Paris High School - Arena Yearbook (Paris, IL)

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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

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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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THE ARENA-Page 30 theater. We saw Feme Goble in a charming matinee, entitled, “My Hero, Jean.” Raymond Gillis became a stock broker in the cattle exchange. I had certainly enjoyed seeing my old classmates, who had grown so fa- mous and I was proud to think that I had belonged to the class of 1913. GOLDIA ROACH ’13—Prophet. History of the Class of '13 UPON the thirtieth of May, nineteen hundred and nine, there sailed away from the harbor of Eighth Gradism, a ship from whose top mast flew a purple and white pennant, bearing the emblem “1913.” Leaning over the railing could be seen some eighty children, who were tearfully waving farewells to their unfortunate friends and companions, who were left to remain behind to pursue the joys of the eighth grade, for yet another year. The voyage lasted for about three months and during this time the voy- agers discussed, with a great deal of speculation, their reception into that classic hall of fame, otherwise known as The Paris High School. Dire and dreadful tales had reached their ears of the misfortunes of former Freshman classes and they, with much apprehension, anticipated a similar fate. At length the long looked for day arrived, and on the morning of the second of September, nineteen hundred and nine, the travelers disembarked before the portals of this institution. Much to their surprise, they found wait- ing to receive them, a large crowd, composed of the Faculty and the students of the High School. The spokesman, withdrawing himself from the group and approaching, thus addressed himself to the arrivals, “Hail! incoming class of 1913, we, of the student body cordially welcome you among us. The fame and report of your abilities has long since reached our ears and thus we honor you with welcome.” The Freshman class took up her duties earnestly and in a short time it became manifest that her abilities had not been over-estimated. She, led on by the helping hands of painstaking teachers, struggled bravely through the mysteries of Latin, the mazes of Algebra and the exciting events of “The Last of the Mohicans.” During the second year of our school life, our powers resolved themselves in several directions. We contributed our share of voices to the Semi-Chorus, Glee Club and members of the Cadet Company; we demonstrated our strength in the field of oratory and basket-ball. Although many of our number were dropped by the wayside in the on- ward rush of events, several new arrivals joined our ranks in the Junior year and added to our achievements. Not only did we contribute our share to the social activities of the school, but we became so well known on the basket-ball floor and in the athletic field, that when a contestant achieved glory it was un- necessary to ask who he was; he was a Junior, of course! Finally, in the autumn of 1912, we reached that dignified position, that dizzy height up to which all of the other classes look with such awe and rever-