Paris High School - Arena Yearbook (Paris, IL)

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m---- THE ARENA-Page 28 Senior Prophecy IT WAS in the year of nineteen twenty-three, when one evening I was sitting dreamingly on the porch of my summer home far distant from the city of Paris, but with thoughts hovering above the town of my graduation. Ten long years had elapsed since that eventful day when the class of 1913 enrolled in the alumni ranks of Paris High. Along came a friend of mine and kindly asked me to take a ride in his aeroplane, so armed with a mystic telescope, I suggested that we review some of the old scenes made memorable by P. H. S. people. So we started and went to Chicago. We moored the aeroplane to the roof of a sky scraper and descended the sky-light into the office of the Chicago Record Herald. We were admitted to the “Holy of Holies” (the private of- fice) of the editor-in-chief, whom we found to be none other than “Jakey” Sholem. He very obligingly told us that he was noted for his spicy editorials on politics and that the circulation had increased very rapidly during his management. As we left the office the elevator boy said, “The old man has been pretty grouchy since he came back from Marshall. Guess his girl has thrown him overboard.” “Oh ho! so he still makes trips to Marshall.” “Yes, and occasionally Horace too,” he replied: We next went to the Lakeview Hospital, where we met the head surgeon, Walter Morton. We were told he was the most famous heart specialist in Chicago. Coming south in our aeroplane, we passed over a beautiful home where my companion said the famous author, Louise Wallage lived. “She has written ‘Votes for Women ‘A Paradise Without Men and her latest book, ‘The Bliss of Old Maidhood is one of the six best sellers. Cleo Frazier is visiting her now and lecturing on ‘Woman’s Rights and Free Trade.’ You know she is quite a famous stump speaker.” We hovered over the base- ball park and immediately, I asked, “Who is the girl over there, yelling and frantically waving her hat?” “That’s Ruth Foley,” my friend answered, “she’s supposed to be a mathematics teacher but she never misses a game. She’s the craziest baseball fan in Chicago.” We came on south and as we neared a farm just outside of Paris, I was told that was the home of the original “Fisher” girl, Clara Driskell. We stop- ped to see her a few minutes and she told us that Harriet Fisher, after vain hopes of becoming a Prima Dona had married a fat farmer and was noted for being a splendid cook. We came on to Paris and my eyes were attracted by a huge sign, “Best Beauty Shop in Paris. Warranted to make the Ugliest Person Alive Beautiful. —Marguerite Hinds.” Next door was a fancy store, the windows of which were hung with many beautiful things. The sign read “M. Laughlin—Finest Fancy Store in Paris.” We next went to the Vaudeville where we heard Ruth Wilkin, the best reader on the vaudeville stage, give “When He Proposed.” Charlotte Kile, we heard, had married a French ambassador with a glass eye. Viola Brooks was a piano instructor and Gertlia Hudson became a society reporter for the Terre Haute Star. Earl Winans strayed into vaudeville, with a mysterious sleight of hand performance. Margaret Colwell, the famous soloist, sang most touchingly, “I want to be, I want to be in Charleston.” There, also, we saw

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m THE ARENA-Page 27 Senior Alphabet A stands for Arthur, a studious lad, Also for Antrim who never is sad. B is for Bennett who is ever so slow Brooks, Brengle, Banner and Black stand in the same row. c is for Colwell, a demure little lass, She’s not quite a saint but will do for our class. D stands for Driskell, an industrious maid, While Dustheimer is said to make a very good grade. E is for Earnestly, the way we all work, No one has ever been caught as a shirk ( F stands for Foley, Frazier and Fisher, Which one of of these will he a school-teacher ( G is for Goble, present in the din. But any old way she is a good friend of the “him.” H stands for Huston, Hinds, J lodge and “Brains, While Ihinter and Huston belong to this range. | is for Interest in which we excel, Those who acquire it always do well. J is for Jerome, our chief-ed-i-tor, His fame in this line is well known afar. K stands for Kindness, which all Seniors show, Also for Kile, our jokist, he! ho! L is for Laughlin, a Senior sedate, We are glad to have her as a classmate. N! is for Myers, a good democrat man, Morris, McCord, Moody, and the two Mortons, each a good basket-ball fan. N is for noise on our side so bad, But wait till we leave—you'll each one be sad. 0 is for Ogden, three cheers for Nip! Fill up your glass boys, each one take a si]). P is that honorable High School letter, Which you will see on any point-getter. Q stands for questions, which Koach answers so. R is for Risser, we keeps the class dough. S is for Stuart—do, sol, fa, me, re, We like to hear Ethel play any old day. T stands for Thomason—a good friend of all. Also for Tracy, who is not very tall. U is for US—an honor to High, Raise purple and white, till it floats to the sky. V stands for victory—the goal of ’13, We always attain it, sometimes in a dream. W for Wallage, Wilkins and Winans must be, Now what do you think will become of these three ? X is for those we may leave behind, We hope the Juniors to them will be kind. Y is for youth with hair black as tar, Z stands for Zealous, which all Seniors are. C. F. ’13.

