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

Text from Pages 1 - 110 of the 1921 volume:

Byron Barbee, President Clyde Evans, Secretary Edward Solomon Thomas Hall Lewis Poster Orin Jenkins Simon Herron 4 LEE K. CARLSON Principal Dedication To MISS ELIZABETH SPENCER In grateful recognition of her untiring work and loyal devotion to our in terests, we, the Senior Class of the Auburn Township II:gh School, do respect fully dedicate this fifth volume of the Oracle. ORACLE STAFF Editor in Chief............................... Assistant Editor...................:.......... Business Manager.............................. Advertising Manager........................... Art .......................................... Dramatics .................... v............. Society ........................1............. Jokes ........................................ Calendar ..................................... Staff Critic ................................. ...Arthur Stout Esther Morrison Terry Lindner ...Bernice Allen Henry Parrish Mary Beard ...John Murphy William Murphy ....Erma Moore Miss Spencer Class Officers First Semester Terry Lindner.................President...... John Murphy..................Vice-President.. Arthur Stout ...................Secretary.... Mary Beard....................Treasurer...... Andrew Foster ..............Sergeaut-at-Arms Class Motto—Seize the Opportunity. (.’lass Colors—Old Gold and White. Class Flower—Yellow Rose. Second Semester Mary Beard Hayward Bigler Terry Lindner .....Clifford Ping Raymond Hatcher Commencement Program Junior-Senior Banquet ...........................................April 22 Baccalaureate .....................................................May 22 Class Day .........................................................May 25 Commencement ..........................................-......... May 27 GLADYS E IIOPPIN Instructor in English DR. FRANK FAWCETT Instructor in Science BESSIE PATTON Instructor in Mathematics 8 RUBY RICE Instructor in Domestic Science II. W. FUNDERBURK Instructor in Manual Training and Agriculture 9 l. r. McMullen Instructor in History. EDITII PADDACK Instructor in English Senior Alphabet A—is for Allen, The peroxide blond. Of candy and Arthur She surely is fond. B—is for Bunker Of ’76 fame. This one is modern, But famous just the same. C—is for Cc merford And Clara fair; They are both very charming, Tho' fond of bobbed hair. D—is for Duff; She sure is a duffer. She stayed at home so long, We thought we’d have to flunk her. E—is for Erma, Modest and shy. She’s sure to be happy If Reuben is nigh. F—is for Foster, Who rides in a Ford: If it should turn over He’d be with the— G—'is for Grinny, Engelman’s his name; If he should stop grinning He’d never be the same. H—is for Hayward, And Hatcher too. To Kathryn and Helen They’ll ever be true. I—is for Ingels, Who seldom does dream In Senior class rooms; But lie sure is a scream. J—is for Johnny, Of Irish descent; In society circles He is a fine gent. K—is foj dfH )y, Of itu Klux Klan ; At slinging ink bottles He’s a splendid, good fan. L—is for Lindner, Who knows how to bluff; A good spicy argument He certainly “luffs.” M—is for Mary, From Thayer she came; Xow she’s an Auburnite Of illustrious name. N—is for Xonie, Laughing and merry, She’ll make a fine housewife. If she ever gets Terry. 0—is for Orr, Gangly and weak; When lie goes to Chatham, It’s Bunker he seeks. P—is for Parrish, And Clifford Ping; When it comes to athletics, The bacon they bring. 11 Senior Alphabet—Con. Q—’s for the questions. U—is for all of us, On final exam., Seniors you see, That turn our hair gray, We’re thru’ with our finals, And make us say— And chuckling in glee. R—is for Russell, V—’s the Valedictorian, The runt of our class. Esther Morrison by name. Tho’ small in stature, In Chatham High School Not lacking in brass. She began her fame. S—is for Stout; W—is for Williams, May he never grow thin, And also for Bill, Or live to think One’s our joke editor, Of the “might have been.” The other keeps still. T—is for Thomas, X, Y, and Z— Who stands quite aloof: We can’t make them rhyme, Against Cupid’s wiles, So it’s our chance to tell you, lie surely is proof. Here’s the end of our line. 1 P 1 A THOMAS IRWIN Success in life is a matter not so much of opportunity as of perse- verance. JOHN MURPHY Pew things are impossible to dili- gence and skill. MARIE COMERFORD Hang sorrow; care would kill a eat—and therefore let’s he merry. ANDREW FOSTER The deed I intend to do is great; but what, as yet I know not. ESTHER MORRISON And still we grazed, And still the wonder grew, That one small head Could hold all that she knew. WILLIAM MURPHY lie is so full of pleasant anecdote: so rich, so gay, so poignant is his wit. RUTH DUFF I meet the changes time and chance present, With modest dignity and calm content. HOWARD WILLIAMS Labor and intent study I take to be my portion. 14 . TERRY LINDNER Beware of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, bear it that the op- pored may beware of thee. ERMA MOORE Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low; an excellent thing in woman. ARTHUR INGELS Perhaps my semblance might de- ceive the truth, That I to manhood have arrived so near. SIMULA IRE ORE Pleasant lias been rnv business in life, And every change of fortune easy to me, Because I still was easy to myself. 15 NOXIE MULCAHY She’s little but she can’t be over- looked. ARTHUR STOUT Here sits our friend, the editor, Whose task is never done, Tho’ be should work from niglit till morn, From dawn till setting sun. CHLOE BUNKER Well I know her, Of easy temper, naturally good. And faithful to her word. CLIFFORD PING The riches of the common w alth Are free strong minds, and hearts of health. 16 RAYMOND HATCHER Whoe’er excels in what we prize, Appears a hero in our eyes. MARY BEARD Think naught a triHe, tho’ it small appear; Small sands the mountain, mo- ments make the year, And trifles life. HENRY PARRISH Early to bed and early to rise And you miss the best part of the day. BUSSELL SNYDER I do know him by his height; He is a friend. 17 BERNICE ALLEN They say we women like to he bossed; .just try it and see. HAYWARD BIGLER Come, let us go while we are in our prime; And take the harmless folly of our time. CLARA CAN HAM If she will, she will, and you may depend on’t, And if she won’t, she won’t and there’s an end on’t. JOHN ENGELMANN The thing that goes the farthest Towards making life worth while, That costs the least, and does the most, Is just a pleasant smile. 18 KIRBY KNOX All thing’s come to him who will but wait. History of Class 1921. Once more the year s cycle brings ns to the writing of a prophecy, will, and history. Once more a Senior Class quits the old A. T. II. S. to give place to another Senior Class. We can truthfully say that we are entitled to our diplomas, for we have earned them by persevering effort and hard work. Four years ago, we first met as a class with 20 members. Eight of the original ones and seventeen new additions now complete our number. We have lost some, who for diverse reasons were compelled to quit school. It is unfortunate for them to be obliged to be thus handicapped by their lack of education, and it is a loss to the class in the material they would have furnished for athletic and oratorical work. But, although we sustained serious lorses. our new recruits filled their places admirably. Through all four years we have worked for the best in- terests of the class and school without that objectionable factional strife which has been, unfortunately, a characteristic of some of our predecessors. Through all our high school life, we have had a class spirit that repre- sented the highest ideal of elevation and loyalty. We have worked for our class and school in social affairs and athletics; and in both acquitted ourselves with honor. We have produced stars in football, basketball and track. Our guests agree that we are royal entertainers. We have proven our mettle in the class- room and in later years our achievements will inspire brain wrecked students to new exertions. Our high school life has been full of pleasure, fun and profit. We have had good times that can never be forgotten. Football games, parties, scrimmages in the gym, and a host of unrelated events recur to us in confused sequence. May the history we have made in school be a precursor of the life we shall soon take up, and may we always look hack on our high school days with gratitude and satisfaction. 19 ARTHUR STOUT. Senior Poem For four long years, A. T. IT. S., Our reot have trod your halls, Years full of .joy and happiness, Some sorrows too, but small. We’ve studied energetically The lessons you assigned, Perhaps not as we should have done. Pray do not us malign. Thanks to your lessons nobly taught, Tho’ learned by many a fall, We leave you now for worldly strife, Where Duty and Honor call. And tho’, Dear School, the wings of time Shall bear us far away, The memory of these happy years With us shall always stay. While iu the war of civic strife, We try to stand the test, We'll make the good the better, Then make the better best. MARY HEARD. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1921 Preamble:— All property, real and personal and of whatever tenure, may be disposed of by this will. We as members of the distinguished Clars of 1921 of the Auburn Township High School in the city of Auburn, County of Sangamon and State of Illinois, knowing ourselves to be of sound mind and character, and taking the uncertainty of this frail and transitory life into consideration, do hereby compose, ordain and declare this to be o.ir Last Will and Testament, not subject to alteration or revocation by any later will which may be drawn up by any other person or persons whose object would be to defraud. Article 1. We order and direct that our executor, hereafter named, fulfill the first requirements of his office, principal among which is the payment of all our jusi debts and funeral expenses as soon after our decease as is most convenient for him. Article 2. To ye, oh beloved and hard laboring faculty, we bequeath a sweet and un- broken succession of restful nights and peaceful dreams, also a reproduction of the dear A. T. II. S. and undergraduate classes. May they be your pride and enjoyment after we have departed. Article 3. To Mr. Carlson, the hardest working man on the faculty, we bequeath an electrical appliance for removing any overlooked cuds of gum, we may have 20 left adhering to the underside of desks, banisters, assembly seats or any likely or unlikely places. Article 4. To Mr. McMullen, we bequeath a number of new jokes that will convert rain into sunshine on next September morning when he will think of us, that distinguished Class of 1021; also a well worn civics book which will remind him of the happy days we spent trying to amend the Constitution. Article 5. To Miss Spencer we bequeath several French novels so that she can spend her spare moments during vacation reading and also translating French to English, so that she won’t be out of practice and will he ready to torture the Seniors of next year with French verbs. Article (i. To Miss Paddack we bequeath a small bell operated by wireless electricity, for the purpose of recalling any senior boys straying in the vicinity of Chat- ham. Article 7. To Mr. Funderburk we bequeath a few interesting novels, which he may read his seventh period assembly, in order to keep the majority from sleep- ing during that time. ArMcle 8. To M'ss Iloppin we bequeath a Shakespearean Play and also a Business Arithmetic to remind her of the dear days spent in Auburn. Article 9. To .Miss Rice, our Domestic Art teacher, we bequeath two books entitled “Furnishings For a Modern Bungalow” and “IIow to Choose an Ideal Gentle- man.” Article 10. To Miss Patton we bequeath the care of the Freshmen girls, especially the Freshmen basket-ball girls, who would have been champions of the school, if it hadn’t been for the Seniors. Perhaps by the time they are Seniors, they will learn. Article 11. To Mr. Fawcett, our Science teacher, we bequeath a method of labeling different acids and elements in the laboratory, also an automatic device for getting new materials. Article 12. To the Junior Class, we bequeath an account of our ambitions to do great things which they as yet, are in no way prepared to do. Push on to the goal and set a good example to the underclassmen. Article 13. To the humorous and wily Sophomores we bequeath the ability of the Seniors to translate Caesar, also a book on, “Solving of Theorems.” Follow this advice and strive on to the end. Some day you will be noble Seniors and the trials and difficulties of Casear and Geometry will be thought of as pleasant moments. Article 14. To ye green and verdant Freshmen, we bequeath the dignity and pride of the Seniors. Be patient and persistent and you will be able to attain it. 21 Article 15. To the Athletic Association and aspiring Athletes we bequeath all our good wishes, honors, and a bottle of witch hazel as representative of the suc- cesses of the past. We congratulate you on being once more on a nourishing physical basis and anticipate your successes in the future. Article 16. There are a few personal belongings that we will gladly bequeath to some of you underclassmen, they are: 1st—To Teddy Skaggs and Wayne Gibson, Clifford Ping’s and Raymond Hatcher’s ability in basket ball. 2nd—To Allen Sechler, Arthur In gel’s power of “kidding.” 3rd—To Virginia Clark, Sinclaire’s method of reducing. 4th—To Dorothy Barbee, Howard Williams’ “bashfulness.” 5th—To Bus Landon, one-half the knowledge that Esther Morrison has obtained during the last four years of school. 6th—To A della Bigler, a book of Russel Snyder’s entitled, “How To Be- come Tall.” 7th—To Lucy Merriam, Erma Moore's “swiftness”. 8th—To Carl Cline, Bill Murphy’s “wit”. 9th—To Violet Stevens, Chloe Bunker’s laugh. 10th—To Thornton Nuckols, the hair tonic ((brilliantine) of Arthur Stout. Cse it Thornton and your hair will always look the same. 11th—To Keith Corned, a book of Bernice Allen’s entitled, “Loving Eddie. ” 12th—To John Masterson, Thomas Irwin’s yellow collar. 13th—To Lottie Engert, Xonie Mulcahv’s power of “vamping”. 14th—To Perry Lorton, Henry Parrish’s ability in football. 15th—To Edna White, Ruth buff’s quietness. 16th—To Walter Brittin, Andrew Foster’s knowledge of Fords. 17th—To Orville Fry, Hayward Bigler’s everlasting smile. 18th—To Arthur Sabine, Kirby Knox’s baseball knowledge. 19th—To Marjorie McGlothlin, John Engelman’s complexion. 20th—To Wesley Osborn, the gracefulness of Marie Comerford. 21st—To Blanche Snell, Mary Beard’s ability in short story writing. 22nd—To Julia Maddox, Terry Lindner’s power of “bluffing”. 23rd—To Velma Meiklejohn. John Murphy’s “freckles”. Article 17. To you. oh. people in general, we bequeath sweet memories, hoping that you will ever think of us as we plod on fulfilling our mission in life and being of service to mankind. Lastly we name and appoint Miss Spencer as the executor of this, our Last Will and Testament, hereby immediately declaring null and void all former wills. In witness whereof we have subscribed our names and affixed our seal, at Auburn Towns May, 1921. Bernice Allen Chloe Bunker William Murphy John Engelman Thomas Irwin Andrew Foster Mary Beard Marie Comerford Arthur Ingels ip High School. Aubun Terry Lindner Russell Snyder John Murphy Sinclair Orr Ruth Duff Erma Moore Arthur Stout Clifford Ping , Illinois, this 25th day of Kirby Knox Howard Williams Nonie Mulcahy Esther Morrison Clara Canham Raymond Hatcher Hayward Bigler Henry Parrish CLARA CANHAM. 22 Senior Class Prophecy 1921. If ever anything was bewitched it musl be this ink—three blots and 1 have only written a half page, and I thought I was a success as an authoress. Thus I sat with my head in my hands, wondering why it was so much harder to write that book than the one before. My first novel, “Mary Hay”, had met with instantaneous success. Maybe I needed a rest. It didn’t take long for me to decide. I would leave the little Hotel Barton in the city of Bern, Switzerland which had been my home for the past seven years, and go back to the scene which I had not visited since 1922. Accordingly I set out three days later. On my way across France 1 stopped at Paris. Getting board and room at the Hotel de Chateau. I decided to stay over night. As I walked along a long hall on the way to my room I was attracted by a tall, graceful lady who was dressed in the height of fashion. In her arm she carried a little Pomeranian dog. -Just then the dog jumped from her arms and by the little cry she gave, to my amazement. 