Ardmore High School - Spectrum Yearbook (Ardmore, OK)

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191,21 THE CR to behold George Anderson! But who was the man in blue overalls who was having his pic- ture taken? Why, it was Walter Drew, of course. Well, I might have known those eyes. I had been in San Francisco for four days, and had indeed had a delightful visit. I was to take the trans-oceanic aeroplane on the following morning and sail for the Philippines. The next day was an ideal one for my Hight. On this trip I did not meet any of my former classmates, with the exception of one, Billie Frame, who had become an aviator of great renown. I spent the remainder of my vacation with Connie. I-Iow often did we sit talking together of those many happy school days, which would never return. I had heard of every member of the senior class except one. Yes, I had heard of them all, for Connie had informed ITERION 27 me that Lois Bradford was in Switzerland, studying art, and was making quite a success. I returned after two months to my home in Toronto, with new zeal and vigor and ready for work. So here's to the class of 1912, Thirty-live in number, WVho at their work so hard did delve, The people looked in wonder. Through all these many years VVe've drifted far apart, But may we for each other Have a warm place in our heart. And when life's journey is ended, And you have gone above, May all the seniors greet you lVith the same old steadfast love. L. V. Gr., '12, Class Will We, the senior class of 1912 of the Ard- more High Sehool, conscious of the uncertainty of earthly glory, realizing that the end of our high-school career is near at hand, possessed of our usual unsoundness of mind and defi- ciency of memory, laying aside all worldly vanity that doth so easily beset us, do hereby make and declare, publish and proclaim, re- voking all other wills heretofore made, and doubtless their name is legion, this to be our last will and testa111ent.: I, Ernest Hendon, president of the class of 1912, do hereby will and bequeath to the junior president all of my official belongings, consisting of one ton of patience to be used during the class wranglings, one threadbare smile and a little sack of hair snatched out in my wildest excitement. We, James Bivens, Bessie Gwinn and Al- pheus Ringer, will our entire knowledge of geometry, together with our knowledge of as- tronomy, to our junior friends, Pauline Hall and Roe Ikard. I, Helen Terry, do hereby will to Mae Rob- erts, my fellow sufferer in music, my ability to please Mr. Richards by playing ClilS5'1:Ullf marches for the lower grades to leave chapel, and 1ny melodious outbursts of ragtimc to be used in her chosen profession of Hpounding the ivories. VVe, Mary Rossington and Claire llyer, do bequeath the senior dance hall to any junior desiring Mr. Hodges' scorn and displeasure. I, Royce Krueger, do hereby bequeath my editorship of the famous Line-o'-Type and my dunee cap to the third-year Gorman class. We, Margaret Vcrnor and Maude VVilborn, will and bequeath our dawning interest in the visiting football teams to our similarly interested friends and school mates, Ruth Blake, Elise Potterf and Norma Lawson. IVe, Billie Frame and Jennie Mae Smith,

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26 THE CRI Terry. Still scanning the page, I read: Twenty-five 1253 chorus girls, among whom will appear the well-known ballet dancers, Gladys Holt and Fay Williams. It is needless to say that, after seeing this entire cast was made up of members of the class of '12, the following night found us seat- ed in our boxes when the curtain rose. The play was a success from beginning to end, and I found that my friend, Royce Krueger, had even a larger scope of wit than he had when a senior. After a delightful four days' visit with Es- sie, I made ready to continue my journey to San Francisco, where I would remain a few days. On entering the aeroplane, a lady carrie up to me and introduced herself as Mrs. Hen- don. She had recognized me, but, try ,ll ever so hard, I could not place her. As I stood looking at her, I saw a peculiar smile Hit over her face. That odd smile could belong to none other than Claire Dyer, our old geometry lover. I learned that she also was going to San Fran- cisco, and I was assured of her company all the way. She spoke of her husband several times throughout the journey. Ernest had be- come a civil engineer of great distinction. As we were quietly talking, we were sud- denly aroused by the ery of the newsboys: Chicago T'l ttI'll,'Hi6id0Il,t fail to read the new serial story by Genevieve Nivoche, entitled, 'Consoling Wo1'ds to Old Maids! But who was that gray-haired gentleman directly across from us? How familiar his face looked. Ile was peacefully sleeping, with an open book in his hand. After a few hours of undisturbed slumber he opened his eyes, looked around him as if wondering where on this earth he was, and we saw that it was Speedy Williams. Later he came over and talked with us and told us the whereabouts of many of our classmates. NValter Pittman was posing for the car- toonist of the New York Herald. It is said that he is quite a leader of the socialist party. TERION flllay, Gertrude Alexander and Margaret Vernor had gone abroad to cultivate their voices and would no doubt return with world-wide fame. Philip Neilson was making good and lead- ing in athletics at the University of Oklahoma. James Bivens was traveling with a carni- val and had the distinction of being the fattest man in the world. Bessie Gwi11n had become president of the IVomen's Federated Clubs of America. Our conversation was cut short only too soo11 by our arrival in San Francisco. Never- theless, we had enjoyed our discussion of old times. How strange it seemed to be coming in contact with so many of our classmates. The next day found me in San Francisco. My friend and I were walking down tl1e street, when we met a woman who wanted to know if we would not like to buy a box of face paint. Yes, it was Mamie White, selling to other peo- ple the very same kind she used in the eleventh grade. The next morning we went to a little sub- urb just out of the city. As we were nearing this small village, sweet strains of music Hoat- ed upon our ears. As we neared, we discov- ered it to be a hallelujah bunch. There stood Mary Rossington, Maude VVilborn, Robert Crittenden, Carl IVeith and Addie Lou Mor- gan, singing their songs till they echoed over hills and valleys. But who was the man stand- ing before them and leading them in their songs? Well, well, if it wasn't Alpheus Ringer. WVe passed on. On the next corner was a man who seemed evidently to be the center of attraction, for there was such a crowd around him that we could hardly get a peep. Then I heard a somewhat musical voice: Now look pleasant-see this little bird, and then he would yell: Right this way, la- dies and gentlemen, right this way to have your pictures taken. Have your picture made while you wait. ' VVe made our way through the crowd, only

