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

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8th. Tom Ilall leaves his Jack Dempsey qualities to Russel Snyder. 9th. Marie who treads the light fantastic toe bequeaths her gracefulness to Mervin Foster. 10th. R Allen bequeaths her shiny nose to Olive Hughes. 11th. To Ruth Plowman we bequeath Thelma’s art of talking. 12th. Maye Knox bequeaths her green waist to Francelia Masterson. 13th. Mary Hamilton bequeaths her stately walk to Louise Van Doren. 14th. To Ruth Davis, Maude Dixon bequeaths her rosy cheeks. Use them with care Ruth. Lastly we do hereby nominate and appoint Miss Gibson, to he executor of this our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills made by us. In witness thereof we have subscribed our names and affixed our seal, this day of May, in the year of our Lord, 1920. CLASS OF 1920. 18

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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

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Prophecy Taking the steamer “Frank 0. Lowden,” I sailed for Brest France. On my arival there I proceeded immediately to Paris. After being there a few days I was invited by a party of American friends to visit “Smith’s Art Gallary” dedicated by French people to the American soldiers, sailors and marines. I seemed to note something familiar in a dignified lady who was acting as personal conductor for a party of tourists. At the same time she fixed her eyes on me and seemed to be studying me carefully. Recognition flashed upon both of us simultaneously. The two names, Ophemie Smith and my name were uttered almost in unison. Ophemie, I learned, had been appointed jointly by the United States and France as matron of this memorial Gallary. Her selection was prompted by her well remembered dignity and retiring dispo- sition. After a few more days in Paris my mission called me to Belguim. One day as I stopped at a wayside well my attention was attracted by a charming woman approching carrying a water jar on her head. It was Irene Garvey. After talking for a short time, she took me to her home and there I met her Belgian husband. The one with whom she corresponded during the war. Now my labors in France and Belgium were finished. The remainder of my European mission was but a brief service in England. One bright, sunny morning I delved into London and found myself in the largest city in the world. Who would have guessed that even here I was to encounter a member of the Auburn Township class of “1920.” But a sturdy gentleman with a very much at home air seemed nevertheless to touch a cord in my memory. While studying his apparently elusive identity, 1 heard a passer-by hail him as “Clyde.” The mystery was solved. I was standing within arm’s length of Clyde Welch, noted athlete of the 1920 class. Clyde has long been famous as champion heavy-weight boxer and was, at this time, conducting a boxing Academy in London. It was a happy meeting. Me was very much the same “old Clyde.” Back to dear old U. S. A. and on entering the harbor at New York, I stood upon the deck for another look at the Statue of Liberty. I seemed to sense some sort of change, and I was advised by a fellow passenger that Mary Hamilton had been engaged to shine the lights in the Statue, “with a lemon in one hand and the ocean in the other.” My next stop was at Harrisburg, Pa., where Kirby Knox is professor of French in the New World University. I keenly regretted that the urgency of - my trip did not permit me to call on Professor Kirby. From Harrisburg I went to Salisbury, North Carolina, where it was my pleasure to renew my acquaintance with another of the A. T. II. S. class of ’20. Who should it be blit Alda Fraley who won a million dollar prize for her now celebrated essay on “Millinery, Manicuring, and Hairdressing.” Returning to Illinois, I arrived in Chicago just in time to attend the Barnum and Bailey Circus and witness the wonderful performance of Miss Beatrice Allen now the World’s most famous Circus Rider. Her feats are certainly thrilling. Next city I had occasion to visit was Rockford, Illinois, where, who should I meet but Miss Pearl Herron, the leading saleswoman for the “Paul Jones Airplane Co.” I accepted her invitation for a trial flight in one of the 39