1 recognized my old classmate Chloe Bunker. In the little conversation we had, she told me of her life as a fashion designer, and then went back to our old school days. She also told me how she and Allan Sechleu were married and in two years parted after a disagreement over the political independence of women. Broken down with grief, she told me that she had come to France to try to forget the past. Early the next morning I left Paris via aeroplane for London. There seemed to be something wrong with the machine and when we were about thirty miles from Paris it glided unsteadily to the ground. The pilot reas- sured us that there was no danger but that the aeroplane sure acted like an old Ford he owned some ten years ago. The tone of his voice sounded familiar. I went towards him and soon found out that I was standing face to face with Andy Foster. On the rest of our journey he told me how he had become disgusted with Auburn girls and had gone to an aviator’s training school, from which he was transported to France. He said that he wanted to find something different, lie sure succeeded, for later I found out that Mrs. Andy Foster was a beautiful French peasant girl. Three hours later I landed in London. On a tour of England, before leav- ing, I found Ruth Duff keeping a poultry farm. She had the best looking fowls of anyone in the country and was prospering greatly in her new in- dustry. I asked her if she were married and she replied, “Why, most cer- tainly I am.” Just them a man stepped to the door and grinned—and lo! and behold! It was John Engelman. After leaving the poultry farm 1 packed my trunk and set sail for home. It was only a few months later that I was riding on a train on my way to Florida. I picked up a newspaper and looking through it I saw a rather familiar face on the society page. I looked at it a while. These were the exact words that were below the picture: “Miss Mary Beard, Society Girl of St. Louis, (formerly of Auburn, 111.) announces her engagement to Mr. Cyrus Pediskoski, Wealthy Tobacco Merchant, of St. Louis.” I thought to myself, “How could little Mary, who was so pretty, marry a man with such a name?'' I tore her picture out of the paper and put it in my purse. Then I laid the paper down, as the train pulled into Richmond, Virginia. On my way through the business part of that c’tv I found a sign reading: “Williams Auto Sales Co. Conducted by 11 is Wife.” “Well,” I thought, “that certainly is a brazen statement, I wonder who had the nerve to exhibit such a sign?” when out of the door tripped a dippy little lady, with bobbed hair and wearing shell-rimmed glasses. I immediately recognized my old friend Clara Canhain. She laughed as she said, “How do you like my new sign?” I reached for my smelling salts and grabbed a telephone post for support. Star- ing at her with dim. unseeing eyes, I thought, “How Clara had changed.” What possessed her to be conducting such a business. She told me that, after several years of repeated attempts to become reconciled to love’s decree, she and Harold decided to enter the holy bonds of wedlock. “Harold is over on the other side of the street manufacturing Fords, wh’le I have my garage on this side of the street and sell them. He guarantees the wind: hiclds unbreakable too.” It was just exactly three weeks later that I went to a movie in the city of Lexington, Mississippi. I gave the ticket agent the money for my ticket and he said. “Keep your money, I like to do favors for old classmates of mine.” I stood gaz:ng at him for a long time wondering, “Who could it be?” when I at last recognized Henry Parrish. lie laughed as he said, “I think you will find the show very, very interesting.” I waited eagerly for the picture to begin because I could not learn any- thing more from the obstinate Henry. First came the director’s name—the cameraman’s and all the flourishes. Then came the cast of characters. Play- ing the lead were Fifi Ponseti and Jack Spratt. Still I was in the dark. In a few minutes came some wonderful closeups that made me gasp and stare alternately. But in spite of disguise, in names and make-ups, I recognized Erma Moore and Bill Murnhy. Then I remembered that they were playing in, “The Pursuer and The Pursued”. “Ain’t it the truth,” I heard somebody beside me say; and taking mv eyes away from the screen 1 looked right into the surprised face of Arthur Stout. “What is it, dear?” asked a slivery voice on the other side and there sat Bernice Allen, only it wasn’t “Allen” any more. We couldn’t talk very much for our attention was riveted on the scene before us. It was natural—almost tearful. It made me feel ten years vounger and dream that we were still hi High School. Mrs. Stout remarked that Jack Spratt had a wonderful constitution, being able to survive on the same diet for so many years. Arthur shock his head forebodingly. “Time will tell, time will tell,” he repeated sagely. Before leaving Mississippi, I took a motor trip through that state. I found Russel Snyder keeping a green house. As I stood talking to Russel for some time, a Ford truck came crashing through an a'lev and stopped suddenly side of us. A woman wildly disheveled leaped out, threw a package at Russell, and said, as she rushed madly into the house, “There’s your old plants, take them, and don’t ever ask me to go after them any more, I have only bad three blowouts!” Recognizing Marie Comerford, I fell faint against the green house—and stood staring until she reappeared on the door step and came running to me crying.” Well of all things. I didn’t know it was you.” On my way through Oklahoma. I stopned at a small town 'n the Wichila Mountains. It was a romantic looking little town with beautiful little cot- tages built in it. As I strolled leisurely through the different streets T passed a little cottage that caught my eye at a glance. A m°n and woman were strol- ling along the side of the house picking Mowers. Thev turned and walked towards the street. They looked at me—stopped, stepped back and said aston-. ished, “Well, just look who is here, where did you come from?” I recognized' 24 John Murphy and Esther Morrison at last, tho' Esther had grown very, very thin, and on the contrary John was very, very fat. Next I found myself trying to work my way through a large crowd on ilu corner of a street in Pomona, California, when a man came rushing through the crowd, turned the corner, and as he did so he tripped me and T sat down in a basket of ripe peaches that were sitting under a canopy. Coming to me he said, “I beg your pardon, I didn’t mean to do it.” I was staring into tho face cf Terry Lindner. It was quite a joke, but it was rather hard to take it that way, with peach stains all over my dress. “What makes you so excited?” I asked, “You didn’t act that way when you were in High School.” “I am elected as governor of Nebraska,” he answered with a dignified air. As if from habit he reached into his pocket and said, “Have a cigar!” Finally he came down to earth again when we began discuss’ng the fate of our different classmates. He told me that, on his way to California, he found Tom Irwin teaching harmony and composition in one of the largest and best con- servatories in Denver. Then a political meeting calling Mr. Lindner, and my train to Arizona calling me, we rushed off as madly as we had met. I was exactly half way to Arizona, when the train stopped to wait for some men to repair a bridge which was considered unsafe. I decided to visit one of the ranches close by. Here was a reminder of the real west. Cattle and cowboys galore! Then several of the dusty riders came toward us. I felt a strange apprehension and became weak kneed and then truly frightened. What was it? Closer, they came and closer—I closed my eyes. Then hearing some one speaking, I opened my eyes and stared into one of the most impos:ng and stern of faces. Then the expression changed and thru’ the bristly, black mustache, under the large cowboy hat, came the voice of Sinclair Orr, just the same as In was in High School except for appearance. Laughing heartily, “Babe”’ told me that Arthur Ingels was just nexl door, that is, on the next ranch, enjoying the same wild free life of a cow- boy too. It was about the middle of July when I reached the state of Kansa ■. I stopped at a small town and attended a chautauqua that was going on there. The first part of the programme was musical, consisting of piano and violin soles and also a few vocal selections. Next the director announced that there would be a lecture on “Spiritualism”, by one of the most noted men of the state, Prof. K. K. Knox. I was startled at his speech, when that same, “red- headed” Kirby Knox stepped on the stage. I was so thoroughly surprised at Kirby’s vocation I could hardly listen to the lecture. After it was over I found him trying to work his way through the crowd to catch the next train. He recognized me immediately and asked, “What has become of the rest of the class?” The only one 1 have seen is, Howard Williams, and he advertises himself as the “Champion Heavy Weight Boxer, of Kansas City, Kansas.” We had no more time for conversation and thus parted for our fixed destina- tions. Before leaving Kansas City, I visited an aunt that lived in the country about four miles south of the city. She, being an old maid, told me that there was a very bewitching school teacher that taught the school in the neighbor- hood ?n which she lived. The next day she took me with her to visit the school. It was a quaint looking little school house with vines growing over it. Before entering the building I kept wondering what that school teacher looked like. We went to the door and knocked. The door opened, and who should be that bewitching teacher, but Raymond Ilatcher, himself. Il was too funny to see Raymond going over and over the alphabet with the little folks very, very patiently. 25 —4 It was about the first of September when I reached Illinois. As I crossed the state the only city I stopped at was Jacksonville. During my short stay there I visited the High School and the Woman’s College. I knew some of the girls that attended the school and while talking to them, one of them said, “You simply must come to meet our Professor, he is simply wonderful!” They took me in—and—that wonderful Professor was, Hayward Bigler. After finally discovering who I was he said laughing, “Are you surprised at my new occupation ?” As I came through Auburn 1 thought 1 would stop and see what the city looked like once more. Things had not changed much except for a few addi- tions to the school building. I went over to the school for a while and who should be the principal but Clifford Ping. I had been thoroughly surprised all the way through but not as 1 was when I found Clifford sitting in the office superintending A. T. II. S. That night 1 sat at the window in my room at home for the first time since June, 1922. I dreamed my trip all over again—witnessing many new scenes and finding so many of my old classmates. I looked out the window, it was dark. How long I had sat there I did not know. The stars had come out and in the distance the moon was just peeping above the horizon. And sitting there in the still, cool atmosphere I felt as Jray in his “Elegy”: “The curfew tolls the knell cf part’ng day, The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness, and to me.” NOME MULCAHY. SALUTATORY Parents, Teachers, and Friends: Our little boat stands tonight at the bending of the stream and we are pausing awhile that we may contemplate our past efforts and draw in a breath for the larger work ahead. We wonder if it is really necessary for any one to try to tell you in words how glad we are to have you with us as we linger here and consider the pleasant calmness of the waters through which we have passed. We have learned how useless words are when we try to express the deepest feelings of our hearts. We have also learned that there is no sweeter word in the English language than the word “Welcome’’. We really wish to say it to you and to say it in the right way. Especially do we bid our parents welcome to this little pause. We cannot leave this pleasant nook without thanking you from the bottom of our hearts. We hut have to remember that it was your countless sacrifices and your untir- ing efforts that poured oil on waters that might have been troubled. Our teachers, whose unending labor among us has prepared us for the greater work that lies beyond and made this vision of a broader life possible, we will remember with joy as the years go by. We feel sure, that without your words of steadiness and kindness in times of despair, the class of Nineteen Twenty-One would not be the largest that ever left the halls of the A. T. 11. S. To the Members of the Board of Education, whose silent unseen work among us. and whose influence behind us, have promoted the possibility of this night, we feel indebted forever. So in behalf of my class I bid vou all welcome. TERRY LINDNER. VALEDICTORY Friends, Teachers and Classmates: Four years ago, we the Class of 1921 stood at the foot of a wonderful mountain. We thought it the most beautiful sight that we had ever beheld as it towered majestically above us. Ilow eagerly we scanned the rugged sides and longed to begin the ascent. But, oh! how dreadfully large it was, how much hard climbing it would take to reach the top. Could we ever do it: We looked so dreadfully small and insignificant beside that monstrous pile. Behind us were the plains of infancy, the gradually sloping benches represent- ing our early school life, and the foot-hills, rough and rocky, which we thought we would never climb. Then the summit of the highest foot-hill stood there representing to us our greatest attainment yet, the eighth grade graduation. All this seemed easy to us now in comparison with climbing this rugged, precipitous mountain whose top was hidden from view by clouds. Weariness sometimes made these clouds appear black and gloomy, other times hope or joy made them look pink and rosy. We were given provisions from which to feed upon and a climbing staff to aid us over the difficult places. Our provisions were plain and coarse but substantial and necessary to sustain life until we reached the top. The first few thousand feet were terrible. Everything was so new and hard. Sometimes our path was overgrown with weeds and brambles, and we had to stop and cut them before we could go on. Sometimes it led around monstrous rocks which seemed ready to fall and crush us. Other times il wound along the verge of a precipice—a false step here, and we would he crushed on the rocks below. Frequently we were frightened by terrible storms during which the lightning and thunder played hide and seek in the mountains. Those storms were examinations and, although they were very severe at first, the farther upward we went the less force they seemed to have, for we were all the time becoming stronger. Our persistence and hard work were lessening the effect of the storms. Many who were not doing their best work were frightened and turned back. Indeed more left us during this first storm period than at any time afterward. All this time the tall mountain pines had darkened our way and it was only at times we could catch a glimpse of the sky. So we advanced a lit 1 lc each day, stumbling and faltering sometimes but never losing ground or turn- ing back. Then gradually our path grew a little wider and more cleared. The ascent also seemed less dangerous to us for we were growing accustomed to climbing and as the fear of falling became smaller we were more able to enjoy ourselves along the way. Some of our members began to win honors in the mountain sports. But best of all, now we could see the golden peaks when the wind drove the clouds away. We began to enjoy the wonderful scenery, especially the pines which, tall and stately, had seemed to reach almost to Heaven. We even began to like climb'ng itself and we often had strength contests to see which one could go the farthest without a staff. There passed two more years—happy ones they were, though we still encountered diffi- culties and our brows were often Avet with perspiration. At the beginning of our Senior years we reached the timber line. There were no more trees to obstruct the trail but there were steep paths and rugged rocks still before us. The higher we journyed the farther we could see, un- til all the country for many miles appeared before us as one great beautiful panorama, showing our understanding and vision were becoming wider and greater. At first we had traveled very slowly, but as we went upward on this home stretch, the path wound toward the top steeper and steeper; we hurried on and on, faster and faster, while excitement and anticipation made our heads dizzy and our hearts thrill. Then before we scarcely realize it, we are here on the peak, the summit of this Mountain of Knowledge. But what is our surprise to find beyond this another mountain range still larger and more rugged. On one side we see The Mount of More Knowledge, on another Specialized Training Peak. In the valley between the two mountain ranges is a city which is prosperous and wealthy. It is tilled with High School graduates. Beyond the distant moun- tain range lies another city. It is a marvelous place ten times richer, healthier and more inspiring than the other, due to its higher position. This is popu- lated with College graduates. Tonight we stand on the pinnacle. As we look backward we are proud that we have accomplished so much. We are glad that we have worked so hard. As we look forward we find this is Ihe turning point, the crisis of our lives. We will either climb farther and upward to greater heights or remain in the valley at out feet. Let us not stop there but let us ever be ascending in this journey of life, striving to go upward and onward, and perhaps some day we will be worthy to be mentioned in the Hall of Fame, not simply for wealth and achievement, but because we have rendered some good service to man- kind if no other than living a pure, noble life. Climbing these mountains means hard work for they are even wilder than the one we have just mounted: but because we have overcome the difficulties so far we shall have strength to overcome new and harder ones. 28 Tonighl out- feelings of joy and sorrow are mingled. Joy, because we have accomplished so much ; sorrow, because we will not be in the dear old school next year. We feci sorry that our class which has worked together for four long years will be broken up and perhaps never all be gathered together again. Now although we have struggled hard to gain these heights on which we stand, we realize we would never have reached them if it had not been for willing and efficient help: if someone had not held down to us strong and capable hands. So we wish to thank all these helpers gratefully and joyfully.- First the directors and taxpayers who planned the journey and provided ns with guides and staffs. Second, the teachers who served as such competent guides inspiring us always to keep climbing upward, and helping us over the difficult places. Lastly, our parents and friends, who have sacrified many necessities in order that we might have the proper equipment and provisions for climbing. To friends and teachers we say, farewell. And to every member of the (’lass of 1921 who has successfully reached I lie summit of this wonderful climb, I say: Heaven is not reached at a single bound. But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round. I count this thing to be grandly true, That a noble deed is a step toward God, Lifting the soul from the common clod To a purer air and a fairer view. We rise by the things that are under our feet. By what we have mastered of good or gain, By the pride deposed or the passion slain And the vanquished ills that we hourly meet. ESTHER MORRISON. 29 JUNIORS� 2 30 First row—William Sturgis, John Masterson, Adella Bigler, Roy Carter, Lottie Engert, Ceeile Crouse, Teddy Skaggs. Second row—Ralph Easley, Ray Nuckolls, Violet Stevens, Mr. McMullen, (Class Advisor) Virginia Clark, Kathryn Regan, Blanche Snell. Third row—Horace Landon, Helen Murphy, Minnie Parrish, Kathryn Clarke, Dorothy Barbee, Lloyd Spencer, Goldie Suydan, Ruth Knox. Fourth row—Hubert Hatcher, Harold Williams, Orville Fry, George Mehr. Walter Brittin, Elizabeth Brunk. Class Officers President..................................................John Masterson Vice-President ............................................Helen Murphy Secretary and Treasurer....................................Virginia Clark Class Motto—B-sharp, B-natural, never B-flat. Class Colors—Red and White. Class Flower—Red and White Rose Buds. 31 Junior Class History Speaking of the “Junior Class”—don't ask us to write anything about ourselves, for we are too modest. We would reather hear the other fellow tell about our good work,—but let him say anything against us! “Beware of our Hag of ‘Red and White .” Shy and green as any Freshmen we first entered High, but we ripened so quickly that, in our Sophomore year, when the Seniors were getting their escorts, they mistook us for Juniors. As for the great good we did last year and lliis, well, you perhaps know the old saying, “Actions speak louder than words.” Cast your eyes about and gaze at the beautiful pictures that decorate tin High School walls; then ask where they came from. No, you need not do that, just read the inscription on one in the assembly and it will tell the story. Are High School Athletics lacking because of support from our class? We can easily answer this, for just count the boys on the Basket-ball and Foot-ball teams and find how many come from the Junior Class. “ Stars too.” As for “Good Lookers”, who took the g'rls and boys beauty contest in '10?