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28 THE CRITERION fMa.y, do hereby will to our unsuspecting history fol- lowers, our extraordinary assignments, and our ability to write special reports after months of agonizing effort. I, Joe Frank lfVilliams, will my ability to sleep through any recitation, disregarding sub- ject. place or teacher, and my title of speedy, too, to any one. We, Fay Williams and Gladys Holt, here- by will our faculty for knowing how to seem to be the meekest and most dignified girls in school, to our ardent admirers and perpetual imitators, Lucy Jones and Callie Thompson. I, Leland McNees, do hereby bequeath my unlimited knowledge of my good looks, also one can of midnight oil, used in acquiring my information on Roberts' Rules of Order, to Paul Frame. VVe, Essie lVinston, lValter Drew and George Anderson, do hereby bequeath that entrancing study, physics, upon which our en- thusiastic professor waxes eloquent, to any one who invites gray hairs, furrowed brows and a final resting place in an insane asylum. I, Mamie VVhite, will to the junior girls my recipe for making and preserving a beau- tiful complexion. W'e, Lois Virginia Goff and Robert Critten- den, bequeath our most faithful guardian and overseer, Miss Moffet, to the juniors, with the hope that she as interesting ours. I, Constance Manslield, will and bequeath my diary of 'l'efldy, one box of faded flow- ers, one package of gushing sentimentality, one basin of crystalized tears and o11e bag of heartaches to the senior who shall occupy my desk next year. We, Golda Rowman and liois Bradford, do hereby agree to bestow upon Georgia Simpson our propensity for street flirtations, our devo- tion to dime novels and our mischievous ways. VVe, Genevieve Nivoche and Lillian Dus- ton, bestow our great personal charms, our will make their study periods and exciting as she has made catchy jokes, our luxuriant hair, to our less fortunate schoolmates, Cora Donaldson and Helen Sayre. I, Gertrude Alexander, do bequeath to Mat- tie Aston, who has been my faithful under- study through my high-school life, my role of flirting princess. We, Philip Neilson, Karl Weith and Wal- ter Pittman, do bequeath our peerless records for breaking up stoves and chairs and break- ing out windows of Carnegie Barn, also our numberless demerits, our reputations as know nothings, to our accomplices in crime, Raymond McCoy and Jess Pate. I, Jack Bleakmore, most solemnly bequeath to Parson Brown my sunny disposition, my readiness to disregard authority and my knowledge of Shakespeare. We, Addie Lou Morgan and Harold Ditz- ler, do hereby will, devise and bequeath our matchless records as seniors, our Hstickabil- ity to work through all these years, our vast knowledge of things on the earth, above the earth and under the earth, to the members of the class of 1913 who may hereafter desire to be posted. lVe, the entire senior class, do hereby will and bequeath to the city council two tons of dirt and one of assorted rubbish gathered upon our apparel during our sojourn here, to be returned to the streets of Ardmore and again used in lieu of pavements. CSignedl Samoa Crass or 1913. I. ANNAIS, Notary Public. Witnesses: 'l'HnonoaE Roosnvnixr, WIT.l.lAM Ji. BRYAN, GENTRY IIonGEs. CODICIL I. WVe, the seniors, on this the 30th day of April, leave to our successors. one dozen di- lapidated erasers, one box of chewed-up pen- cils minus the lead, what is left of the waste