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

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He had red hair upon his dome. Every two weeks we had a class meeting, You bet we didn’t forget the eating. In our Sophomore year we took our part In making love and winning hearts. We were still the largest class in school, All told we were forty minus two. We greeted Clyde upon the scene In nineteen hundred and seventeen. This year the Senior class with us Sophomores, (lave a Hallowe’en Party with eats galore. Our Junior year we started out bad, In our class, seventeen was all we had. Twas then we received Kirby with his quiet demeanor. Also, little Maude. Have you not seen her? We gave “The Adventures of Grandpa” as our class play, It was scrumdiforus they all say. In April we had a weiner roast, ’Twas hard to tell who ate the most. We had it at our Kirby’s you know. Of ice cream and cake they sure made some show. In Senior year we studied some. Irene and Mary, Maye and Tom, into our ranks did come. Louise? She got too wise For a place of this size. There’s Carl and Ralph, and John and Mervin, They’re not with us no more than nothin’, We’ve had to work hard for the Oracle this year, You should buy one if you live far or near. Now we are going to graduate. We are sad, yet again we are glad. We’ll always be true to the A. T. II. S., And hold it in memory above all the rest. So on this fleeting moment, to you, We Seniors, bid our fair adieu. —Alda Fraley. 16

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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

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In behalf of the class of 1920, of Auburn Township 11 i «rh School, of the city of Auburn, State of Illinois, U. S. A., 1 am now ('ailed before you, oh innocent Freshmen, blushing Sophomores, and stuck up Juniors, to read to you the last will of the famous class of 1920, whose four brilliant years in High School have furnished the much needed material for the classes before them and the three following. Having so limch knowledge yet in our possession, and after thoughtful and deliberate consideration, we have, finally, to distribute this equally among the three following classes, faculty and certain individuals whom we think will surely profit by the generous gifts. THE WILL 1st. To you, Ob, Teachers, we bequeath a Carnegie medal for your un- tiring patience, and long restlers nights of distress on our behalf and welfare. We also promise you a rest, from 1920 petitions, that your untiring efforts were not in vain, your lives and deeds shall live forever in the memories of the class of 1920. 2d. To you, Oh, green and bashful infants, we give with paternal knowledge, advice achieved by us through four long years of school hardships and actual experiences. Always be sharp, be natural, but never be flat, and you will gradually climb to the steep ladder of life. 3d. To you, Oh, studious and scandalously good looking Sophomores, we bequeath the intellectual ability of the Seniors to translate Caesar. When surrounded by difficulties, remember that the path to success is rough and rocky. 4th. To you, Oh, Juniors, who would be Seniors, and delinquent Seniors who had to be Juniors, east aside your carefree and jolly attitude and begin to assume as Seniors the weighty responsibilities and difficult problems which devolve upon you as you enter upon the dignified and important life of a stately Senior. 5th. Mr. Carlson—We bequeath a new mechanical device for recording absence and tardiness and to say: “Now what can I do for you?” It never shall fail. 6th. To Mr. Hammerlund, we bequeath an everlasting seat on the 5:51 I. T. S. going South. 7th. Miss Gibson, we bequeath a peaceful and tranquil English IV. 8th. Miss Rice, we bequeath a package of love letters from the U. of I. 9th. Mr. MacMullen, we willingly bequeath a standing meal ticket so he “won’t hafta go hungry.” Besides these general donations we leave a few private legacies to-wit: 1st. To Sinclair we leave Ira’s slenderness. 2d. To Goldie Suydan we bequeath Alda’s ingenuity of dressing her hair. 3d. To Wesley Osborne we bequeath Clyde’s manly beauty. 4th. Kirby happily bequeaths his faithful hair tonic to Prof. Carlson. 5th. Ophemie bequeaths her witty remarks to Andy Foster. 6th. To Carl Cline, Ira leaves his undisputed right to pick a quarrel and athletic prowess. 7th. Irene Garvey bequeaths to George Mehr her musical talent. 17