—The Freshmen. Did we sell all the Lyceum tickets for the Parent-Teachers? Ju t look at the Red and White banner in the assembly. Was our Junior Play “Topsy Turvey” a success? Ask—anyone! Why, they’re talking about it yet ! Are we pressed for money for our “Oracle”? Look at our bank book. Will we make a success of our Senior year? Just wait and see, for “We’re Quantity and Quality to bring our class of ’22 thru’ any kind of weather.” In the meantime if you would know the secret of our success read this little verse: “The heights of great men reached and kept, Were not attained by sudden Hight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward thru’ the night.” —K. Clarke and II. Murphy. 32 SOPHOMORE First row—Wayne Gibson, Arthur Sabine, Donald McClernon, Mary Cline, Louise Frantz, Charley Beatty. Second Row—Roscoe Evans, Mary Foster, Bernice Frantz, Lucy Mc- Donald, Anna Regan, Frances Stevens. Third row—Charles Foster, John Johnson, Ella Regan, Patricia Galvin, Miss Paddack, (Class Advisor), Ray Brooks, Drotlia Redeford, May Ilarron, Marjorie McGlothlin, Julia Maddox. Fourth row—Carl Cline, Keith Cornel, Ralph Brooks, Otis Miller, Henry Masterson, Robert Lewis, Austin Van Doren, Velma Meiklejohn. Class Officers President ...................................... Marjorie R. McGlothlin Vice-President .......................................Austin Van Doren Secretary and Treasurer............................... Henry Masterson Class .Motto—The elevator to success is not running, take the stairs. Class Colors—Old Gold and Purple. Class Flower—American Beauty Rose. 34 THE SOPHOMORES TOOT THEIR HORN (With due apologies to Wordsworth and Lowell) Bliss was it in that school to live and learn, But to he Sophomores; that was very heaven. And what is so rare as the Sophomore Class? They who leave Auburn in ’23, Have a huge wealth of power amassed, From their great superiority. Whether in Science or in “Math”, We excel all who stand in our path; The whole school seems to sense our power, Bv what we donate to its “all star teams.” They sense it more fully hour by hour, As our star cf tr’umph more brightly gleams. The flush of victory may well be seen, On every Sophomore’s smiling face; We’re loyal also, tho’ some demean, And lead others to think we are not in the race; But there’s never a Freshie too slow or too green, To see why all must sing our praise, And our great prowess may oft times be seen, E’en haughty Juniors to amaze. HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF ’23 Now the history of the class of three-and-twenty, of the high school of the Mty of Auburn, county of Sangamon, state of Illinois, is in this wise: In the beginning, in the twentieth year, of our Lord, in the ninth month, and on the sixth day of that month, there entered into the land of learning three and forty seekers of knowledge. Some.came up from the eighth grade where they had for many months been busily engaged in storing their minds with the honey cf wisdom; some were green and fresh from a far country; some came from the farms, where they were tillers of soil; and some were from other halls of instruction. Likewise it came to pass, as we did enter this land, that we were received with malicious glee by a certain band of wild beings, who were called Sopho- mores, and who because of their fierce taste for Freshman blood, did pounce upon them daily and nightly, and caused them to suffer great things, and to say in their hearts, “Behold, blessed is the name of Education, for because of it have we endured great torments, both of body and mind. Verily have we been martyrs to a great and noble cause!” Now it so happened that in this land to which they had come, there ruled one known as Lee Russell Carlson, a professor of much wisdom; who at the beginning spake thus: “(lo gather ye in a body, and organize a class, that ve may gain strength.” lie then entered into our body speaking thus: “In order to gain strength you must not be out late but must be in bed by e’glit o’clock every night, for if you do not, behold, a lesson or two you will miss next day.” Then in the year of twenty-and-one, there entered into th;s land of knowl- edge eight-and-twenty seekers of this wisdom. Lo, since we had entered into Iliis land of learning we decided that we must keep up with the other classes and in doing so we would have to earn seme money. The opinion of the leader of our class, was to have us give our suggestions, and we spake in this wise: “We must sell candy to make this money.’’ Straightway our class made money enough to have a party at the beginning of the year. Now it was a rule that every one in the class should bring someone to the party. Therefore, we had a good attendance and every one said that they had a good time, but be- hold we still had some money left in the treasury. Some others spake in this manner: “Lo, why couldn't we have candy «ales at the Basket-ball and Foot-ball games?” Straightway the class began to do this and we put more money into the treasury. Behold others said: “Why couldn’t the Freshmen and we have a contest and see which could sell nine hundred bars of candy first.” Lo, the Freshmen had sixty in their class to sell their candy and we had only eight and twenty to sell ours, but we were such good workers that we sold it before the Fresh- men were hardly started. Behold what a slow bunch they are! After the first semester was over the Sophomores had now laid away some money. Therefore the Sophomores and Seniors intended to give a party and entertainment to the Freshmen and Juniors. But time sped rap’dly and the Seniors were too busy. Therefore there was no party and the Sophomores still have money in the treasury. Behold we have had two years of success in the A. T. 11. S. and we hope as we journey through the next two, they will be equally successful. CHARLES J. FOSTER, vlass Historian. df ;?7 CLASS ROLL First row—Mary Engelmann, Beulah Sutheard, Marion Peile, Lucy Mer- riatn, Marie Copelin, Perry Lortou, Robert Ilines, Lewis Krueger, Truman Cary. Second row—Julia McAvoy, Clemence Criquelion, Juanita Ilutton, Edna White, Alice Bigler, Henrietta Lindner, Virginia Bigler, Rachael Krueger, Susaune Mulcahy, Raymond Williams, George Boulanger. Third row—Mary Ella Fernandes, Kathryn Zimmerman, Willabee Vin- cent, Herbert Masterson, Herman Burnett, Claude Lemons, Della Craddock, Vera Bliss, Robert Foster. Fourth row—Julia Mae Allen, Lucille Leaverton, Marjorie Brittin, Ruth Baker, Artie Wright, Eugene Ryan, Walter Freeman, Thornton Nuckolls. Marvin Keltner. Fifth row—Leola Foster, Edna Fry, Catherine Hart, Norman Stout. Harold Hall, Glen Harnly, Paul Coppage. Sixth row—Louisa Foster, Adda Sallade, Miss Patton (( lass Advisor), Alice Arbuckle. Charles Morrison, Floyd McMurdo, Albert Hart, Allen Sechler. Class Officers President................................ Vice-Preside,............................ Secretary ............................... Treasurer .........................'..... Class Motto—Wat, limb. (’lass Colors—White n-. Class Flower—Sweet Pea?, Charles Morrison ....Marion Peile ...Walter Freeman ...Marjorie Brittin 9 38 “THE FRESHIES” The class of 1924 Numbers fifty and five more. In 1920, September 4, We went through the High School open door And took our places on the assembly floor. In Latin, English, and Sewing too, And General Science with plenty to do In Basket-ball, Gym and Algebra We’ve had our share of work and play. For Auburn Township High we’ll cheer And call our first a banner year. CHAMPION COQUETTE—WORST WOMAN HATER—CONTEST Who in the A. T. H. S. is the most successful in securing the admiration of the male sex, and which of these is the least responsive? This question was answered during the “Champion Coquette and Worst Woman Hater Contest”, conducted by the Seniors for the purpose of aiding the sale of Oracles. Twenty votes were given for a payment of fifty cents, but, if the whole amount—one dollar—was paid, the buyer was entitled to fifty votes, to divide and place in any way he chcse. The nomination was open to any one in the high school. Daily results were posted on the bulletin board. No slams were inteded in this contest, it was only to be treated as a .joke and the majority viewed it as such. The results were as follows: LUCY MERRIAM. Champion Coquette. First—Julia Maddox, 690. Second—Dorothy Barbee, 510. Also Ran—Lottie Engert. Worst Woman H First—Carl Cline .' 5 Editorials. MORE AND BETTER LIGHTS FOR AUBURN The fact that Auburn should have more and better lights cannot justly be denied by anyone. The lights which the city has now are too far apart and are not strong enough to throw light the distance that they are expected to. A forty watt bulb every two blocks, as they are supposed to be, is not enough to give sufficient light. On several streets, however, the lights are three or four blocks apart. It is very unpleasant to walk on such a street on a dark night unless the walks are good and you have with you a good flashlight. On Sixth Street there is not a light between the Advent Christian Church and the High School, while on Fifth Street for six blocks there is a 1 isrlit on every corner except one. The city is liable for suit for damage almost any time, because someone might, in the darkness, step off the sidewalk and receive an injury. Dark streets and alley-ways are eonduc;ve to crime and immoralitv. Horace Bancroft once said, “A well- lighted city is a well-policed city.” It is more economical to have streets and alleys well lighted than to hire extra police and to pav the expense of law suits. A well lighted city is beautiful at night for miles around and toursts cannot help noticing and admiring a city which is well lighted and up-to-date in this resnect. ROY CARTER. SPORTSMANSHIP Bv sportsmanship we mean those qualities which make up a loyal school spirit, with pleas'ng manners and manly conduct at all times. This sort of spirit should begin within the school building during school hours. Any normal boy or girl knows how to conduct himself or herself in classrooms, halls, and assembly. He should be careful of the privileges of other students in the recitation room and show respect to the instructors. Conduct in the halls will quickly tell the sportsmanship of any student. In the assembly care should be taken not to hinder any fellow student from studying, if you are not in a studious state of mind. If these lessons are well learned inside the school building and there practiced 1o perfection, there will he 1‘ttle trouble of having clean and honest athletics. The participants of the various school sports will know how to conduct themselves so as not to infringe upon the rights of rival participants—thereby showing their good sportsmanship and avoid- ing many harsh words and quarrels. This would bring about a more exact method of determining inter-scho- lastic champions in every sport along with a much more pleasant time for the game officials and the onlookers. Sportsmanship must be carried to the sidelines by the entire student body. When students are loyal to their school and team, and courteous to visitors, the people of the com- munity will pattern after them. Should visit’ng teams be of better merit than the home team, they do not deserve to be jeered and hooted al for their accomplishment. Then with sportsmanship practiced and tested in the school building and carried to the athletic field and side- lines, we will have a finer school with belter educational opportuni- t’es for the community. JOHN MASTERSON. OUR NEED OF A PUBLIC LIBRARY Some prominent men have said. “Reading is the spice of life,” ethers, “that reading is one of the 40 greatest things in life.” We read not only for educational purposes but also for entertainment. Heading is a recreation not only for the old but for the young as well. We know our young people must have some sort of amusement. Could any parent wish his children to spend their leisure hours in a better place than a good library, where only the best authors and stories are put out? We find a number of young people reading books that are nothing more than “trash.” Why is this? Simply because they must have some sort of pastime and they read just any book. If we had a good library where only the best books were kept, they would naturally read these. We find many people who do not care to read. Do they realize what a great amount of enjoyment they are nursing? Why is this? Because in their childhood the books they read were not suitable for people of their age, consequently they formed a great dislike for reading, and have never had an opportunity to over- come this great disadvantage. If we had a good public library we would find a great part of this would be overcome. There would he a variety of books to choose from and one could easily select those which he liked. Also a library is a great help in the school work. How many times do our pupils wish references for debates, themes or reports? Material for these subjects could be easily found in a library. If it were not for reading would Ave be as far advanced as Ave are today? Why then should Ave let •such a great need slip bv? All our neighboring towns have good libra- ries. Then why should Auburn be a back number in regard to current events and good literature. MINNIE PARRISH. SUITABLE GIFT SHOULD BE PRESENTED TO SCHOOL BY SENIORS. Every year should see a suitable gift presented to the High School by its graduating Senior Class. For four years it has been nurtured and taught by its Alma Mater and then at the end of its secondary period of training the class should be grateful enough to reward her in some Avay. Besides showing its interest in the welfare of the school and grateful- ness for education received there it adds to the dignity of the class as Avell as giving another remembrance to the school. Several different plans may be suggested for this: First, the class might present to the school a framed picture contain- ing the photographs of each member of the class. Second, it might be a valuable picture or one of the old master- pieces which should always be ap- propriate and suitable. Third, another appropriate gift could be a valuable book: reference Averk or something of that sort Avhich shou'd always endure. Other schools are doing this more and more. In some places, where money is available, valuable gifts such as statuary are presented. In after years younger pupils who look at the pictures will remember there is a link between us and them and that our troubles Avere the same as theirs, giving them courage for their otherwise hated lessons. Let us be the class to start the custom by appropriating some money for this purpose, and pre- senting the school either Avith our group pictures or some other gift Avhich should make the faculty and younger pupils always remember the Class of 1921. ESTHER MORRISON. —G 41 Poet's JOG ALONG There are battles to be won, There are great tasks to be done, Many tilings must be o’er come, Jog along. When you feel like sitting still, Make your body do your will, And go onward to the hills. Jog along. Soon the mountains of delight, Will be bursting on your sight, Every shadow will lie bright, Jog along. Do not try to strive for fame, For there’s nothing in a name, You may end in sin and shame, Jog along. The world has need of men like you, Who are steadfast, brave and true, Show it what you can really do, Jog along. MARY BEARI). EUREKA The path of knowledge is closely hedged By many a thorn and briar, So you must brave their scratches If you wish to find the flower. The earth is full of jewels, And if you look aright, You ’ll find a gem, it’s Wisdom’s own, Uncut but sparkling bright. MARY BEARD. A GRAND AND GLORIOUS FEELIN’ When vour team wins the game That it practiced for, for weeks, Don’t you feel that “proud spirit” Around your heart begin to creep? Don’t you feel your head get larger As it suddenly begins to swell? Don’t you think that they are won- derful. Those boys, who played so well? Corner When they came out on the floor, In that line of single file, Didn’t you want to tell the world That they’d win, after while? When they took turns shooting baskets, As they stood there on the floor, Didn’t you waint to yell they’d make it. Not only it, but more and more? When the whistle blew and the game began, And our boys got that ball, Didn’t you feel a thrill of delight, To see it spinning down the hall? But when the opponents got it. And made baskets, oh so quick, Let nie ask you, Rooter, Didn’t it make you sick? But, say, toward the end of that game, When our boys got that ball, Didn't you again feel that thri'l. To see il spimrng down the hall? And, as you stood there watching, And you felt so much like squealin’ When we fiuallv won the game; Wasn’t it a “Grand and Glorious Feclin ’?” HELEN MURPIIY. OUR CHEMISTRY TEACHER Did you ever have a teacher, A little old, but kind and good. Who always reminded you of your lessons, As any teacher should? When we take our places In his class and open our text. His first remark is always— “Now, the lesson for the next—” Even if we had recited In the very best way we knew, He always impressed upon us, To take “the lesson in review.” And as we sat there listening To his lectures on things he knew, He eventually ended up with, “Take the lesson in review.” Even on our “lab” days When we entered with that text, lie opens up his book with— “Now, the lesson for Ihe next—” When we ask him for advice, Then he tells us what to do, Always ending up with— “Take the lesson in review.” So we study bravely, Pouring over our text, And always we do study “The lesson for the next—” As we are reading diligently, And that book we study thru, Always we remember— “The lesson in review.” HELEN MURPHY. WHEN I AM BIG When I am big, I’m going to have A house where children can be bad, They won't have to wash an’ always be clean, An’ sit on a chair and be nice and serene; They can talk an’ laugh, an’ “fer” all I care, They can sit on my bestest parlor chair! 