McKendree University - McKendrean Yearbook (Lebanon, IL)

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The boy who is proudly displaying his wrist watch is Harry Lapp. No, he can still see. That ' s just his way of smiling. But first. 1st us dispel any ideas you may have about Harry being a juvenile. He is a full fledged man with a family, and he has a Rev. before his name. Mr. Lapp is noted for his efforts on a slide trombone. He firmly believes that great things are done up in small packages. His wife says that Harry is the smartest student pas- tor in school. Well, Harry admits it. The next smile to the left of Mr. Lapp is Miss Glenn. This smile is always with us. If not seen on her lips, you will find it in her eyes. Class 1923 is exceedingly fond and proud of her flower, Violet. Besides Violet ' s accomplishments of being a firm friends, a good mixer and a happy-go-lucky optimist, she is an A student, and a Faculty member of the Academy Staff. In the same row, and to the left of Miss Glenn is Winifred Grantham who hails from her dad ' s big farm at Sycamore Hill, near Hillsboro. She was a homesick child at McKendree till someone discovered that they called her Fritz at Sycamore Hill. Then she felt at home. Fritz is keeper of a porcelain zco. Her animals are caged in her room in Clark Hall. Guard- ing each side of her dresser are her elephant and the big dog. In their aquar- ium on the table, merrily splash her gold fish, Red Top and Sunshine. One poor little puppy, Toto, she has chained and wears about her neck. Her little animals love her and so do we, for she is a good sport, and is always full of enthusiasm and pep. Like the Overall boys of our kindergarten days, the Crewell sisters are here, one behind the other. We ' ve never seen Bone Gap, but it must be some little city. It gave us Crewell sisters, two, Marjorie and Marie. To think that two such pretty maids. Should bless one family. They ' re not just what their name implies, For they are very cute and sweet. And if their town is just like them, We ' ll say Bone Gap is hard to beat. 28

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THE McKENDREAN

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See the cute smile wedged between the Crewell Sisters? That ' s Marie Shurtleff, and she also hails from the hamlet of Bone Gap. Petite Marie lives in the shadow of greatness, and, of course, can not help absorbing soma of it. Greatness? Yes! She is the editor ' s roomy. Marie is otherwise noted, for she is the true McKendree Catter. No, the sturdy maid with the checked skirt doez not need the support of the brick wall, for she is Mabel Bower, our class pugilist. She not only looks energetic, but IS energetic. Mrs. Sheridan says that if anything is to be dene, to tell Mabel about it, for she is so full of pep. She is a veritable cham- eleon, changing with her surroundings. In the Library, she is as dignified an assistant as Miss Stanley could desire (and that is saying a good deal). Out by the Rock Well, she makes a charming picture of romance. Freeman rays, She was a mother to me, while others on the campus have been known to utterly fade away before her tormenting wit. She regrets enly two things: her middle name and her constant blushes. Now, follow us back to the right, and you will be acquainted with some more of McKendree ' s best people. Just behind Miss Bower is Bonnie Bee Waggoner. You might think we were referring to hair nets, but we are really speaking of the tiniest bit of femininity in the Sophomore Class Lack of stature doesn ' t mean lack of pep in her case, for she ' s always jazzing about with a smile on her lips and coquetry in her eye. Now, we have reached the point where we can show our class giggler. She is an out-of-town girl, and can tell endless tales of Belleville shows which Ralph and I saw. You ' ll readily surmise that Ralph is Etta Bussong ' s beau. Etta ' s folks forbade her the pleasure of attending funerals due to the spon- taneity of her bubbling smile. ' S funny, i:n ' t it, how a picture will bring forth smiles? But the bland smile on Florence Early, better known as Flossie, is of the type that won ' t wear off. She is our biggest tease. Woe unto he or she who is the victim, and everyone gets their turn, sooner or later. The sad part cf it is the im- possibility cf kidding her in return. If she were Zimmie, she would say Ya can ' t kid me. She seems impervious to kidding. However, we think of the vulnerable heel of Achilles, and take heart again. We ' ll kid her yet.