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THE ARENA-Page 29 Brains Ileustis, who was a “man about town,” especially noted for his fond- ness of Freshmen Girls. We left the vaudeville and went down the street, where we were greeted by the sign: “Paris’ Best Photographer—Kay Morton—Jay’s Old Stand.” “Who is that red nosed, bald headed, portly gentleman standing over there talking to that bum looking hunch of fellows ?” I asked. “Why, that’s Asa Lee Myers, Democratic candidate for Governor.” “I thot he was a Doctor!” “Well, he tried to be but he got so sporty in school, the faculty kicked him out. The issue of the election is very doubtful because he spends so much time in Terre Haute he does not have time to stump speak,” answered my friend. “Evidently, he has not changed much.” “Just grown worse is all. There comes one of his best friends, Walter Kisser. lie is supposed to be a minis- ter, but lie’s sure some sport, best pool player in town.” Then my guide said “Here comes Paris’ most distinguished citizen, Hon. Shelby Ogden. He’s Speaker of a Republican House of Representatives and is quite popular, lie has the door most of the time.” “Where’s his best friend ?” “Kay Antrim ? Oh, lie’s commander-in-chief of the Turkish army and is quite a reformer. Yes, and Landis McCord is a Prof, at West Point and is quite stunning look- ing in uniform. He makes great hits at the West Point Hops.” Going on down the street, we met Callie Hunter, who had married a banker. She told us her best friend, Belle Dustheimer, was quite busy in Vermilion, as a “shepherdess.” He always was a frisky little “Lamb.” She told us Dorothy Hodge and Virginia Huston were principals of a most ex elusive girls’ school, where Miss Hodge taught modesty and Miss Huston, man ners. “Who are that nurse and man coming down the street?” Callie inform- ed us that it was Ethel Stuart, who had been nursing “Giminer” thru a most violent spell of heart trouble, but that thru her kind efforts he had al- most recovered. Just then “Chick” Moody went by in a big “Mercedes Six” and we were told that he was the best chauffeur in town, but that he never drove thru a cemetery. We asked about a restaurant, and Callie told us that Grace Thomason had charge of the P. II. S. Cafe, and that she was famed for her good eats. We saw Russell Bennett as a living model in the window of a big depart- ment store, demonstrating a new brand of collars and ties. “He always was a good clothes rack,” my companion remarked. Athalinda Morris and hus- band, a prosperous farmer, passed by as we were standing there. Dorothy Black found fame on the Chautauqua platform, while Pearl Banner, we learned, was married and living in St. Louis. We next came by the school house about 3:55 P. M. We asked some of the students who was the fashionably gowned lady descending the steps. “That’s Miss Olive Brengle, the English teacher.” We heard another group say, “I just hate the old cat. Isn’t old lady Roach cross ?” So our friend Goldia was a Latin teacher? “Well,” said my friend, “we’ve seen everybody in Paris.” So we enter- ed the aeroplane and sailed up to Champaign, where we found Morris Arthur gravely lecturing on science. “Wonder if ‘Johnny” ever agrees with anybody else ?” Next we went to Cincinnati, where we stopped to attend the Klum