1'hey can eat what, they want, at meals and between, An’ I won’t insist that their hands be clean, An’ I'll be thankful, if they are able To lean their elbows on the dinner- table, An’ if they want two pieces of cake, I’ll say “surely, dear,” and another I’ll make. They can climb a tree or a shed that’s Hat, With no one to say “don’t do this” or “that”, They can eat my cherries—or my apples pick, They can eat green ones, too, if they won’t get sick, An’ we’ll all be merry enough for a jig Tn the house I build when I am big. II. M. BON-VOYAGE Sailing on an unknown sea, In the good ship Auburn Hi; We’re headed for the Knowledge Isle— That island now is nigh. Grave dangers may surround our boat, And ugly failure threaten, But all know well it is ably manned. So none have thots of frettin’. Just once each year this goodly ship Is able to touch land, The veteran crew then goes ashore, And others take command. The Senior Class—the veteran crew, On the trip of the year ’21 Will soon be bidding friends adieu, Their journey’s nearly done. M. B. 43 Literary Societies This entertaining and instructive branch of the Iligh School activities, reorganized this year October 28. Miss Hoppin was chosen leader of the Illiolias, and Mr. McMullen of the Sangamos. Each pupil’s name was written on a slip of paper and placed in a hat; then the leaders drew and the pupil belonged to the society bv whose leader his name was drawn. The spirit of rivalry has been very strong and great interest was dis- played in the monthly programs. When the final contest was held April the fifteenth, the interest was keyed to the highest pitch. Perhaps you wonder at this rivalry and ask the reason. The reason stands in the office—a handsome gold cup. The society winning Ihe contest has its name engraved upon this each year. Three years out of five wins the cup for the society. Then too, the contestants receiving first place in each event are sent to the County meet to gain honors for their school. The programs, and results of the final contest were as follows: ILLIOLIA Officers President .........Virginia Clark Vice-President ....Esther Morrison Secretary ...........Sinclair Orr Treasurer..........Horace Liandon Program Nov. 24. Trio — William Murphy, Ray Brooks, Horace Landon. Vocal Solo—Marjorie McGlothlin. Reading—Julia Maddox. Cornet Solo—Robert Lewis. Vocal Duet—Marjorie McGloth- lin, Virginia Clark. Mock Wedding — Bride, Minnie Parrish. Groom, Ray Nuckols. Preacher, Perry Lorton. King Bearer, Edna Fry. I shers, Henry Masterson, Roscoe Evans. Bride’s Maids, Marion Piele, Alice Bigler. Mock Foot Ball Game. Pep Meeting. Program Jan. 28. iolin Solo—Maude Lemons. Oration—Charles Foster. i°lin Solo—Lucy Merriam. Debate—Subject, “The Negro Was Treated Worse Than the Indian.” Affirmative—John Murphy, Wil- liam Sturgis. Negative—Esther Morrison, Min- nie Parrish. Quartette—Virginia Clark, Mar- jorie McGlothlin, Lucy Merriam, Ber- nice Allen. Declamation—Alice Bigler. Vocal Solo—Mary Cline. Piano Duet—Henrietta Lindner, Lucy Merriam. SANGAMOS Officers President ........Adella Bigler Vice-President ...Helen Murphy Secretary ........Terry Lindner Treasurer ........Kathryn Clark Program Dec. 21. Piano Solo—Erma Moore. Reading—Catherine Hart. Vocal Solo—Marjorie Brittin. Debate—Subject, “Resolved That Our Forefathers Enjoyed Life Bet- ter Than We Do.” Affirmative—Terry Lindner, John Murphy. Negative—Mary Beard, Adella Bigler. Mixed Quartette—Dorothy Bar- bee, Goldie Suydan, Ralph Easley, Walter Brittin. Chalk Talk—Helen Murphy. 45 Santa Claus—Sinclaire Orr. Ilappy New Year—Dorothy Bar- bee. Program Feb. 25. Piano Duet—Erma Moore, Francis Stevens. Reading—Virginia Bigler. Vocal Solo—Dorothy Barbee. Debate—Subject, “Resolved That Ireland Should Have Home Rule.” Affirmative—Goldie Suydan, Hu- bert Hatcher. Negative—Mary Beard. Thomas Irwin. Piano Solo—Charles Morrison. Oration—Keith Oorneil. Vocal Duet — Goldie Suydan, Blanche Snell. Cartoonist—Roy Carter. Contest. Oration: A. Sabine (Illiolia) Character of Webster. T. Lindner (Sangamo) The New South. Vocal Solo: V. Clark (Illiolia)) He Was A Prince. M. Brittin (Sangamo) Gypsy Ma;den, I. M. McGlothlin (Il'iolia) The Night- ingale. D. Barbee (Sangamo) A Bowl Of Roses. (At Dawning.) G. Suydan (Sangamo) Open Secret. Dramatic Declaration: J. Maddox (Illinolia) Drafted. M. Beard (Sangamo) Littlest Rebel. II. I jindner (Illiolia) Perfect Tri- bute. J. Masterson (Sangamo) Heart of Old Hickory. M. Parrish (Illiolia) Gentlemen. The King. Piano Solo: C. Morrison (Sangamo) Anvil Chorus. V. Clark (Illiolia) Prelude. K. Clark (Sangamo) Hark, The Lark. Humorous Declamation: C. Hart (Sangamo) Litt'e Gentle- man. M. Piele (Illiolia) Old Old Story. E. White Illiolia) Here Comes The Bride. Violin Solo: Lucy Merriam (Illiolia) The Robin Lullaby. Guartette: M. McGlothlin, V. Clark, Goldie Suydan, Lucy Merriam. Louisiana Lullaby. Results. First—T. Lindner, V. Clark, J. Masterson, E. White. Second—A. Sabine, M. Brittin, M. Beard, K. Clarke, C. Hart, L. Mer- riam. Third—D. Barbee, J. Maddox, C. Morrison, M. Piele. Score 69 to 72—Sangamos won. JUNIOR PLAY Was it a success? Speaking of foolish questions this is one, for it is needless to say how good it was. when there was “Dot” as “Topsy Turvey” and Ray to help her in her tricks and fun. Then there were the other characters who did their parts as well. It was a real coniedv from beginning to end and one which will not be forgotten next year when the Seniors of ’22 are giving another play. Cast of Characters: Topsy Turvey, Nellie Clarendon— Dorothy Barbee. May Golden, Topsy’s Cousin—Vir- ginia Clarke. Mrs. Clarendon, Topsy’s Mother— Helen Murphy. Miss Spriggs, Topsy’s Governess— Minnie Parrish. Lord Clarence, a rich Englishman— Loyd Spencer. Frank Golden, May’s Brother—Rav Nuckolls. Deacon Jones, Pillar of the Church— Walter Brittin. Nod, Negro Servant—Roy Carter. Time—Present. Setting—Fashionable Home in New York. Synopsis. ACT I. Topsy Turvey with her cousin Frank plays .jokes on Deacon Jones, her governess and the negro, much to the annoyance of her mother, Mrs. Clarendon. The Deacon makes love to Miss Spriggs. ACT II. Lord Clarence arrives and is given rn unconventional reception by Topsy and Frank. The Deacon and Miss Spriggs are married, only to find that their new l’fe is not all joy and happiness. Lord Clarence believes he loves Miss Golden, although Topsy has won his admiration in spite of her pranks. ACT III. Lord Clarence learns that Miss Golden is eager only for his wealth and title, and that Topsy really loves him. SENIOR PLAY Brown’s in Town Brown arrived in Auburn, April first, and a goodly number of citi- zens were out to welcome him. Moreover his fame had so gone abroad, that he was requested to visit Chatham also. This he did April second. Great preparations were made at the town hall for his reception and when the time came for his appearance every seat in the house was filled. Fnn, wit and humor were not lacking in the presentation, and all ho’ the play was not intended for amateur performers, the Seniors played their parts well and fully justified the expectations of the audience. 1 he cast of characters and synop- S1S °f the play were as follows: Dick Preston, the Son—William Murphy. Abel Preston, the Father—Sinclaire Orr. Arthur Howard, a Dentist—Arthur Stout. Worth Carew, a Gentleman of Leisure—Terry Lindner. Pollock, the Gardner—Russel Sny- der. Suzanne Decker, who knows a thing or two—Berirce Allen. Lettv, Dick’s Wife—Irma Moore. Freda Von Hollenbeck, a German Heiress—Marie Comerford. Primrose, the Lady Cook, with a reputation—Nonie Mulcahy. Synopsis.. ACT I. Dick Preston and his wife are con- cealing their marriage by living un- der the assumed name of Brown, in a little summer cottage on the Bays- water Road. Dick’s father very strenously objected to any thought of matrimony on the part of Dick. He must therefore hide the truth from him when Mr. Preston acci- dently learns that his son is here in the country. Suzanne Decker and Arthur Howard, friends of Dick and Petty, help them keep the secret. ACT IP Mr. Preston, Dick's father, is very proud of his son, but he knows that “boys will be boys” so is watching him (as he thinks) very closely. They soon have him guess'ng as to who really is Mr. Brown and won- dering how many Mrs. Browns there are. ACT HI. Every effort to get rid of Mr. Preston fails. The truth of the matter is disclosed thru’ Freda, who is trying to find her “Affinity” and Primose, who holds a grudge against Brown anyway. Because Mr. Pres- ton likes Dick’s wife and thinks she is pretty, he forgives Dick. Suzanne and Arthur are rewarded for their services in a way very pleasant to them. 47 The Power of the Sea. It was a wonderful evening. Alicia drew in her breath quickly as the fairy-like scene burst upon her view, for everything seemed full of peace and comfort. The waves gently lapped the rocks at her feet while overhead the sunset sky was shaded into every conceivable tint of red, orange, and yellow. The white gulls, who spread their wings and with their shrill cry flew out into the ocean to their rocky homes, were the only living creatures to break the solitude. It was a rocky shore and rocks of every size and shape from mas- sive boulders to little pebbles were scattered about in confusion. Even the girl did not form a discordant note, indeed she was the one-needed touch to make it perfect. Marvelously beautiful, yet of the type that always makes you think of the sea: her largo grayish blue eyes portrayed the depths of her own feelings as truly as the varying colors of the waters denoted the temper of the sea. When her eyes were light blue and she allowed you to look into their depths, one knew she was happy and light-hearted, making you think of the little waves that lapped the shore. But if they were as dark and impene- trable as the water during a storm, you knew the waves dashed high in her own soul. A wonderful braid of auburn hair, through which the sun glinted, was coiled low on the back of her neck. Iler face and neck were as white as the foam on the crest of the waves, while her dress consisting of a simple green garment hanging loosely from her shoulders set off the purity of her arms and hands which did not look unaccustomed to toil. As she stood there, one would have thought she was a seanymph waiting on the shore for Neptune. But if Alicia were outwardly calm, she was really more excited and astounded than she had been in her life as could be readily seen by her eyes which were deeper blue than they had ever been before. Such thoughts as these passed through her mind: “My twenty-first birthday! my real father and mother, not those whom all my l:fe I have called father and mother! Mary is not my sister! My real mother is probably heart-broken because she lost me! I was found on the coast when a baby with nothing to identify me!” There had been a ship wreck the night before! Then through this came the pleasant thought that her real folks might be rich, so perhaps they cou'd keep the poor fisher folk with whom she lived who were desperately in need of money since her foster-father had been sick. Then the thought of Peter made her both sad and joyful. Joyful because he was so good to her, sad because she knew she was not treating him right. Perhaps he would not want her to marry lrm if he knew. Then Peter was expecting an answer right away. What would she tell him? She could not tell. As these thoughts surged back and forth in her head, a sudden impulse seized her to look up. Far out at sea, hidden from the village by a high ledge of rocks, was something burning. It must be a boat afire, she thought, and even as she looked a flame shot up. She dared not wait longer but rushed back to the village with her story. The fishermen were nearly all in their homes, tired after the day’s work, and waiting eagerly for the supper which their simple but k;nd, good wives were preparing. But at the girl’s words, “Ship afire off coast of Lincoln Bay,” they all rushed out madly. Rescuers must go at once, they decided, if the people were to be saved, for it was several miles and they might be dead even then by the time they got there. Old Fisher Bill, as the men called lrm. be- cause he was the oldest inhabitant of the coast, shook Ids head sagely, “It’s no use to go,” he said, “they will all be burnt by the time you get there and be- 48 sides it is going to storm.” The men laughed at lrs fears, for couldn’t they see with their own eyes it was the most beautiful evening they had had that season ? The rescuers started in the life-boats which were in reality nothing but seme of the more substantial fishing dories. Peter had rushed out with the others, the first volunteer, and had had no opportunity to speak alone with Alicia, but as she saw them put off and knew they were in great danger a sharp pang shot through her. What if he were to be killed? She turned how- ever resolutely away from tins thought and went to prepare a place for the refugees who would probably be brought back. 'I he journey was soon ended but as they drew nearer and nearer the Hames shot higher and higher urging the men to their utmost effort. Almost at the boat they picked up a man more dead than alive who had jumped from the boat preferring to drown rather than burn to death. Many dead bodies were floating about in the water. It almost made Peter sick but it determined him all the more to rescue the remaining people. They drew up beside the boat and jumped on, Peter piling ng right through the thickest smoke. lie soon ran up against a wall, followed it to a door which he supposed was a cabin door, opened it, and stumbled over something. He discovered it to be a human body but whether dead or alive he d’d not know. It was terrible work crawling through the unoke on his hands and knees and dragging the body after him but at last lie emerged on a part of the lower deck which had as yet been untouched by actual flame. There he dis- covered if to be a woman he had res tied and she was still alive. Even at that moment he noticed that the ring and necklace she wore were of a peculiar shape and color and he thought he had surely seen them, or something just 'iike them, before. He carried her to the life-boat, and laid her down as gently as he could, while he went back to rescue more. Several other men had saved passengers :lso, and it was now thought likely fire would reach the gasoline tank at any moment and blow up the ship, so every one hurried off, the men shuddering as they did so at Ihe scenes they bad just witnessed, men burning and drowning, and they not able to help either. They had no more than started away when the ship exploded and burning p’eces fell on all sides. One immense burning mass seemed to be fall ng in then- boat and Peter shut his eyes, praying hard, and ever seeing in his mind’s eye, Alicia. It fell within a few feet of them, causing water to fall in the boat in such quantities it was almost swamped be- fore they could bail it out. They tried to steer toward shore, but what was their surprise to s e what they had been too busy to notice before. The wind was blowing terribly, the clouds were lowering and tumbling, and it looked as though a terrific north- eastern was going to hit them. The men looked at each other horror-stricken tor well they knew what usually happened to fishermen caught in such a storm. It was useless to try to direct the boats, so the men spent their energy on hailing out the water and praying to the Christ who had stilled the tempest. All at once the lady who had been rescued by Peter opened her eves. Standing over her she saw a tall handsome young man, who breathed strength and courage from the flash of his dark eye and squareness of his determined chin to his muscular arms which were employed at this moment in bailing out water 'tet he had a faraway look on his face as if his soul were far distant. She spoke softly to him. lie started and looked down, ”(), you are better,” he said kindly, and he then noticed for the first time the fulness of her blue eyes, the whiteness of her hair, and also the wrinkles in her face evidently caused by 49 —7 trouble. As she took in her surroundings her eyes began to dilate and she looked as frieghtened as a little mouse in the presence of a cat. “Oh.” she said, “How 1 hate storms! They took from me all I had,” and Peter thinking to soothe her began to ask questions, “How was that?” he said, little thinking of the great importance of the answer. It was in a storm like this my hus- band was drowned and baby lost,” she replied. “ II was along the Massa- chusetts coast near Peace Cove. 1 was rescued in a life-boat and thought my husband and baby were also, but they had been washed from the boat during a high wave and never seen afterwards.” And the woman began to cry broken-heartedly. At the name of Peace Cove, Peter started. The story brought back to him that which his dying father had told him years before of the baby Alicia being found on the shore, having evidently been washed there, and protected by a piece of mackintosh lied around her. No trace of 1 lie parents were ever found. Peter was deeply excited and at once connected i lie two. But the storm was growing worse, every moment they thought would be their last, while the waves at times completely covered the boat. The other life-boat had disappeared. Whether it had sunk or simply been carried away by the wind was unknown. Anyway it did not encourage them. Meanwhile Peter was talking in the lulls between gusts of wind to the old lady, trying to keep her mind off their danger, for if she were really Alicia’s mother she was more precious to him for Alicia's sake than anything in the world, even if this finding her did cost him much happiness. Peter told her how he loved a girl who had not as yet responded to his love, how he was earning money to study to be a doctor, the only boy in the whole little fishing village who was not going to follow the traditional occupation. Then she said slowly. “If my girl were living I would want her to marry a man .just like you.” For the mother had realized the worth of the man. lie felt .joy surge through his soul and at that moment he thanked God and asked Him to help him to carry on a little longe]'. But his strength gave way and he fell back in the boat exhausted, where the other men had fallen one by one before him, too weak to aid further. Here we must leave them to their fate while we go back to Alicia. She had gone to her home to tear bandages and help prepare a room for the injured, then had gone to Peter's home to stay with his obi mother who was filled with anxiety for her son. All this time Alicia was restless and a great fear gnawed at her heart. It was impossible for her to sleep and all night, back and forth she walked. When the storm broke and she saw how unlikely it was they could reach shore in such small crafts her terror and despair reached its greatest height. She knew now what answer she would give him if he were pared. That which she had only suspected before had been revealed to her during this terrible night. Suddenly she knelt and her soul called out, “O, God, spare Irm! I love him! I will take such good care of him! Only send him back to me!’’ Bursting into tears then, the worst of the strain was over and she felt sure everything would be all right. How was she to know that out there on the ocean he had been praying too, and was now lying apparently dying in the boat. Yet she did—and her soul sent messages of hope and faith. As she stepped to the door, the wind was already going down and it was a singular fact, the men afterwards related, how from the moment that Peter fell the water had ceased to come, the wind had died down and it was the beginning of a calm as sudden as the rising of the storm had been. This is characteristic of the great north-easters which sweep the ocean. 50 By five o'clock the sea was calm enough so the men felt they might ven- are out to see if they could find any traces of the missing men. Alicia was at (he shore, so was I nch Bill who, sure Ihe storm which he had predicted was over, wished to go also. “0, Uncle Bill, pleare let me go, please. I’ll sit quiet and not be any bother.” And he, seeing the trouble in the girl’s face patted her auburn curls with his gnarled old hands, ‘‘Of course you can go sissy, the other men won’t care.” So Alicia, thanked him warmly feeling that danger was more able to be stood than the vague uncertainty which surrounded her. Several boats went in each, direction from the scene of the tire, and the one in wtr'ch Alicia and Uncle Bill were had not gone so far before they saw some little objects floating towards them. ‘‘The boats, the boats,” cried Alicia and at the same instant, “The pain, it is killing me,” and with that she turned and placed her head in her hands. After what seemed an eternity to her, she heard the Captain giving orders to attach the boats to the ship, and a moment after the cry, “They are alive! They are still alive!” With that exclamation hope sprang in her heart and she was on her feet instantly ready to help in every Avay she could. The men were working over Peter and ihe other fisherman as well as passengers of the ill-fated ship, so it seemed there was not much for her to do, when Uncle Bill called, “Here honey, look after this lady.” And the other men withdrew, seeming to know instinctively a woman could do more for a woman. She had already opened her eyes when Alicia got there, brought to by Ihe men who had been working with her. Wide blue eyes they were like Alicia’s own. The girl made her as comfortable as possible, talking to her in order to keep her mind off her surroundings. They talked naturally to each other for a little while, each telling the other about her home and life. Then Alicia bent over the lady whom she was already beginning to love, to smooth her pillow but in doing so she disclosed the middle links of her neck- lace which had been concealed in her dress. The woman started and laid hold of the girl’s sleeve in her excitement, “The necklace, the necklace!” she cried, “Where did you get it?” The girl was surprised. “Why the central links were found on me when I was discovered as a baby lying oil the coast.” The woman gasped. “Oh,” she cried, “Tell me the whole story.” Then the girl'urged on by excitement which she had caught from the lady, narrated as much as she could of the mystery surrounding her life. When she had finished the woman was sobbing, “My daughter, my daughter, she cried, “The sea took you from me and the sea brought you hack to me. It is the power of the sea. It was the necklace, the distinguishing marks of the DeLaney’s, by which I knew you. There are only two like it in the world, the one you wear and the one I wear. They are family heirlooms.” From her followed the complete story of the girl’s being lost. Alicia could no longer doubt and they fell into each others arms sobbing for joy. For the time being, the girl had forgotten Peter but very soon the thought of him came back to her and she told her mother the whole story. The older woman happy in her new and greatest treasure asked about his charac- ter. When she found it was the same boy that had saved her life and been hind to her on the boat she said. “Marry him and love him, but be sure I shall not leave you because I have just found you.” Then Alicia hugged her mother m an ectasy of joy, holding her so tight she gasped for mercy. •lust then Peter, pale and rather shaky but thankful to be alive came up. lie read sadly the truth of the whole story in their happy eyes, but yet lie was joyful for Alicia. Then, “Peter,” said the girl, looking at him happily. Alicia,” lie answered in a voice full of happiness and content. That was all: they understood. 51 Needless to say Alicia’s mother was rich, and the citizens of the liltle fishing village no longer knew days of poverty and heartbreak. The greatest surgeon of Massachusetts with his wife and children, and her mother, a dear old lady, who looks no older than al the time of a certain wreck, seem to have a peculiar custom of spending their vacations in this little old village with its fishing dories and wonderful scenery. There the man and woman are still patted on the head by Uncle Hill, now too old and crippled to walk, and called, “Pete” and “Allie”, their childhood nicknames. ESTHER MORRISON. Billy, the Goat Did you ever have a goat? If you did then you know what goats are; if not, well perhaps if you read this thru’ you may learn something about them. You do know something about them? So much the better, then per- haps you will understand. Tommie Jeff Marvin had one. I said “had” not “has”, the poor goat got indigestion from eating too many tin cans and so expired, much to Tommie’s sorrow and his parents ultimate relief, I forgol to add, neighbors’ relief also. The goat itself was a lovable snowy white creature, when it was clean—clean or dirty it was always lovable to Tommie Jeff; clean or dirty it was always detestable to the neighbors. Anyway, this “lovable”, “detestable” animal was presented to Tommie Jeff on his tenth birthday, by his father. Mrs. Marvin never lost an opportunity of laying all the blame of the disappearing shirts and so forth, on her husband. “Why couldn’t you have bought something sensible? Or at least some- thing not quite so destructive? Men never think, they just buy, buy, buy! Everything we have will be ruined by that monstrous goat!” “Why, my dear, it isn’t a bit monstrous, in fact it's a rather small crea- ture.” Mr. Marvin tried to defend himself. “It makes no difference to me whether it’s small or not, it has certainly caused a lot of confusion and vexation in this neighborhood. We will have to dispose of that goat somehow. Yesterday, I had a lovely linen tablecloth hanging on the line and when I went out to get it, the corners were chewed out of it! Now! If you think I am going to stand for that, Thomas Jefferson, Sr., your are very much mistaken!” “If you have finished your speech about that poor goat, Mrs. Thomas Jef- ferson Marvin, I would like to tell you that the president of our firm is going to dine with us tomorrow evening, at least I have invited him and he says he will be delighted to come. At that Mrs. Marvin became very excited as to what she would serve. Out in the yard, Tommie Jeff, Jr., was dilligently trying to untangle the rope that tied Billy, the goal (Goats’ names must always be “Billy” or “Nannie”) to a post at the rear of the house. The rope was long enough for the goat to move about easily, but goats, you know never travel “easily” so therefore Billy tangled himself up terribly. “Billy, what d yo do this for? This is worse ’n a puzzle!—Well! T can’t undo you—oh—hold on--------wait a minute, can’t you? Maybe I could do something if you wouldn’t wiggle so.’ And the goat obediently stood still till Tommie freed him from those coils of rope. Then the two strolled around to the front of the house, out throu’ the gate and went away in search of the neighborhood gang plus mischief. The afternoon of the next day found Tommie Jeff clean as could be, having had a bath, even tho’ it wasn’t Saturday, a point which this rising young man argued continually during the precedure. Billy had been tied securely to the same old post in the back yard. Both goat and master found them- selves in a situation that was pleasant to neither. Tommie sat in a rocker on the porch, contemplating. “Tommie Jeff!” “Yes, mother,” Tommie answered. “Don t go out of the yard, and for Goodness Sake! keep yourself clean.” “I’m on the porch, mother.” “That’s right dear, just sit there, it’s so nice and cool there. Can’t you find a book to read? Where are your “Billy Whiskers” stories?” “I’ve got a real goat, if you’d only let me play with him.” “Thomas Jefferson! Don’t you even dare to look at that pest today.” Tommie Jeff sat there, trying h.s best to think up some excuse for going 1 o the rear of the house. Not that he wanted to be disobedient, he just wanted to be near his pet. Presently, Mr. Marvin came up the walk with a pros- perous looking man, considerably older than himself. This man was evidently the president of the firm. Mrs. Marvin received them at the door and Tommie Jeff, standing first on one foot and then on the other, wondered whether to walk calmly down the steps and slip out of sight, or to climb stealthily over the banister and disappear. “Yes, this is Thomas Jefferson, Jr.” Mr. Marvin proudly presented his son to the guest, “I expect him to take his father’s place in the business world some day.” “Well, well, Thomas, old boy, I'm glad to know you, I’m sure,” the big man shook poor Tommie’s hand vigorously. “M’ name’s not “Thomas”, it’s “Tommie Jeff.” The boy stood on both feet, his head high up and his eyes looking straight into the president’s. “Tommie Jeff” wasn’t so bad, but “Thomas” was awful. “What? Oh, very well, Tommie Jeff”, laughed Mr. Grey. Tommie had a hard time doing so, but he finally managed to slip away; however, it wasn’t long before Mary Ann, the cook, summoned him to dinner. Somehow Tommie struggled thru’ that meal and slipped away to the for- bidden back yard. Tommie did not know he was disobeying. He would never intentionally do that, he was simply trying to get away from “company”. Out in the yard, he untied Billy, who was so glad to be free again that he immediately ran a race with himself, around the back yard, dragging poor Tommie Jeff along behind. Tommie still had hold of the rope and was trying his very best to stop that hilarious being. “Hey, there! Billy!” he yelled, “Hasn’t you got no sense a tall? What you running for anyway? Well, did you really stop, or do I just think so— Gee Whiz! I thought it couldn’t be true you’d stopped. Ileck!” The goat, true to his contrary nature had stopped and then started again with Tommie running as hard as ever after him, around and around, till the hoy stepped in a hole and fell Hat on his face. When Billy felt the sudden tug of the rope as Tommie fell, he stopped and turned around. Do goats really laugh or don’t they? If they do, Billy certainly did. If not. well, I don’t know what to call the expression that passed over that goat's face. “You darn ole goat!” That was the harshest sentence Tommie Jeff had 53 ever uttered, but one must make allowances. Remember, Billy' bad been try- ing poor Tommie’s patience something terrible. Wouldn’t you have said the same?—Tommie -Jeff was thoroughly angry, and when the colored face of Mary Ann was poked thru’ the vines of the back porch and she began protest- ing, even the goat felt sorry for his master and decided to take his part, so— he began again, only this time he headed straight for the porch, and the first thing she knew, Mary Ann was sitting on the kitchen floor, her work basket turned upside down, was under the table, the contents of the basket were strewn all over ihe room—and Billy, was calmly nibbling the grass near where that “awful” Tommie Jeff was rolling over and over amid peals of laughter. Billy stopped, looked at his master, and t hinking he had done something great, cocked his head on one side. As he did so he saw a young colored man, who was very much dressed up, entering the back gate with a bunch of daisies in his hand. Evidently, he was intending to call on Mary Ann. Billy had no thought of mischief at the time, all he tho’t of was that he had done some- thing worth while, therefore he wanted everybody to know it: so he strolled over to this young man and stood there looking up at him expecting praise for what he had done. But, Mr, Johnson did not know this, consequently lie was rather worried at the idea of being stopped by a goat that had two full grown horns. “G’wan ’way frum hvah, you goat,” he ordered,—but the goat did not go away. He was awakened to the fact this young man did not care to pet him. Xow Billy was a sensitive goat and whenever he could he avenged himself of any insult. “Am you gwine ’way frum hyah, or am you not, Mistah Goat?’,’ George Johnson was evidently nervous, and that “good foah nuflfin’ boy” just sat there on the grass staring. He was on the verge of laughter. “Mistah Goat” did not go away, so George Abraham tried to help him along with his foot. Well—did you ever try to help a goat along with your foot? Just the very same thing happened to George Abraham as would happen to you in a like case. George Abraham Johnson found himself on the opposite side of the back fence, uttering dreadful exclamations about “Dat Goat.” Suddenly all was still in the alley and George Abraham’s eyes became as large as dollars, for peeping his head around the edge of the fence, at the gate, was “Mistah Goat.” “Mistah Goat, I doan mean nuflfin’ ’tall, ’deed 1 (loan, Mistah Goat. I’se coming out anyway ’n’ you helped me, mistah. I done thank you. Now, please, Mistah Goat, go ’wav.” The poor negro was too frightened to move: and “Mistah Goat” hearing Tommie’s encouraging laugh, ran out of the gate and helped Mr. Johnson over the fence again, into the yard where he landed on the beautiful bouquet of yellow daisies. This was too much for Tommie, lie laughed and laughed until Billy was so pleased with himself that he started after poor George again. This time George Abraham jumped up and ran around the house, Billy after him, while Tommie Jeff rolled over and over amid screams of laughter on the grass. “Tom Jeff, please call vouah goat”, George yelled at Tommie as he came around again, never stopping though, for Billy was close behind. “Billy! Billy! Stop! Do your hear me?” Mrs Marvin called from the front porch as George and his pursuers dashed by. Billy either didn’t hear or didn’t care to, because he went on harder than ever, until it seemed that he would get his victim. However George Abraham was a swift runner when he wanted or rather had to be, therefore it was not until Ihe third time they had gone around the house, that Billy finally overtook George right in front of the front porch, on which the Marvins and Mr. Grey were sitting. When 54 Billy overtook anyone he was pursuing he had no thought of where they might land, he simply sent them flying thru’ the air, let them land where they could, he did not care. Consequently George Abraham Johnson landed in the large rosebush on the north side of the yard, while Billy, standing waiting for his due praise, was sent to the hack yard where he collided with Tommie Jeff, who was just coming around to view poor George’s misery and shame. Billy sat up and looked at his master as tho’ he would like to send Irm to the same place George was; but on seeing the expression on Tommie’s face and hearing the shrieks that he let forth as he held his sides and gazed at the dilapidated George stuck in the rosebush, Billy tho’t better of it and stood proudly with his head in the air. “Thomas Jefferson, Jr.! Come here this instant!” Mrs. Marvin called, while Mr. Marvin and Mr. Grey were helping George out of his predicament. “Tommie, aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” “Why, mother?” “Why? Tommie Jeff! Answer me correctly, why did you do this?” “Do what, mother?” “Tommie!—Thomas will you please come up here and see if you can do anything with this son of yours?” Mrs. Marvin called her husband. “Tommie, are you responsible for what has happened?” You mean, did 1 make Billy chase George, and “buck” Mary Ann into the kitchen, and pull me around the back yard?” “Did that horrid goat hurt Mary Ann?” Mrs. Marvr'n interrupted. “Naw, he just helped her in the kitchen, a little bit.” “There, Thomas, Sr., I told you we ought to get rid of that goat, now maybe you’ll believe me.” “Mother! You wouldn’t send Billy away, would you?” “Tommie Jeff, you are a sight! Go to your room and stay there.” Mrs. Marvin was visibly “wrought up” Tommie went to his room, the goaf was tied in the barn, and poor George Abraham was allowed to rest on a couch on the vine-covered back porch, having been put there for Mary Ann’s sp c:al benefit, and he was served with delicious dainties that only Mary Ann could make. The next morning Mrs. Marvin was so provoked to anger that she would speak only when necessary, to her only child. Mr. Marvin seemed to want to take the whole affair as a joke, hut his wife put an end to that. To “cap the climax” Billy was to be sold that day. Naturally, Tommie Jeff was in low spirits, and he hardly touched his breakfast. Mr. Marvin went to the office without a smile from his wife, and she did not stand in the doorway until he was out of sight, as usual. “A very nice evening Mr. Grey had, I am sure,” she would sav. “I dare say he thinks a lot of the man he wanted for his Junior partner.” Tommie Jeff slipped out of the house and down to the barn for a last visit with his pet. lie had not been there long when he came running back to the house crying as tho’ his heart would break. “Why, Tommie boy, what has happened?” Mrs. Marvin forgot that she was angry with her son and she gathered the weeping child in her arms. “Tommie, what is it?” his mother asked, hut Tommie only cried all the harder, “Whats the matter, Tommie Jeff? Are you ill? Tell mother what hurts you.” 55 “B-B-Billy!” Tommie gasped, digging his fist in his eyes. “Billy? What has that goat done now?” “N-Nothin . That’s why I’m c-c-crvin’, Boo! I loo! I loo! II-H-He e-c-can't do n-nothin’ any m-more.” Can’t do anything anymore? What do you mean?” “II-II-He ate all t-t—, Oh. Boo! Hoo! lloo! lie a-ate all t-t-the. Oh, Boo! IIoo! IIoo!” Tommie cried afresh. “Yes, he ate all of the what? What has he eaten now, Tommie, hurry up md tell me. That goat will he the death of me vet. What was it he ate?” Mrs. Marvin unconsciously shook Tommie. “He a-ate. Boo! Hoo! He ate all the t-t-t;n cans th-th-that were in the barn.' Boo! IIoo! Hoo! A storm of grief seemed to overwhelm Tommie. “Oh, Thank Goodness!’ Mrs. Marvin exclaimed as she breathed a s’gh of relief, “I was afread to think what it might have been.” “B-But, m-mother, h-he ate too m-many, an-and he won’t ever e-eat any- thing any more.” Mrs. Marvin went out to the barn and there lay poor Billy stiff and cold, and the tin cans were gone. Tommie -left' insisted on a funeral for the goat. He hung an old black veil of some ancestor of his, on the barn door; he picked all the ffowers in his mother’s flower garden and had George dig Billy’s grave. The thing that made the funeral a great success was a small floral bouquet that bore a card with the inscription, “With my sincere regrets. R. J. Grey.” HELEN MURPHY. 5G s Jazz THE EDITOR. The editor sat with his head in his hands And his elbows at rest on his knees, lie was tired of the ever increasing demand Of something he thought that would please. llow he tho’t as he sighed for a bril- liant idea, But hs thoughts were no better than junk. At last he despaired and said, “I fear All I can think of is bunk.” •lust then out the window a racket was heard, lie didn't know what it could mean. Then into the room came a little bird, And put something into his “bean.” Now the editor smiles as he tells you with glee There's society, classes and hits And familiar faces in pictures you C The “Oracle’s” out with a hit. —K. CLARKE. IN MEMORIAM. Once on a winter’s day; The I. T. S. forgot to run Its cars from Chatham to Virden. So as a consequence that dav The “kids” from Chatham all did stay Somewhere along the right of way. At last a few picked up some pep And started out to save their “rep” They reached our high school bye and bye And rushed to class to answer ‘ ‘ aye. ’ ’ What was their great surprise to find Miss lloppin too had stayed behind. The junk at last was cleared away; The cars came on without delay. Miss lloppin came, and all the rest Soon gathered in and did their best This proves A. T. II. S. liar 1 hit. When Traction doesn’t do its bit. •—Anonymous. THE INK FIGHT. Oh, Kirby K. Knox and Jack Johnson one day, With India ink had a terrible fray. In the room where mechanical draw- ing is taught, With T-squares and ruling-pens fiercely they fought, With ink they each other did just about drown And rod hair and Jack’s feet went flyin’ armin’. And when they did stop from tlrs awful ink fight The floor and the desks were surely a sight. Their faces and hands were black with the dope And to clean it all off took four bars of soap. Next morning this pair right busy was seen At scrubbing the floor with soap and benzine. Most “kids” like to play, we find to be true,— And as they’re not exceptions, Jack and Kirby do too. —II. IIATCIIER. ACTION OF SODIUM WITH WATER. One day in the laboratory, V here we study chemistry, I was done with my experiment. So I had some minutes free. I went out into the storeroom. And some sodium there I found. So I took some back into the lab Mr. Faucett wasn’t round. I put a piece into water, And it hissed around and round. Then suddenly came a fearful shock. A mighty deafening sound ! And fire, red-hot and dazzling, Filled the room with blinding glare. And another awful explosion Came that rent the very air. 58 Then a second spout of fire, That caused loud screams of fright. Then, sudden as it had started, The excitement ended quite. The floor was covered with water. And the ceiling was spotted too But I had it .just about cleared up When our teacher happened thru. —II. HATCHER. HE WAS SLEEPY THE NEXT MORNING. On the trail called Tin Can Alley Of the famous burgh called Thayer Where the slackpile rears its summit High, majestic in the air. It is two bells in the morning And the breeze is crisp and keen, Only few, pale, scanty, moonbeams Reach earth thru the night’s dark screen. Down amid the junk and shrubbery Is the scene of action laid, As the moon slides ’neath a cloudlet Leaves it in a murky shade. There, in grim and awful struggle Wage two figures in the dark; Vaguely and obscure their outlines Scarcely can the eyesight mark. One is small and rather active, But its adversary great In its dogged, sluggish calmness To start forward seems to hate. Panting from his great exertions The smaller rests a moment’s length: Then, into one mighty effort Summons all his waning strength. Then a roar of noise in answer Wakens up the early dawn; It is only Andy’s fiiver Started, so “goodbye”—he’s gone. —H. HATCIIER. TO GRADUATE OR NOT TO GRADUATE. To graduate or not to graduate; that is the question; Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The 60's and 70’s of outrageous mis- fortune, Or take up our books against a sea of troubles, And by studying end them ? To win : To win; Once more; and by this studying say we end The headache and a thousand natural shocks That the brain is heir to. ’Tis a con- summation Devoutly to be wished. To win; To win; Perchance to fail,—Ay, there’s the rub; For in that final average what grades may come, When for so long we have ceased to toil. Must give us pause. There’s Ihe respect That makes calamity of such former idleness. For who would bear the bumps and , knocks of school. The teacher’s wrong, the professors contumely, The pangs of despised study, the grades delay, The insolence of classes, and the spurns That the freshmen of upper classmen take, When with elementary knowledge, li might his Education stop? Who would these burdens bear? To toil and sweat under a weary study, But for the dread of our future occu- pation, To earn a living without a high school education, From the illeterate, few arise, puzzles the will, And make us rather bear those ill we have Than quit school and embark upon life's journey. Thus we see education makes men of us all, And the native thought of quitting high-school 59 Is sicklied o’er with the pale east of meditation, When we think of ignorance’s handi- cap And with this regard we turn and study AN ith a firm resolve to graduate. —By RUSSEL I). SNYDER. MY DREAM. The other night I dream el a dream And it so very real did seem, I'll take the pleasure and the time To tell it to you all in rhyme. I dreamed I motored thru the snow And went to the Majestic show. Where upon tin stage I spied John Engleman making a high dive. Bernice Allen assisted with skill The greatest attractions on the bill; We then had a song by Cliffor 1 Ping And Babe Orr did the highland ding. Hayward Bigler walked the wires While Raymond Hatcher ate flaming fire; Mervin and Erma had an act that was good Upon a high trapese they stood: .John Murphy and (Mara pulled some jokes. Arthur Ingels performed with his trained goat, While the Hawaiian musician was Arthur Stout, Esther Morrison danced the Hula. Hula I am very sure you will doubt. M'erry Lindner, the ventriloquest with a dummy conversed When Marie Comerford and I said, “Ho send for a hearse.” Irvin and Williams were dreamers true Who could tell your love affairs to you. Andy Poster did the sleight of hand While Russel Snyder led the jazz hand: Bill Murphy, the dude, smoked a great big cigar. Xonie, the little toe dancer was ours. M'he mind reader was our friend Ruth Duff. Mary Beard was a lion sullen and gruff. Then with a spring she broke thru her cage And jumped at me with a roar of rage Then with a scream that would wake the dead, I opened my eyes and sprang out of bed. And you may be sure I was very glad M'o know it was only a dream I had. —CITLOE BUNKER. 60 Cl A T. H S Times COLOR RUSH. The first month of school witnessed a struggle for supremacy of colors between the Seniors and Juniors. First the Seniors’ colors, old gold and white, were seen proudly waving from the flag pole. These were torn down by tin Juniors who substituted their own colors, red and white, on the place of honor. And so it went, first the Seniors, then the Juniors, and vice versa. Finally the Seniors deter- mined to make their colors substan- tial, and early Wednesday morning a few of the boys with a can of yel- low paint, crept up the fire escape, through the Chemistry Laboratory window, and painted their colors on the white stone over the west en- trance; then chuckling in glee went home. When the Juniors saw this however, they were not to he outwitted, but going up the same way, covered up the yellow paint with red, then they chuckled also. Soon after Mr. Carlson arrived, those same boys could be seen ener- getically scrubbing the paint. Then Mr. Carlson did the chuckling. Babe Orr expended most of his allowance buying benzine to remove the paint. But never-the-less you must confess, “The Senior Colors Are the Best.” JUNIOR WIENER ROAST. The Juniors had a wiener roast at Bigler’s on Friday, Oct. 1. They met at the school house at 5:30, and walked to the woods where a crackling fire was already kindled. The heap- ing pile of blazing wood seemed to share its brightness and liveliness with the crowd. The boys immedi- ately began to gather sticks. Soon everyone’s appetite was whetted by the odor of “hot dogs” and the sight of sandwiches and golden brown marshmallows. Ice cream and choco- late also helped to satisfy the hunger of the merry bunch. After gossiping for a short time, the crowd reluctantly left for Auburn on the b ;15 f. T. S. HALLOWE EN PARTY. On Hallowe’en the Juniors With Freshmen, very wise, For Sophomores and Seniors Prepared a nice surprise They asked that every one, To the utmost of their ski'd. Should dress disguised for fun And frolic to their fill. A prize they gladly gave The very “bestest” clown. And so each lass and knave, Did try to gain renown. Now the Freshies won the day As some one must, you know, For Alice seized the prey A box of nuts, ’twas so. Then since we were so very warm We doffed our caps and frills And with apples and popcorn, We did our stomachs fill. But like most boys and girls, We wouldn’t go away Without some games and twirls To drive dull care away. But would you call it nice, When all was going fine. To be ordered home, not once hill twice. By teachers, eight or nine? But for the sake of rhyme Which this of course must do, We’ll say we had a pleasant time, Which, after all, is true. NOVEMBER 13TH. Unlucky! Judging from the ap- pearance of the foot-ball team, that night as they arrived home after playing the “Pittsfield Eleven,” it must have been very unlucky. Bill Murphy with his broken hand, and Hayward and Tom with bumps on their heads, plus Ralph Brooks with a sprained ankle, all seemed to he typical of the 13th. Add to this the defeat in the game and we have a 62 mild conception of that day. The boys were good sports, tho, and came back ready to fight harder the next game. There was one consolation, “What if it had been Friday the 13th instead of Saturday?” It might have been worse! SOPHOMORE WIENER ROAST. Not to be outdone by the Juniors, the Sophomores planned to have a wiener roast Oct. 15. They intended to have it in the woods but the weath- er conditions prevented it. A fire was kindled north of the school- house and all the boys were ordered to get sticks. Soon everyone was enjoy- ing the wieners, pickles and dices1 sandwiches. Marshmallows topped off the menu. After all had satisfied their appetites, they retired to the “gym” where many games were enjoyed by all. THE FRESHMEN PARTY. The gym on Friday night, January 14th. was the scene of mirth and hap- piness; for the Freshmen gave their party. From all reports, everybody had a rollicking good time playing games and chatting. About ten o’clock fruit salad and Xabiscos were served. Judging by appearances they had a good time, for they all came back Monday morning smiling and ready for work. AUBURN B. B. TE4M WINS FROM PAWNEE. Auburn, 27; Pawnee, 25. The A. T. II. S. first speed bas- keteers, accompanied by a consider- able number of Auburnites and the g ' (| wishes of all tin rest, journeye I to Pawnee. Friday afternoon, on the “Pawnee and Points East” train. Three weeks before our second team had defeated Pawnee on the Auburn floor, so all expected an easy game. Put Pawnee had seen to that! W ith the crow 1 pressing over the sidelines, tho fight began. First one in the lead, then the other. Pawnee early in the game started to rough it up a hit. Auburn received a foul for the crowd's discourtesy. The referee was hooted and jeered. lit1 was doing the best he could under the circumstances. i lie game ended a tie, 2 5 to 2 1, an I it was decided to p'av another five minutes. In this period Auburn scored two field goals and Pawnee one, making the score Auburn 27; Pawnee, 25. The Midland had agreed to furnish a car, on th end of a freight train, to bring us home. 'I'll team was to leave Pawnee at 10 p. m. The spe- cial car proved to be one of the cars from “ye olden times.” Half of the crowd seated and half standing, we started home, steady by jerks. As morning approached, it was discov- ered that instead of paying fare we were paying storage. Our car was left across the main track and Ihe siding to Com pro, an I the motive power disappeared, hound for Compro. The journey to Auburn was completed on foot. NEW MALADY IN SCHOOL. Not the measles or smallpox but candy sales! If you attended the foot- ball games, the Sophomores were beg- ging you to buy candy and popcorn. At the basketball game you again saw their stands. For awhile you couldn’. enter the building without some of them asking you to buy ‘‘ Ilershevs Our Sophomores sure will mak- “good street corner peddlers” when they grow up. P. T. A. ENTERTAIN THE SENIORS. The parents-teaehers and Seniors assembled on th? campus. Monday, April 11. after school to set out the tree. The program was as follows: Song—Sleep Ma’ Honey — Quar tette— V. Clark, L. Merriain, O. Suy- dan. 1). Barbee. Presentation of th tree — Mrs. Lindner, Chairman of P. T. A. 63 Response—] Iary Beard. Pledge for its Protection—John Masterson, I’res. Jr. Class. Song—Good night—Quartette. After the program each Senior and member of the P. T. A. placed a shovel-full of dirt on the roots of the tree, then all made a rush for the kitchen where sandwiches, salad, deviled eggs, ice cream and cake were served. The Seniors’ only regret was that there would be no more feeds like this. THE JUNIOR-SENIOR BANQUET. The Junior-Senior banquet, April 22nd was undoubtedly a great suc- cess. About 7 :30 some fiddlers from Chatham arrived and old fashioned games were started in the gym. These continued until about nine o’clock. Then everyone was fold to prepare for the “eats.” We didn’t need such a warning for we were already pre- pared: so when the pop, potato and combination salad, sandwiches, eggs, pickles, etc., were brought in, every- one feasted. Then came the ice cream cones and we were told we could have as many as we wanted. (The hoys, especially, took advantage of tins privilege.) After every one hid finished, the games were resumed with more zest than ever. At eleven o’clock the guests departed, giving “Fifteen Rails” and “Three Cheers” for the Juniors. 64 ' —9 05 FOOT BALL First Row—Ray Brooks, William Murphy, Henry Parrish, Rov Carter. Ralph Brooks, Ray Nuekols. Second Row—Ralph Easley, Raymond Hatcher, Hayward Bigler, Austin Van Doren, Sinclair Orr. Andrew Foster. Thornton Nuekols. Seated—II. W. Funderburk, Coach. During the first week of school a call for football candidates was given. Sixteen men answered the call. As the first two weeks practice wore on the team gradually resolved itself into the following line up: Center—Raymond Hatcher: guards—Sinclaire Orr and Austin Van Doren: tackles—Andrew and Mervin Foster; ends—Ralph Brooks, Ray Nuekols and Ralph Easley: quarter hack—Ray Brooks, Ilenrv Parrish and 1 hornton Nuekols; full back—Hayward Bigler. These boys were confronted with the hardest schedule that any team from T. T. II. S. has had to face, and played some of the strongest teams in central Illinois. Injuries kept holding them back, so that at no game did Auburn have her full strength. Mervin Foster, Captain, was so seriously in- jured in the Stonington game that he was prevented from coming to school. Parrish was taken out due to iodine poisoning; Bigler was hurt in the Pitts- field game and held from the game with Waverly; Murphy’s hand was broken di the same game, and Hatcher received a sprained ankle in the Illiopolis game that gave him trouble throughout the rest of the season. The Seniors take away much good material. Bigler at full-back was to be depended on, when a few yards through the line were needed; Parrish de- veloped into a very fast half-back; Hatcher became a reliable center and a good line-man. Orr, thru’ his weight and size, always left an impression where 66 he moved. Both of the Fosters were known as hard hitting tackles. Murphy played in bad luck. lie was held back with a sprained ankle and then by a broken hand. There is a nucleus for a strong team next year. Both Brooks’ can he de- pended on to make good men wherever they are put. In fact that is the case with all. Easley, Van Doren, Nuckols and Carter all should be good men next year. Lets all look forward to a banner year in football this fall. Games Played At Taylorville: Taylorville 19, Auburn 26. At Auburn: Pana 6, Auburn 6. At Auburn: Stonington 90, Auburn 0. At Carlinville: Carlinville 26, Auburn 0. At Lincoln: Lincoln 7, Auburn 13. At Auburn: Virden 7, Auburn 13. At Auburn: Illiopolis 7, Auburn 28. At Pittsfield: Pittsfield 63, Auburn 0. At Auburn: Waverly 14, Auburn 0. TERRY LINDNER. Auburn Takes First at County Meet. Auburn’s 1920 Track Team was the best in the history of the school, and the boys walked away with the county meet in A No. 1 order. The running of Ihe “Mac’ twins was greatly missed however. Had they been here the other schools would have been completely snowed under. As it was they were held down below the expectations of the local fans. The meet was held at Pawnee May 8th. The day could not have been better and considering the condition of the track all of the hoys did exceed- ingly well. Martin was the individual star of the meet. lie scored fifteen points for the home team. Welch was next with eleven points. The teams that led in scoring were, Auburn 42, Illiopolis 26, and Chatham 18. The prize brought home by the team was a fine silk banner. Martin and Welch graduated and they will be missed this year. Parrish, Brooks and Landon are expected to make a good showing at the County meet this year. The final results of the County meet were as follows: 50 Yard Dash—1st, Welch, Auburn; 2d, Albright, Chatham ; 3d, Smith, Buffalo. 100 Yard Dash—1st, Murphy, Illiopolis; 2d, Herrin, Buffalo; 3d, Welch, Auburn. „ „ „ 220 Yard Dash—1st, Martin, Auburn; Tinsley of Chatham and Murphy of Illiopolis tied for 2d. „ „ „ 440 Yard Run—1st, Martin, Auburn; 2d, Tyler, Divernon; 3d, Lamb Chatham. 