Alexis High School - Memoirs Yearbook (Alexis, IL)

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THE MAIL-BOX Jake Hockinberry went out to the mail box just as scon as he had finished his dinner. That morning he had noticed, with indignation, that his name had been almost erased from its tin sides. He gather, ed his brushes and paints together and sat down on an old soap-box. The mail box needed an entirely new coat of white paint. This went on quite easily. Then he began laboriously to paint his name in red. While he was painting the first letter he began to chew vigorously en his wad of tobacco, making his goatee bob up and down with a motion similar to that of a rabbit ' s nose when he nibbles new clover. He divested himself of his coat after he had finished the second latter. The next letter, c, curved itself into a queer looking, hunchbacked figure. Jake eyed his work thus far ruefully. It was a mess and he knew it. He brushed some white paint over it and then, after adjusting his spectacles to a dangerous angle on his nose, he began again to paint the red letters. When he reached the fourth letter for the second time he sat back and grinned fatuously. It was entirely sat- isfactory this time and so he finished his work with pa ' nstaking deliber- ation. Then he called Mandy, his wife, tc have a look. She came to his side and viewed it critically. Then she stepped back a little ways and gazed at it again. Blessed, if I know what ' s the matter with it, but somethin ' s wrong she said after she had cocked her head sideways and stood in every direction from it that she could find. Here, Trix, get out of that paint. The dog, who had been unnoticed until now, went over to his mistress and fondly rubbed his coat, which was full of paint, across her apron. With a shriek of rage, she kicked him away and went in the house. Jake picked up his belongings and went to the barn. Later his neighbor while coming home from town remarked to his wife: Well, look there, Maggie, if Jake ain ' t gone an ' painted his name on his mail-box. Yes, replied his wife, who had sharper eyes than the rest of them, and he has made the i look like an 1 and called himself a huckleberry. — Dorothy Velander

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e Student Council Edwin Rohr Rsba Likely Phelix Nelson Marcla Page Harold Blayney Frank Mathers Noah McFarland Frances Mackin Thurlow Page Self government was instituted in the school this year with the ehction of a stu- dent council, a representative group of students from the different classes, headed by the President eltcted from school at large. Throughout the year this organization has conducted pep meetings, cooperated with the faculty in maintaining order and student discipline and striven to promote school spirit and student welfare. A splendid record of accomplishment marks the first year of it ' s beginning.

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AN UGLY DUCKLING A group of five girls were sitting beside the open-place in the living room of Edith Hall ' s country home. Four of them were enthusiastical- ly planning a party which Edith was giving. Amy Martin sat as usual and just listened. Now and then she gave a little sigh as some one of the girls related some incident which took place at the last party they had gone to. They were trying to decide what boys they could depend upon to be there. There is a perfectly stunning young man comes out of that house across the street every morning, but he simply will not look at one of us, said Edith in a hopeless voice. He was to the social at the church the other night and I was introduced to him. I met him the next morn- ing on the street and I thought surely he would speak to me but he didn ' t even look at me. : Each of the girls had some story to tell about their adventures with the ' perfectly stunning young man ' except Amy. Amy had not said a word since the girls had begun talking about the party. She got up and excused herself when the other girls began talking about the young man across the street and hurried for home. Arriving at the gate she foiand that she had forgotten her rubbers They were on the hearth in the room where the girls were. Amy turn- ed and went back for them. As she reached the door of the dining room she heard Molly Brown saying, I suppose that Amy will have to be included? Yes, but I don ' t suppose she w 11 come. You know how afraid she is of the boys, answered Edith. Amy did not go in after her rubbers. She went home without them. So that was what the girls thought! They thought she was afi-aid of fellows! Well, she would show them something. She would go to their party and she w ould go with a fellow, too. Yes, she would go with Allen Warren, the young fellow who had moved in next door — the fel- low all the other girls had tried to attract and had failed. But she would not fail! Then perhaps they would change their minds and she would be the ugly duckling no Jonger. The next thing to decide was how to meet him. It was Tuesday and the party was to be Thursday. She spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in thought. That day the sun had shone brightly, the snow on the walk in front of her home had melted. If it freezes to-night I can do it, she told herself as she dropped off to sleep. It seemed as if Fate was with her for the next morning was cold and windy. She was up early and stood, hidden from view by a curtain