Argenta Oreana High School - Pilot Yearbook (Argenta, IL)

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 ARGENTORIAN 1918 mmm IRENE D. PIERSON “One of the few immortal names that were not meant to die.” Glee Club ’15, ’16, ’17, ’18; Basket- ball '17; Literary Society ’15, ’16, ’17, ’18; Girls A. A., Pres. ’17, ’18; Class Pres. ’18; Second place, Macon Co. Oratorical Contest, Maroa, ’17; “The Deacon” ’15; “Rebecca’s Triumph” T5; “Sylvia” ’17; “Rascal Pat” ’17; “The Haunted Gate” ’18; “The Blossom- ing of Mary Anne” ’18; Macon Co. Oratorical Contest, Blue Mound, ’18. DEWEY H. WILLIAMS ‘‘Jes’ where she is — that’s where I’d like to be. Football ’16; Class Vice Pres. ’18; 1 iterary Society ’17, Vice Pres. ’18; Track Team ’17, ’18; “Sylvia” ’17; “Love and Tea” T8; “The Blossoming of Mary Anne” ’18. iiiiiiiiiiiuiiimiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiimiuuniuiiMiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiittiiiuimiiiii:iiiiitiiiittiiiiiiHiiiitmi)intiiiiiiiiuiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiifiHiiiiiiiiiiiU!Hiiiiiiiiiiii!iiiHHaiiiiimii:mmt:unfl 13 r iiiiuiimHiiiiiiiiiiiiiniitiiiiii iiiiiiikuiii'. minium .mmniiiimimiiiiiiiiiiir mum

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ARGENTORIAN 1918 iiiiiiniiiiiHiiimiiiiiiiiimiimiimiiHiimntitHiniuiMiliainuiHiaiiMiBiiiiaiuumuiaiimiiiiiiiniiniHinitiiiiuii:iMuiiu«nuiiiiuiuniiiHiiiiHiiii iiiii GOLDIE E. NELSON “I couldn’t be good if I would and I wouldn't be good if I could.” Glee Club ’17; Basketball ’17; Literary Society ’17, ’18; Girls A. A. ’18; “Sylvia” ’17; “Love and Tea” T8; “The Blossoming of Mary Anne” ’18. MAUDE E. PARR “Happy-go-lucky — fair and free— Nothing there is that bothers me. Glee Club ’15, T6, T7, ’18; Basket- ball, Capt. ’17; Literary Society ’15, T6, T7, T8; Class Sec.-Treas. ’18; Girls A. A. 17, Pres. ’18; “Rebecca’s Triumph” ’15; “Sylvia ” ’17; “Love and Tea” ’18; “The Blossoming of Mary Anne” ’18. mimiiiiuiiiiimiitniMHiniiiiiiimmiiiiiiiiniittnniiumiiiiiiiiiitiiiiimmi iwiMiiiiiniiiiiiiinnimiinitiirHn----- 12

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ARGENTORIAN 1918 iiiiuiiiiitiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHuiiiuHmiiHWuiiiiuimiuiiiUHiiiiuuiMuiiuimiiuiwiiaiwuimiHiiumiiiui'iHiiiiwiMihuiiiiiimiiitiiiiiiig Class History Our senior class of 1918 was having their last wiener roast, surely not the last we would ever attend, but perhaps the last in which we would all be together. While we were roasting wieners and marshmal- lows around the fire and eating all the good things which went with them, some one suddenly jumped up with a happy thought and piped out, “Oh, wouldn’t it have been lots of fun to have had those here who started in high school life with us?” We all agreed that it would be and were quite angry with ourselves for being so slow and not thinking of it sooner, for we certainly would have had a larger crowd and always the more, the merrier. Tho we did not have them, the subject suggested old memories, and every sentence for the next hour began with, “Oh don’t you remember.” First, Grace, one of the faithful few who had gone all the way with us, reminded us other faithfuls of the time the freshies slipped into the dressing room off from the stage to study, about the second day of school. Of course when school took up, our study hall membership being small, we were missed. Our superintendent immediately set out to find us, and find us he did. We were marched straight forward to the study hall before the whole room and we might have looked green, but I know we could never have looked half as green as we felt. The girls that year went thru with no special initiations, but each of our boys had to have their hair retrimmed a few days after school began. My, when I look back I would rather have gone thru with some serious initiations and had it all over with than to have done some of the dumb things (a favorite expression of one of our present seniors) which we did that year. Kitty now thought it was about her time to talk, and since she always thinks of the funniest things, she thought of the time Zola brought the chocolates to school. She had laid them on the arm of her chair in algebra class and when we passed to the board to put on our problems we would slip back to Zola’s chair and help ourselves when Mr. Kellum had his back turned. But oh woe! it happened to be Zola herself who got caught. When she went to move her book out of the way she knocked the sack on the floor and out rolled the piece she had taken a bite off of, of course. Well we all received a good calling and you may know there was no more candy eating, during class recitations I at least. As for our freshman year, I could write a whole book of the things which were related at the wiener roast and of which I can think now, for I am sure it was the happiest of all our high school years, even tho we did act so green. Ignorance is bliss, you know, and it certainly proved true that year. We started our sophomore year with just nine, as two of our class had dropped out and no new pupils had come to take their places. Our superintendent this year was Mr. Ziese, a German as you can see by his name, and he certainly knew all about this war. Every day at the be- ginning of history class someone would ask a question about the war and away went the history lesson. The principal was Miss Dodson, but she also led our Glee Club and with much success. Under her instruction the Glee Club gave the play “Rebecca’s Triumph and purchased our Victrola. Two of our girls had leading parts, which of course was what made it such a success. As juniors we started with only eight, for three had started in Decatur High School and one quit to go to Louisiana. Three new stu- iiiiitiMiiiMiMi............... 11 mi......................mam................... 14