Athens Area High School - Athenian Yearbook (Athens, PA)

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To the Athens High School we give and bequeath all of the rest, residue, and remainder of the real, personal, and mixed property to be used for the purchase of pictures for the new building. To the Junior Class we bequeath our perseverance in order that they may obtain as high a standard as we have obtained, and that they may, in no way, lower the spirit of dignity of the Class of 1918. To the Second Year class we leave our spirit of ingenuity, in which they are already well blessed. To the First Year class we leave our class average, being assured that they will need it before their high school course is completed. To Bert Squires we bequeath Cathryn Flanagan’s attentiveness, in order that his mathematical powers may be strengthened. To Muriel Carner we bequeath Harold Leverton’s ready smile. To Grace Smith we give Laura Campbell’s solemn demeanor, hoping that she will become more studious as she enters upon the duties of her Senior year. To “Tibby” Page we bequeath Beatrice Rothloff’s restlessness, that she may not become too sedate. To Mildred Carmer we leave Sibyl Macafee’s superfluity of laughter. To Genevieve Brown we bequeath Elinor Curtiss' ability to expound the knowledge found in books. To Harold Tonkin we give “Kay” Lynch's ability for remembering, which was bequeathed to her by the Class of 1917. To Thelma Brown we leave Mildred Stevens’ happy disposition, that the Senior Class of 1919 may not lack that essential quality of merriment. To Marie Salsman we bequeath Evangeline Leighton’s early rising powers. To Halleck Kaup we bequeath “Zeb” Luckey’s charming manner, which we hope will be as useful to him as it has been to “Zeb” in squeezing through many difficulties. To Hinton Cook we leave “Sid’s” timidity, hoping that he will not be so outspoken in the future. To Rheta Samson we bequeath Josephine Gori’s oratorical ability, which has aided us many times in our Senior year. To Hilda Morey we give Marjorie earner’s quality of sobriety, believing that it will make her a more dignified Senior. To Wayne Howland we bequeath Margaret Sabin’s ability to really know German. To Walter Lunger we bequeath Mildred Gerould’s pleasing disposition, that he may never do or say anything that he will be sorry for. To Paul Stevens we bequeath Lucille Stevens’ name, that he may never be without one. To Esther Crompton we bequeath Donna Mills’ ability for writing stories, in order that the Senior class of 1919 may not be without a novelist. To Mildred Sherman we leave Marguerite Newman’s poetical abilty, believing that the Senior class of 1919 will also need a poet. We do hereby set our hand and seal this fourteenth day of June. CLASS OF 1918, LUCILE PRINCE, '18. THE CLASS PROPHECY Before entering upon this utterance concerning the class of 1918, let me say that this prophecy is an inspired prediction. A short time ago, as I was studying the students in the Senior class, trying to discover by their characteristics thus far in life, what they would be doing, say ten years from now, a most extraordinary incident occurred. It was both supernatural and prophetic. I was at a loss in attempting to analyze it. Finally, however, it dawned upon me that I had seen a most uncommon and remarkable vision. Of course, the significance of this fact, since none of you have seen a vision, is lost. Nevertheless, I will portray to you the future of each member of this class of 18 as it was shown to me. Helen Luckey, always so quiet and shy, was the first person whom I saw. She was sitting at her desk in a large, bright, cheerful room cozily furnished. Many papers were strewn about the floor. That which attracted my attention 16

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In her teaching, should gentlemen visitors come unexpectedly and should she lose her voice through fright, I'm sure Miss earner can use this bell to quiet her students. In case, Mr. Francke, you are out some day and cannot get powder, this puff will be a help to beautify your complexion. Miss Curtiss, having seen and conquered all in sight on the earth, you will perhaps need this telescope to discover new territory. As long as Miss Catlin contemplates the creamery business, a milk wagon will be necessary to help her deliver her products. We see that Miss Seidell, since coming amongst us, has taken a great liking to Cat(lins) and this little cat will help amuse her when she feels blue. How sad it would be, if Mr. Vunnoy ever found himself unoccupied and with-nothing to play with! If you keep this rattle-box in your pocket, I’m sure you’ll always find amusement. Some day, Miss Macafee, you miy be where circumstances will not allow people to hear your merry laughter. Keep this muffler with you and it will prove a great benefit. Perhaps, Mr. Leverton, if you put these spikes in your shoes, you may avoid falling down into mud puddles. Miss Gori, we all sympathize with you in your loneliness, but keep this “Rock” near you and try to comfort yourself. I had some difficulty in deciding what household utensil would be the most useful for Miss Salsman, but finally decided that a rolling pin would be very handy both in household duties and also in case of robbers or enforcing the laws. I am sure, Miss Taylor, that you could not survive the year if you did not receive compliments from “the eye specialist.” These glasses will be very useful. Should we wish to summon Miss Coveney in haste and her faithful horse “Lady” were not at her command, this little horse will prove most helpful. It is needless for me to tell for whom this alarm clock is. Miss Luckey, it is about time you learn to get up on time. Mr. Grenell, I’ve been watching you and wondering what makes you so preoccupied. Now I see you have no peanuts; so take these and be contented. It seems a pity that Miss Lynch did not find this strong box at the beginning of her school days, but I’m sure she’ll find it of use for her lost .strayed or stolen belongings. To the artist of the class I give these paints. With them, Miss Gerould, paint your masterpiece. It would be the height of folly to keep these hairpins from Miss Stevens. Mildred, was there ever a time when you did not need one? Could Miss Burns be happy without her Drake? This is a small one but perhaps it will serve the purpose. Lucille, you have never failed us when we went to you for advice; so keep this dictionary always with you, Miss Stevens. Miss Gerould, we have always enjoyed hearing you sing. Lillian, to further develop your musical talent for the world, use this jews harp. You can easily get this telephone in your pocket, Miss Sabin. It is shockless and wireless but very reliable. It grieves me greatly to give Miss Tomkins this little whip, but I knew that her teachers needed one to correct her because of her insubordination. We have all been bored (?) to death by the extreme talkativeness of Miss Rothloff. You may now play this music box and give us a rest from your chatter. Miss Newman, seeing that your interests are all in Europe, this little doll will be pleasant company. One side will remind you of France and the other of Sweden. LAURA JANE CAMPBELL, ’18. Its CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of Athens High School, in the County of Bradford, State of Pennsylvania, being of sound mind and understanding, do this fourteenth day of June, nineteen hundred and eighteen, make, publish and declare this our last will and testament, hereby revoking and making void all former wills made by us, in manner following 15