880 Yard Run—1st Tyler, Divernon; 2d, Sullivan, Illiopolis; 3d, Tinsley. Chatham. , 220 Yard Hurdles—1st, Sheller, Illiopolis; 2d, Richert, Divernon; 3d, Herrin, Buffalo. High Jump—1st, Martin, Auburn; 2d, Pulliam, Chatham: 3d, Corrigan. New Berlin. Standing Broad Jump—1st, Kresey, Dawson; 2d, Schafer, Pleasant Plains; 3d, Pulliam, Chatham. 67 Running Broad Jump—1st, Welch, Auburn; '2d Loving, Loami; 3d, Schaefer, Pleasant Plains. Pole Vault—1st Brooks, Auburn; 2d, Williams, Chatham; 3d, Clayton, 1 ’awnee. Running Hop, Step and Jump—1st, Parrish, Auburn; 2d, Roberts, Illiopolis; 3d, Williams, Chatham. Shot Put—1st, Schafer, Pleasant Plains; 2d, Herrin, Buffalo; 3d, Poster, Pawnee. Discus Throw—1st, Redman, Illiopolis; 2d, Canham, Chatham; 3d, Molohon, Pawnee. Hammer Throw—1st. Kiser, Pleasant Plains; 2d, Smith, Buffalo; 3d. Trilley, Divernon. The Relay Cup was won by Auburn. The team ran as follows—Welch, Parrish, Brooks and Martin. This is another addition to Auburn’s numerous collection of cups. District Meet. The district meet was held at Jacksonville May 15. The team went over and expected to bring hr me another bunch of medals, but luck was against hem as Parrish got a bad start in the 100 yard dash and Welch was not at his best in jump'ng. Martin was the only Auburn man that placed. He took 1st in the high jump as usual. The pole vault was very spectacular as all of the poles were broken and no decision could be made. State Meet. The State Meet was held at Champaign. The “Macs” were home from Western 1o graduate with their class and they, with Welch and Martin, en- tered at this meet. Carl took first in the half mile. Welch tied for third in the running broad jump. Martin was unfortunate and only took fourth in the high jump. This was a hard blow for Auburn, as we were looking for a (first) from Ira. Ralph “Mac” did very well; conrng in fifth in the quarter mile. These results show Ihe high standard maintained by the boys of A. T. II. S. and seem to justify our pride in our high school athletics. HAYWARD BIGLER. BASKET BALL At the close of the football season Coach Funderburk issued a call for Basket Ball men. The call was answered by H. Bigler, R. Hatcher, R. Easley, O. Fry, C. Ping. R. Brooks, A. Van Doren, (). Miller, 11. Landon, T. Skaggs, M. Keltner, II. Williams, J. Johnson, T Lindner. The team lost only six games out of seventeen played. First and Second teams were organized and a great deal of credit can be given to the second team for the good practice they unselfishly gave the first team. Bigler was the unanimous choice of the players for captain. No other team in this part of the country had a player as sure of free throws as Bigler. Hayward gradu- ates this year and his loss to the team will be greatly felt. Orville Fry, one of the most valuable guards Auburn has ever had, played ihe position of standing guard after jumping center. He was responsible for the defeat of more than one team by his close guarding. f 8 Seated—Ralph Easley, Mr. Funderburk (Coach), Ralph Brooks. Standing:—Clifford Ping, Hayward Bigler, Otis Miller, Austin Van Doren, Orville Fry, Raymond Hatcher. Ralph Easley, another Junior, was one of the best offensive players Auburn ever had. lie was closely guarded by his opponents wherever they knew him, oi' h:‘s total would have been much larger. Ralph will be one of the standbys of next year's team. Clifford l ng, was another point getter for Auburn, lie made the all tournament second team at Athens tournament. Clifford is a Senior and his graduation will be a great loss to the team. Raymond Hatcher played the position of forward. Raymond did not hit his stride until late in the season, when he could always be depended upon to play a good game. Ralph Brooks, a Sophomore, was one of the hardest players on the team. His speed and endurance were deciding factors in several of the games played. Otis Miller and Austin Van Doren were the first subs, and although they •lid not get a chance to play in many games they showed up well when they did play. 69 The season’s record follows: FG FT PF TF TP Ralph Easley 43 2 8 2 8S 11. Bigler 23 73 6 4 119 R. Hatcher 10 1 12 1 21 C. Ping 31 2 4 2 64 0. Frv 9 0 14 0 4 Ralph Brooks 16 0 35 6 32 125 78 79 15 328 Auburn 16 Illiopolis 3 Auburn 13 Athens 2!) Auburn 8 Athens .32 Auburn 15 New Berlin 11 Auburn 6 New Berlin ... 12 Auburn 21 Easton 25 Auburn 33 Divernon 5 Auburn 11 Athens 8 |hiu n 15 I iicoin 12 Auburn 27 Pawnee 25 Auburn 23 Girard 13 Auburn 29 Gillespie ... 4 Auburn 18 Gillespie 11 Auburn 15 Waverly 28 nbnrn ‘?7 Pfl vncc ■ Auburn 19 White IIall 09 Auburn 32 New Berlin ... 23 328 285 GIRLS ATHLETICS School had not been in session very long, before girls basket ball practice was going in earnest. Besides this a regular gym class was held every Friday after school, in which many interesting and instructive games were learned. Before long many were proficient basket ball players and class teams were organized. The Freshmen chose Lucy Merriam. Captain. Their team was as follows: Guards, Catherine Ilart, Edna White; Forwards, Lucy Merriam, Edna FryRunning Center, Snsanne Mulcahy; -lumping Center, Adda Sal- lade; Subs, Alice and Virginia Bigler, Vera Bliss, Henrietta Lindner. The Sophomores chose Louise Van Doren, Captain ; Julia Maddox. Frances Stevens, Guards; Louise Van Doren, Mary Cline, Forwards; Patricia Galvin, Jumping Center; Lucy McDonald, Running Center; Sub, Marjorie McGlothlin. The Seniors and Juniors chose Nonie Mulcahy, Captain, and the team as follows: Kathryn Clarke, Minnie Parrish, Guards; Bernice Allen, Xonnie Mulcahy For- wards; Chloe Bunker, Junmping Center; Clara Can ham, Running Center; Erma Moore. Sub. The first game was played Dec. 17. between the 'Freshmen and Sopho- mores. 'I'he Freshmen won, 12 to 8. The second game was played Jan. 7. be- tween the Freshmen and Junior-Seniors. This was a very hard fought game but the upper classmen won, 16-11. Several of the players became incapaci- tated so the Seniors and Sophomores combined to meet the Freshmen again on February 25. This was the most exciting game of all. At first the score stood nearly even but gradually the Soph-Seniors gained until the score 14-5, when the last whistle was sounded. In March an Athletic Association was formed consisting of most of the girls in High School. This is a state wide organization to promote Girl's Ath- letics and we are very much indebted to Miss Patton, our coach, for making it possible for our school to belong to this society. Goldie Suydan was elected president. When the tirst warm days came a track team was organized. Baseball, jumping, running, and tennis were only some of the sports in which they par- ticipated. and the meet which they expect to have will prove what good athletes girls are. So hurrah for Miss Patton and our Athletic girls. ESTHER MORRISON. 70 Oie Rutg ■ J SMART SAYINGS OF CHILDREN. .Miss Hoppin—“Oh, here comes Herbert now.” Herb.—“Xo mam this isn’t me.” Mr. McMullen in Modern History class—“Insane people don’t vote.” Allen Sechler—“Do you vote Mr. McMullen ?” Cop—“Say young man you can’t stop your Ford here.” Andy Foster—“Can’t eh? You don’t know this Ford then.” Mr. Martin—“Thornton, tell me what is the scientific way of finding out whether or not gasoline has water mixed in it.” Thornton—“By touching a match to it.” Thornton Nuckols, riding in An- dy’s Ford—“Say Andy 1 want to be procrastinated at the next corner.” Andy—“You want to be what?” Xuck—“Oh don’t get excited I just looked that word up in the dictionary, and it said, procrastination means. “Put off.” Miss Paddock—“What is the trail- ing arbutus?” Hubert Hatcher — “A blood hound.” “Dad, how would you punctuate this sentence: A five dollar bill blew around the corner.” “Put a period at. the end of the sentence.” “I wouldn’t, I’d make a dash after the five dollar bill.” Babe Orr—“How shall 1 express myself?” Henry Parrish—“In a box car.” Miss Paddack—“What are you do- ing Ray? Copying his paper?” Ray—“Oh. no ma’am. I was just seeing if he copied mine correctly.” Mr. Funderburk in Agriculture Class—“Do you know how to keep a horse from frothing at the mouth ?” H. P.—“Sure, teach him to spit.” SLAMS. Oct. 2 Marjorie comes to school dressed up in some one else’s clothes. Mary Foster — “I wish people would stop borrowing my clothes.” Irma—Goldie has a high color, hasn’t she ? Bernice—“Yes, the dear girl, that kind costs fifteen cents a box more.” Orville Fry to Stage Manager at the Majestic—“Who do all those trunks belong to?” Stage Manager—“The leading lady sir.” Hayward B.—“Let’s go to another show.” Virginia Clark was reading a com- position of her own in English III the other day on “Grant’s Work in the Civil War.” She got along most creditably until she reached Lee’s surrender at Appomatox court house. She related how Lee wore his sword and was handsomely attired in full •uniform. “While Grant,” she an- nounced, had on nothing but an old ragged union suit. Nephew, to Miss Spencer—“Aun- tie, did you marry an Indian?” Miss S.—“Why do you ask such sil- ly questions, dear?” Nephew—“Well, I saw some scalps on your dressing table.” Dorothy B.—“He throws himself into everything he undertakes.” Virginia C.—“Well, I wish he would undertake a well or a crater.” Hayward B.—“Only fools are cer- tain.” Kathryn C.—“Are you sure of that?” Hayward—“Yes. I am positive.” And he wondered why she laughed. —10 73 “John, wake up. What’s that noise down in the library?” “Oh, never mind. Probably it’s only history repeating itself.” Walter B.—“Do you think I can ever do anything with my voice, .Miss Rice?” .Miss Rice—“It might come in han- dy in case of fire.” Robert Lewis—“Hasn't Ruth a bright face this morning?” Bus.—“Yes, it’s just freshly paint- ed.” One evening the girls were having a meeting for the election of officers. Lucy Me.—“I nominate Dorothy Barbee.” Dot.—“I second it.” Julia M.—Mr. Brittin, I never can call you I)r. Dr. Brittin—“You can call me “Daddy,” then. Are you a detective—If so dis- cover— Thornton’s ambition. Something Ray Nuckolls can’t do. Broney’s girl. Babe Orr’s busy day. Albert Hart’s genius. Walter Brittin’s popularity. Tall follow—“My father was a poet. ” Other fellow—“IIow do you got that way?” , Tall fellow—“Because he was a long fellow.” Murf—“What’s the matter? Fin- ances bothering you?” Kidder—“Yes, I owe Porky five dollars and today I’ve got it and he knows I’ve got it; and I know he knows T’ve got it: and he knows I know he knows I have got it.” “Are you sure your voice will fill this room?” asked Miss Rice. “I hope it won’t empty it,” replied Marjorie. Mr. Carlson, (angrily)—I want it understood that we’ll have no more jazz music in the gym. Miss Rice—Oh, that isn’t jazz mu- sic, one of the cooking girls just dropped a pile of tin pans. Miss Rice (hearing Teddy singing, “I’m Always Falling in Love With the Other Fellow’s Girl) asked — “Teddy, can’t you carry a tune?” Teddy, (much Surprised)—“Of course I can. Miss Rice—“Then I wish you would put that one in a bucket, take it out in the back yard and bury it. II. Bigler—-Waiter, bring me, hie, some prunes. Waiter—Stewed, sir? II. Bigler—None of your darn bus- iness. Dell C.—Mary, is your wrist watch in the hospital? Mary E.—No, it’s just taking treat- ment. The Beast—“You used to say there was something about me you liked.” Beauty—“Yes, but you’ve spent it all now.” One dav Andy Foster met Bill Mur- phy on the street and said to him, “I swore that if I ever should meet a man any uglier than myself 1 would kill him.” Murf—“Shoot ahead, Andy, if I was any uglier than you, T would want to be shot.” Miss Iloppin, to pupil defining a sentence with “still” in it. “Leave out the ‘still.’ ” Student—“I II say so, the govern- ment will find all of them now.” Mr. Fawcett in General Science Class—“Name the four seasons.” Student who had been taking cook- ing—“Salt, pepper, vinegar, and mustard.” 75 W. D. MOTTAR “The Rexall Phone 222 AUBURN, ILL. ----EXCLUSIVE AGENT FOR- Symphony Lawn Stationery, LIGGETT’S CHOCOLATES, FENWAY CHOCOLATES, Maximum, Monogram, Roxbury and American Beauty Rubber Goods. Violet Dulce, Bouquet, Jeanice Perfumes ----AND TOILET PREPARATIONS. We Carry a Full Line of Ansco Cameras. One of the 10,000 ‘REXALL STORES,” the World’s Greatest Drug Stores—where you always get satisfaction or money back. 76 One day Thornton came home from school, ran to his mother and said. “Oh, mother, I made a hundred in two studies.” Mother—“That’s fine, Thornton. What did you make them in ?” Thornton—“1 made fifty in Alge- bra and fifty in English.” Mr. McMullen—“Do you think there is any harm in flirting?” Mr. Carlson—“I don’t know; but that is the way my wife caught me.” Teddy Skaggs (in Trig, Class) af- ter the others had found the colog. of a number—“I didn’t know there was a table of them in the book.” Mr. Fawcett—“What is a vac- uum?” Bright Student—“A vacuum is what you clean carpets with.” Miss Hoppin—Keith, can you tell us how to make a sentence smooth.” Keith—“Sure, use sand paper.” Mary Cline in cooking—“Say Ber- nice I heard yesterday Miss Rice takes three off your grade in cooking if you laughed aloud; does she?” Bernice—“Yes, I think so.” Mary—Well, if that is the case I won’t have any grade left to show mother.” Mr. McMullen—I want you boys to make a will so it can’t be broken.” Ed. Ring—“All right, I'll make it heir-tight! R. Nuckols—“I know a man who nicked J. Dempsey under the nose and stretched him right out.” 11. Funderburk—“Who did?” Nuck—“The barber.” Teacher—“In what part of the Bible is it taught that a man can have only one wife?” Little boy—“I guess it’s in the part that says that no man can serve more than one master.” Mi-. Fawcett—“This is a one hun- dred pound weight.” Mary Foster—“Is it heavy?” Mr. Fawcett (to Ray N. in Chem. Class)—Name three articles that have starch in them.” Ray—“Two collars and a shirt.” • Miss Paddock—“William, do you know you misspelled needle in your composition ?” Bill Sturgis—“Why I spelled it n-i-e-d-l-e of course.” Miss Paddock—“Don’t you know that needle has no eye in it?” Bill—“Well it’s no needle if it doesn’t have an “i” in it,” Mary Foster—“They sav money talks.” Mr. McMullen—“Well?” Mary—“1 wonder how that idea originated ?” Mr. Me.—“Have you ever noticed the lady on the dollar?” Roy Carter—“Say, Ray, what are you drawing?” Ray N.—“A dog, you nut.” Roy—“A dog, why, where is the tail?” Ray—“Oh, that’s still in the ink- bottle.” Visitor (to Mr. Nuckols)—“Your son has a pronounced mathematical bump.” Son—“That is where papa hit me for being at the bottom of the arith- metic class.” Herbert—“Say, Bill, do you know what I can do for a larger job? Bill—“Yes, you can start washing elephants.” JOKES—LOST AND FOUND. Late arrival—“What’s the score?” Early arrival—“Nothing to noth- ing.” L. A.—“Must be a good game.” E. A. — “Du nno. Ain’t started yet,” 77 J.J. PIERCE Auburn Roller Milling Go, When You Want the Hardware, Best Flour Cutlery, Stoves in this or any other market Pumps and Plumbing CALL UP 9 and your Furnaces Installed Wants will be cared for. Phone 91 Auburn, III. Auburn Roller Milling Go, Henry Harris SOUTH SIDE BARBERSHOP Dry Goods, Shoes and Everything Up-To-Date in every way. Men’s Furnishings No Waiting Made to Measure Always Next Clothes a Specialty Cigars Lowest Prices for Cash Laundry Agent Phone 9 AUBURN ILL. AUeURN, ILLINOIS 7 8 Styles—Fair customer:—“I’d like to try on that one over there.” Salesman:—“I’m sorry, madam, but that is a lampsha le. ” Mr. McMullen — “Your report should be written so that the most ignorant may understand it.” Bus Landon—“What pari is it you vlon’t understand?” The Very Early Bird. “Now, then, my hearties ” said the gallant captain, “You have a tough battle before you. Fight like heroes till your powder is gone: then run. I’m a little lame and I’ll start now.” Freshie:—“There was a big holdup in our backyard last Monday.” Cootie:—“Zat so?” Freshie:—“ llh, huh, two clothes- pins held up a sheet.” Glen II.:—“Bill, do you know any jokes? ’ ’ Bill.:—“None but you.” Mae:—“Did he propose in flowery language?” Fae:—“He started to. but I nipt it in the bud.” Joke Editor:—“Have you heard my last joke?” Student:—‘ ‘ I hope so. ’ ’ An Englishman was boasting of England’s wealth and possessions to an Irishman and he said:—“Why England has so many possessions the sun never sets on them.” The Irishman said:—“No. the Lord can’t trust them in the dark.” “How do you sell this limburger.” “I often wonder myself, ma'am.” “Horace Landon’s social career is ruined. ” “How is that.” “The moths got in his evening clothes. ” Pupil:—“I hear you lost one for- tune and are.struggling to make an- other.” Mr. Carlson:—Yes, I paid my in- come tax and now I’ve got to save up for the next.” “Help, help,” screamed the terri- fied young man who ha I just fallen over the edge of the wharf. “I can’t swim.” “Wot of it?” asked the stevedore mildly, taking his pipe out of his mouth, and glancing carelessly over the edge. “I can’t neither, hut I ain’t making a big fuss over it.” Virginia C.—“Who’s hurt ?” Edna Fry—“Floyd McMurdo.” V. c.—“Where?” Edna F.—“Down in the gym.” Bill Murphy—“Who was that new girl you had with you last night ?” Bus Landon—“That was the old one painted over.” Miss Iloppin in Commercial Arith. Class—“Thornton, if one and one are two, what is two and one?” Nuck—“Shoe polish?” Murf—““Well, I guess I will go home and study.” Bus Landon — “What are you studying now?” Murf—“Greek.” Bus—“What is the big idea?” Murf—“Well, I thought I might want to run a restaurant some day.” A Freshie—“What’s the hardest thing about skating when you’re learning?” Another Freshie—“The ice.” Friend—“Cheer up old man. why don’t you drown your sorrow?” Chum—“She is bigger than I am. and besides it would be murder.” Bill Sturgis—“What’s yeur idea of clean sport?” Arthur Tngels—“Swimming.” 