were the end of the world. Why not make it a happy moment? Why, just think, you are going out into the little old world! We know not what your ambitions are, but whatever they are, make the best of them, be you a politician, doctor, policeman, or steam engineer on a peanut wagon. Amen. Page 22

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. ij ' m B manual . - N.. -:ff if-A -. -. Skis, S ' --f T ---'Q 2.1.11 W f'1?fffs -fGs.ig,.,----- 'f'WA' class by his classmates. But looks are not all that 'Bill' likes. He was an enthusiastic rooter at every basketball and football game that we had. 'Bill' used to tell us that he enjoyed the games, but that he hated to fold up like an accordion in order to sit down. Football, echoed Allan's uncle, that is the game to bring out a fellows' grit. Tell us about a few of your players. There goes one of them now! Allan told his uncle, pointing out a fine, clean-looking young fellow. That is 'Eddiei McDonough. He was captain of both football and basketball teams this year. He was the most popular fellow in school. He used to be very shy in his freshman year: almost every time he had to talk his vocal chords were paralyzed. But you should see him now-Henry Clay himself would give him the palm as he holds court with a bevy of girls around him. Do you see that tall fellow with the curly, black hair near the door? We call him 'Jake' Daly. He early became a hero, especially in the eyes of the girls, for he won fame as a basketball player in his freshman year. But 'Jake' will be remembered more for his clever, witty remarks and for his 'blarney' than for anything else. He was our 'Little Sunshine' for the blues disappeared when they saw him coming. Now there is one that I liked especially, interrupted his grand- father, pointing to a boy 'talking to a crowd of girls. He has a merry twinkle in his eyes, I think he would be a jolly companion. Why, that is James Mahannah, our class president. He used to worry the teachers almost to deathg they never knew what he was going to do next. He is full of fun and he is also a fluent talker. I have seen him at a loss for words only once in the entire four years. And this instance occurred in the latter part of his senior year, which makes it even more surprising. He is ',Iake's' only rival in the 'blar- ney' line. He is our official 'Daniel Webster.' ln what year did your class win the most honors? inquired his mother. We won the most honors in our sophomore yearf' Allan replied. Four of the boys won their 'lVl's' in football, three in basketball and one or two in track, but our activities were not limited to the ath- letic field. No indeed, for we won prizes in cooking, sewing, short- hand, typewriting, drawing and machine work. Which year was the hardest? questioned his grandfather. Page 24