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most was the serene, contented and. indeed, exalted expression upon her face. Of course, I next looked to see what it was that she so enjoyed. In an instant I had grasped the situation. Helen, dear child, was writing poetry. The next scfene, however, was most appalling. At first sight, it seemed to be night. But soon, my eyes having become accustomed to the dimness, beheld the interior of a base hospital, in which there were many wounded soldiers and many doctors and nurses hurrying to and fro. And then whom should I see, but my happy-go-lucky chum, Laura Jane Campbell? But alas! I would that the curtain had dropped at that instant. For Laura, bearing a tray loaded with medicines, bandages, etc., suddenly STUBBED HER TOE, and deposited herself, tray and all upon the floor. And in my vision of Jo Gori, I detected a characteristic for which I. at least, was thankful. There in the office of the Ulster Creamery, with the sun streaming through an east window, with the large timepiece indicating that it was seven o’clock, sat Josephine Gori, busily adding accounts. How glad I am that, at last, Josephine has outgrown the habit, which held her so strongly while in high school, of being late! She would come at a little after seven in the morning. Now a railroad station appeared before my eyes. Almost immediately an engine steamed and puffed into view. And. surprise of surprises! There at the throttle stood our wise student of languages, Margaret Sabin. She had realized her greatest ambition—she was an engineer! But Maxine Salsman! There she stood, in her garden costume hoeing vigorously on her piece of ground. The garden was really quite large and little sprouts of green could be seen coming up. By replacing the coxswain with Paul, she was imitating Mrs. Aleshine. and raising onions on shares. Joseph Francke. always so choice of his strong, immaculate hands. I found working in the chemical department of a munitions plant. I was pleased at seeing Joe so cheerful under such trying circumstances. Just at this moment. I beheld a beautiful bouquet of roses (I can’t imagine who sent them) being carried by an usher down to the platform of a large opera house. There on the stage, a very charming lady was bowing, smiling and acknowledging the applause of her audience. Then as the young woman, whom I now recognized as Lillian Taylor, moved toward the piano. I realized that a classmate of mine was conducting a very pleasing and much appreciated recital. The next picture was of a large schoolroom, occupied by children of. perhaps, the second grade. And at the front of the room stood a teacher, whom I knew at a glance was loved by her pupils. This teacher was none other than the vociferous Myra Tompkins of the class of ’18. Now I seemed to enter a large library. It was cool and restful. But suddenly my eyes alighted upon the librarian and I was astounded. I soon recovered my wits, however, when I remembered how capable Katherine Lynch was in keeping track of her books at school. Honora Coveney was the next personage I beheld. And. indeed, she was a personage of a very rare kind. There in the big ring rode Honor upon a sorrel horse, now standing upon its back, now dismounting, and then going through many new and unheard-of stunts. It seemed to be a very long time before I saw anything else; then slowly, dimly, but gradually becoming more distinct. I beheld our dear friend. Lucile Prince, whose ambition it was to be a missionary in India., patiently mending a small hole in a man’s sock. Lucile was bluffing us about her future. Evangeline Francke, so stately and dignified, proved herself to be “game” for anything. In my vision I saw her as a conductor, taking up the tickets in a passenger train. Then Marguerite Newman appeared on the scene. Evidently she had carried out her ambition, as a missionary to Alaska, for she seemed to be playing tag with several small Esquimos. Wesley Vannoy, our dimpling and brilliant president. I found in the state senate chamber, delivering a most convincing address. So. “Sid,” don’t waste any time by attempting to study medicine, because that may not be your calling. Then Harold N. Leverton. whose melancholy disposition so depressed us, came into view. As a horse jockey, he had much time for argument, his hobby, and as he went flying by on his steed I saw the beginnings of a much greater renown 17