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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