Auburn High School - Trojan / Oracle Yearbook (Auburn, IL)

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Senior Poem There’s a dear old dag: a flying, To which we all are true; We’ll cheer her till we’re dying— It's the White and Navy Blue. There’s a dear old flag a waving Under the dark blue sky; It stands for the things we are learning— Things that are mighty and high. There’s a dear old flag a floating Before us as we go, Guiding to those things we’re hoping To reach at yonder life’s goal. There’s a dear old flag that is hoisted Over our A. T. II. S., And many’s the victory she’s boasted From the teams that are the best. There’s a dear old flag which is loved; A flag to which we all are true. Listen! be ready for the call Of the White and the Navy Blue. —M. Hamilton, ’20. 14

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ALDA FRALEY A. T. H. S. (1—2—3—4).—Com- mercial Course.—Glee Club (4). —Sangamo Lit. Society.—Girl’s B. B. Team.—History—Art Edi- tor in Oracle.—Kloompy in “Ad- ventures of Grandpa’’ (3). MAYE KNOX Hong Kong (2).—Chatham (1). —Auburn (1).—College Prep. —Illiolia Lit. Society. CARL McELVAIN A. T. H. S. (1—2—3).—College Prep. — Track Team — B. B. Team.—Nugato in “Strenuous Life.’’—Tod Hunter in “Ad- ventures of Grandpa.” A RALPH McELVAIN A. T. II. S. (1—2—3).—College Prep. — Track Team. — B. B Team. 13

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History of Senior Class '20 Twas the year of nineteen sixteen We as Freshies first were seen, Forty-three in number were we,— But now you see we are only fifteen. We started out blithe and merry, As we marched to the tune of “Jerry.” We went to the tent, two rooms in addition; Kids out of town all paid their tuition, That they might join our jolly bunch, They even had to bring their lunch. Commercial rooms were at the hall, Masonic, I believe is what t’is called. If one of our loving teachers stepped out lie told us to study and never to pout— Instead of doing the honorable thing, Papers and erasers we would sling. Oh yes, our principal's name, by Jing! I forgot, it was Jerry Borgerding. He always gave us Freshies our rates— Told us to never stay out late, And if we should by chance do this, A lesson or two next day we’d miss. Zeros in the day-book repeatedly came, Discouraged were we—almost insane, We sat in that tent till November twenty-three With frogs in our throats, icic'es on our feet. Thanksgiving blessings fell on us too, For at that time we got to move Into our new mansion, which we thought great Now this a lot of excitement did create. We celebrated cur school dedication, And spread small pox all over the nation. Now this was something very rare, And caused a big to-do and scare. Ira had it, almost died, I really meant he very near cried To have to miss his precious classes, For to read his grades lie needed glasses. Miss Bristol was our class advisor, We couldn’t have had a wiser. Our president’s name it was Sloan, 15