79 M. M. BRADLEY DRUGS, MEDICINES. PERFUMES, TOILET ARTICLES, SOAPS, BRUSHES, COMBS, AND A FULL LINE OF DRUGGISTS' SUNDRIES. Cameras, Photograph Supplies, Etc. CHATHAM, ILL. CALDWELL STATE BANK CHATHAM, ILL. THE BANK OF GOOD SERVICE Stevens Cary JAMES MOHAN GARAGE DEALER IN AGENT FOR Poultry, Eggs Studebaker and AND — Dodge Cars Veal Calves Goodyear Tires General Repair and Honest Weight Auto Accessories Top Prices Phone 130 CHATHAM, ILL. 8 Phone 18 CHATHAM, ILL. 0 Miss Spencer—“Thomas, will you tell me what a conjunction is, and compose a sentence containing one?” Thomas—“A conjunction is a word connecting anything, such as “The horse is hitched to the fence by his halter.' ‘Halter’ is a conjunc- tion, because it connects the horse and fence. ’ ’ Miss Paddock—“Girls in ancient times could be married at the age of fourteen or fifteen.” Walter Brittin—“(Jirls can't be married that young n-o-vv e-a-n t-h-e-y ?” She—“Why do you put corn meal on the dance floor?” lie—“To make the chickens feel at home.” A village girl eloped in her father’s clothes. The next day the paper of the town came out with an account of the elopement headed, “Flees in Father’s Pants.” Boy (who had been caught reading a dime novel)—“Unhand me. tyrant, or there will be bloodshed.” Teacher—“No, my lad. there will be nothing more serious than the of- fice. Come with me, sir!” Mistress — “Well, what do you think of our gas fires?” Cook—“I think them wonderful, n:a am. Why, those in the kitchen haven’t gone out since I came here over a week ago.” “What’s the matter? You look thoughtful.” “My six-year old son brought home a list of questions to answer.” “What of it?” “My average ranks me as a defi- cient kid.” They were standing at the front gate— She—“Won’t you come into the parlor and sit a little while. George dear?” He—“N-no, T guess not,” (hesi- tatingly. ) She—“1 wish you would. Moth r has gone out and father is upstairs groaning with rheumatism in the legs.” He—“Both legs?” She—“Yes, both legs.” He—“Then I'll come in a little while. ” Daughter (having received a beau- tiful set of mink skins from her father)—“What I don’t see, is how such wonderful furs can come from such a low. sneaking, little beast.” Father—“I don't ask for thanks, dear, but I really insist on respect.” TID BITS. I haven’t bought an auto yet Because I’m honest and in debt. A barber hand sat under a sour apple tree, W ith a ouija board on his manly knee. With a worried frown of the board asked he, “Does the farmer’s sweet daughter care for me?” Another young man ’neath a gay peach tree, The self same question asked, and h1 Bore neither frown nor board. You see The farmers sweet daughter sat on his knee. Fortune knocks once at every man’s door. The daughter of fortune must have knocked at mine. Who ever heard of the daughter of fortune. What? Haven’t you ever hear I of Miss Fortune? RIDDLES. What’s the difference between opium and Abraham? One’s the juice of a poppy, the other the poppy of the Jews. —it 81 E. T. STOUT Drugs Toilet Articles Stationery Soda Fountain Auburn, : Illinois MEN’S FURNISHINGS BOSTONIA SHOES A. A. HART --DEALER IN- Dry Goods, Shoes and General Merchandise Rugs, Linoleums, Notions Telephone 34 AUBURN, ILL. Miss Paddock in Junior English class— “How many of you know, “That Old Sweetheart of Mine?” Kathryn C. and Teddy so and so Met one day in the long ago, Teddy wanted Kathryn to be his mate But she said, “Teddy you spoke too late, I’m promised to a country lad. Said Teddy, “Shaw, now that’s too bad.” “Oh marry me, do Katie, pray (live up your job of raking hay.” “I’ll stick to my lover true and hale Like cockle burrs to a horse’s tail.” Then Teddy returned to the city’s crash And married another for her cash. But she bv his cruel deeds was forced To go to Chicago and be divorced. But Kathryn lived a happy life And performed the duties of a far- mer’s wife, In the large white house on a rising hill In the small vicinity of Auburn, 111. And Teddy was heard to sadly say, As he walked the streets one summer’s day. That of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these, “It might have been.” Two questions— Where did Victor Hugo? And what made Oscar Wilde? Where do the lights go when they go out ? ____ A dentist is the only man who can make money by looking down in the motifh. _______ Virginia Clark in French Class— “Miss Spencer, if I had an average of 80, what would I have to make in review to get out of the semester exam ?” Miss Spencer—Oh, about 105, I suppose. V. C.—“In that case, we would have to play with the joker.” Prof, in Science class—“Name two complementary colors.” Student—“Powder and paint.” KING’S ENGLISH. Mrs. Baron had just moved into the neighborhood and had not yet become acquainted. Consequently, she was somewhat surprised, upon sending an order for a roast of lamb to the near- est meat dealer, to receive the follow- ing note in reply— “Dear Madam, I am sorry I have not killed myself this week, but you can get a leg oft' my brother, the butcher at the farther end of the town. He’s full of what you want. I seen him last nite with five legs. Your respectively, JOE SCHULTZ. Mr. Fawcett met Mrs. Summers one morning in the hall and said, “Good morning Mrs. Spring.” Irma—“Don’t you think it’s wrong to box a compass on a ship?” Roy—“Not any more than to pad- dle a canoe.” CHEWING GUM. There are many varieties of chew- ing gum, almost fifty-seven varieties. There are Spearmint, Kiss-Me, Juicy Fruit, Yucatan and others. Chewing gum is the only confection that did not have the price raised during the war; yet chewing gum like other pleasures, will be banished from the United States, and in later years, peo- ple will have a stick in a glass case and this piece of gum will be handed down through generations as a fam- ily heirloom. Chewing gum is economical in the way of sweets, candy lasts only a while but chewing gum, if kept right will last for ages, that is providing you don’t swallow it. Chewing gum strengthens the muscles in the chin and gives the side of the face exercise, which some people need but others do not. Chewing gum will no doubt soon be 83 If you are looking for REAL VALUES in GROCERIES at the LOWEST POSSIBLE PRICES, open an account with us. We cater to those who want the best, and we produce the goods Telephone orders given special attention. Prompt deliveries our hobby. Courteous treatment a reality. Cleanliness superb H. D. Foreman THE STORE OF QUALITY Phone 46, 66 AUBURN, ILL. Best Meals Luncheons and Service ---AT-- HINES BROS’. CAFE Everything in its Season Try One of Our Dinners 84 considered a crime and voted on like prohibiten, and other reforms. But if a harmless confection like chewing gum is thrown out of the “Land of the Free” then we might as well throw up the sponge and quit, be- cause tobacco, tea, and coffee will have to go next, and the only pleasure we will have is to drink water and I guess the reformers will try to dilute that so it won’t have such a strong kick. WILLIAM MURPHY. “THE NINTH HOUR.” Chapter 1— Now upon the first day of the week very late in the afternoon, we came into history class, bringing our text books and note books which we ha prepared and certain other things. 2. And upon entering the room we found we had prepared the wrong lesson. 3. So Mr. McMullen spake unto us saying, “All ye who disobeyed my commandment and studied the wrong lesson by mistake or purpose, must stay for the ninth hour class.” 4. And when we heard his wor Is we were afraid and sorely grieved that this thing should come upon us, and we remembered his words. Chapter 2— And when the ninth hour had on-1 to pass Ave remembered what he had spake unto us and we entered into the English room, where we beheld Mi- Spencer sitting on a chair behind tin desk, correcting Caesar papers. 2. And we said unto her of what had befallen us. 3. And like a voice which was familar and come out of deep thought, she said unto us, “Verily I sav unto you. everyone get a book and study or I shall keep you ten minutes after time.” 4. Now there was among us, a certain boy, whose nature was to be mischievous and who on the same day was chewing chewing gum. 5. And lo, and behold. Miss Spen- cer (after he had chewed it only for about ten minutes) came back unto him and spake unto him tlnisly: 6. “William, thou who ait the son of John and of Belle, spit out your gum and stay ten minutes later than the rest.” 7. When Bill saw what had befal- len upon him, Ik; spat out his gum and when the time came for departure re- mained ten minutes later than tii ■ rest. 8. And when Miss Spencer spake unto him alone, she sai l unto him. “Lo you that hath been taught by me hath not kept my commandments and hath chewed gum and see what hath befallen upon you.” 9. And verily I say unto you, “do unto thy teacher as you would not have your teacher do unto you, and thou slialt stay in the detention home, forty-five minutes after school.” 1). BARBEE. WHAT MAKES A GOOD LOOK- ING SENIOR. Kirby Knox’s red, red, hair. Bill Murphy’s wrinkles. Tom Irwin’s eyebrows. John Engleman's eyes. Mary Beard’s eye lashes. Berr.ice Allen’s nose. Terry Lindner’s mouth. Arthur Stout’s chin. Howard Williams’ complexion. Babe Orr’s form. Xonie Morrison’s gracefulness. John Murphy’s hands. Chloe Bunker’s feet. It pays to be versed in electrical appliances, because— When she talks too long—Inter- rupter. If her way of thinking is not yours —Converter. If she wants to be an angel— Transformer. If she goes up in the air—Conden- ser. If she wants chocolates—Feeder. If she sings false—Tuner. If she gets excited—Controller. If she is a poor cook—Discharger. 85 Everybody Eats AT THE Springfield Cafeteria HOME COOKING 508 E. Monroe Street Springfield, - Illinois STRONG’S Springfield’s REAL Cafeteria 513 E. MONROE STREET Eat as you do at home, with linen on the table and every- thing. Our dining room is quiet. Our food is good. Our service is fast and efficient, and we extend to our patrons that COURTESY which they are entitled to and which they may justly expect. 86 If she is in the country—Tele- grapher. If she eats too much—Reducer. If she is wrong—Rectifier. If she gossips too much—Regula- tor. If she fumes and sputters—Insula- tor. If she becomes upset—Reverser. If she proves your fears are wrong —Compensator. Of the Seniors can you imagine? Russel Snyder giving dancing les- sons. John Engleman as a music teacher! Howard Williams as a public speak- er? Terry Lindner in a deaf and dumb school ? Ray Hatcher teaching mathema- tics? “Babe” Orr as small as Perry Lor- ton ? Bill Murphy as our city doctor? Arthur Stout as his assistant? John Murphy not fussing with Marie'in U. S. history? Thomas Irwin flirting? Mervin Foster with the “Ford” running fine? Clifford Ping living in New York? Hayward Bigler not on the team? Andy Foster knowing what the les- son is in Eng. 4 ? Henry Parrish not getting hurt in a football game? Arthur Ingels talking all the time? Esther Morrison not having all her lessons ? Bernice Allen satisfied with every- thing? Chloe Bunker wearing a il2y shoe? Mary Beard without her nail file? Marie Comerford not in a family quarrel with John? Clara Canham as a “Clinging Vine?” Erma Moore not talking to Mervin in Eng. 4? Our class fussing about anything? No, we always agree. CUSS WORDS OF THE FACULTY. Mr. Funderburk—“By Gum.” Miss Rice—Gosh! Miss Iloppin—Oh ’Heck! Mr. Carlson—Gee ‘Wrhiz! Miss Paddack—Good Heavens! Miss Patton—Golly! Miss Spencer—Bless Patty! Mr. Fawcett—My! Goodness! Mr. McMullen—Oh, Gee! Heat Your Bungalow, Cottage, or Flat with Hot Water IDEAL-Arcola Radia- tor - Boilers for small houses without cellars. Hot - water heating as simple and easy as run- ning a stove—one fire heats all rooms. Cellar not neces- sary—put in any small house with- out disturbing present heating arrangements, un- til ready to use— with the ■ a « 4 1 The Areola is placed mliv- DLAL -ArCOla ingroom, parlor, or kitchen and fired as a stove. It I? o Jl ntor.Rm I heats the room and also iAaaiatOr ounci sends its excess heat by hot water system to American Radiators in adjoining: rooms- The simplest, most durable, most economical heating plant ever devised for small buildings. Don’t delay to fi-iw out all about it. W. T. WHITE Agent Auburn, 111. 87 0.0. Cornei 1 Real Estate and Loans Interstate Phone No. 1. 3-red 5$. Sverhart Dealer in FARM LANDS, RESIDENCE PROPERTY AND LOTS. I sell farm lands in Illinois, Ohio, Missouri, Mich- igan and Texas. For descriptive literature and rates address, AUBURN, ILL. I General Hardware and Everything in the Hardware Line AUBURN, ILL. Meyer Seigel Gent’s Furnishings Red Goose Shoes For Men, Women and Children. Nice Collars AND Neck Ties BARBER SHOP Good Service Give us a TRIAL and be Convinced. South Side Square Auburn, III. Stuart Purvine 88 b be gets f Good ST RRr £BP TgMBSR ™‘S Tovm'N'' P or 3 PootBa in ful. i_ Svr rtc { rA OCTOBER ? rTH E ¥ HBuuowelfH Pfjfty gjf+fvb The Calendar. SEPTEMBER. 7th—Room half filled with Seniors- to-be 1924. 8th, 9th, 10th—Vacation. 13— Real beginning. Senior and Junior Class officers chosen. 14 — Sophomores and Freshmen elect officers. 15— Foot-race, Misses Spencer, Rat- ton and Paddock. Winner undecided. 16— General talk of Seniors is “Don’t you like the rings?” Won- der when we’ll get them! 17— Yell leaders chosen. 20— New pupils—Foster, the Ford and the renowned Bus Landon. 21— The Juniors are trying to make a collection of all their “witty” re- marks. 22— Half the school arrived in tin Foster “Limousine.” 23— Oracle Staff elected. 24— Kathryn Clarke —“Speaking of bobbed hair, don’t you think my red dress is pretty?” 25— Good beginning for A. T. IT. S. foot-ball team. Defeat for Tavlor- ville 26-19. 26— Mervin presents the Taylor- ville bacon to Mr. Carlson. 30—Ray Hatcher dreaming but not sleeping in English class. OCTOBER. 1— The Juniors and their friends enjoy a free tie ticket and a weiner roast at Bigler’s. 2— Three Rahs for Team! Pana and Auburn 6-6. 3— Bobbed Hair; Its Disadvant- ages. Treatment, etc. For informa- tion see Dorothy Barbee and Adella Bigler. 6— “Battle de luxe” with paint brushes. 7— Scouring class held on roof of school. 14— Advice! “Better get your dates now for Baccalaureate and avoid the rush—John Murphy. 15— The Sewing class sew the A’s 89 An inviting Retreat for Recreation, Refreshment and Sociability THE BILLIARD PARLOR CONLIN JORDAN, Props. WEST SIDE SQUARE AUBURN, : : : : : ILLINOIS First and only place in this city to handle the famous Litchfield Delicious Ice Cream RAMSEY MEIKLEJOHN Cigars, Cigarettes, Tobacco Pocket Billiards Soda Fountain in Connection 90 T wcRci music m Thc. = i re.. MOVErtBEjg W PiVEKLY H- O Ho ''VOhlD ER 2 US.- xeiccfjT Q. h;6 Facial. Muscled. DECEMBER on the Football suits. Soph, party in the gym to-nite. 16—The A’s were “Hoodoos” for the boys. Stonington and Auburn score 5)0-0 in favor of S. H. S. Good practice for Stonington and a good feed for both. 15)—Grand display of Senior rings. 21— The “Sleepy-head-Gang” are taking their usual beauty sleep be- tween 2 :30 and 3 :10. 22— The Hallowe’en party is no more. Lyceum tonight. 23— Carlinville and Auburn, 26-0 in favor of Carlinville. 28— Literary societies chosen. 29— The Hallowe’en party exists! The boys left this morning for Lin- coln to play real foot-ball. 13-7 for Auburn. NOVEMBER. 1— Preparations for the Hallowe’en party at Chloe Bunker’s. 2— With chattering teeth and ice cakes instead of feet, we all watched the Auburn-Virden game score, 13-7 in favor of Auburn. 3— The Illiolias choose officers. 6—Victory again for Auburn high. Auburn and Illiopolis. 5)—In Modern History Class- Babe is so kiddish. lie drops bee- bees and then picks them up. 10—Miss Paddack, “Where was Ophelia when she drowned herself? Bill M.—“In the Water.” 13—Auburn has a wild time at Pittsfield. 16— Campfire Box Social. Lyceum tonight. 17— There’s music in the air! Quar- tet practices. 22— We had a delightful slumber party in English today. 23— Babe broke his chair today. Now I wonder why? Better strap him in hereafter. 24— The Illiolias give a Thanksgiv- ing program. 25— 26 — Thanksgiving Vacation. Game with Waverly. Victory for Waverly high. 91 H. A. McElvain REPRESENTS all the LEADING FIRE INSURANCE COMPANIES. AUBURN STATE BANK AUBURN, ILL T Capital $25,000.00 GLADLY WRITE YOU UP any time so as to protect your prop- Surplus $35,000.00 Profits $22,500.00 erty against loss by fire, lightning or tornado. Total Resources$550,000.00 B. L. Kessler Sons GARAGE Tires, Tubes and Accessories “Happy Grocer” says: Our S IS Right Ford Authorized Sales and Service C. H. LINDNER Telephones 29 and 74 AUBURN . ILLINOIS. 92 29—English 4 students are throw- ing slams at each other, following tin safe policy of writing—not saying them. Lyceum tonight. DECEMBER. 1. Esrt her claims to have a lease on John .Murphy. 2. Bus believes in exercising his facial muscles. For this he strongly advocates chewing gum. d. First Basket-Ball (lame. Tllio- polis and Aulmfn—Score 16-d in favor of—Auburn. 0. Nothing. 7. Ditto. 8. Yum! Yum! Don’t we all wish we were in Bookkeeping class! Rig Eats ! Yum ! Ymu ! 9. The Sangamos elect officers. 10—They’re all going to Athens to play Basket-Ball. Score d2-8 in favor of Athens. “Cheer up Auburn, we'll beat ’em yet!” 1J. How do they manage it.' Who? Why Mr. McMullen and Miss lloppin. 15—Dorothy is like an alarm clock: when she’s wound up. she sure does go. 18. Soph-Freshie pep meeting this noon. 17—Yes, we must admit the Freshies and New Berlin won. Purely accidental tho. don’t cha know.' 20. Helen and Teddv are cuttin’ “Toofies” (Wisdom.) 21. The noteworthy Sangamos gave a Christmas Program Dec. 22 to Jan. d. 1921.—Vacation. JANUARY, 1921 4. Little Johnnie Johnson got sent to his seat the seventh period. 8. Junior Play, “.Miss Topsy Tur- vev. ’ ’ 7. Senior Girls and Divernon vic- torious. 10. Exams ! ! ! ! ? But no more cheating. 11. Lyceum. Id. Joke contest this morning. 14. Bill Murphy is handing out notices concerning “ Dishwater- 93 Coe Brothers Book Store COR. 5th AND MONROE ST . SPRINGFIELD SEND US YOUR ORDERS FOR Books, Stationery, School Supplies, Kodaks, Athletic Goods COMMENCEMENT GIFTS Billiard Pool-Hall Ice Cold Coca Cola Cigars and Tobacco All Kinds of Fancy Candies 5 and 10c Bar Goods a Specialty FANCY BOX CANDIES L. B. HOHIMER NEW ANDREWS CHATHAM, ILL. PHONE 51-3 94 Why T)idtvr T«e po 1 M __ 'Town T“- ,T .fSPJJIL • MAY Blondes” and Terry about “Peroxide blondes.” Does anyone know which one is Bernice. 15. Lincoln and Auburn at Auburn. Game unfinished. 18. The morning after the night before. Chloe can’t get to school and Babe goes to sleep seventh period. If). Cramming for finals. 20-21. Finals !!! 24. War! ! ! Cause? Basket ball. 27. Peace ! ! ! ! Cause? Dad? 28. The Illiolias exhibit their geniuses today in a program. 29. Auburn and Pawnee struggle on the home floor. “Three cheers for the “Subs.” Score in favor of Auburn. 81. Hurrah! The Basket Ball regulars are again in the field. FEBRUARY. 2. Explosion from above—Chem- istry Class. 3. All “niggers” are testing their vocal chords. 4-5. Tournament at Athens. Auburn comes in fourth. 8. Mr. Oldfield does a “land-of- fice” business today. The Seniors are the cause. 9. Last number of the Lyceum. 10. Newspaper headlines, “Jack Johnson marries a White woman.” 11. Best game of the season. Athens and Auburn with Auburn carrying off the colors!!!! 12. A grand free for all discus- sion of heaven in English Class. What is it? Where is it? 15. Chloe gently sits down and breaks the chair. 16. Dress rehearsal for the min- strel. 17. Minstrel! “Coons” delight everybody. 18. A Sensational journey to Paw- nee over the “Stop, Wait and Walk” Division of the C. and I. M. Close vic- tory for Auburn. 21. Another epidemic of chewing gum. 23. Question of the day. (It’s 95 Central Union Phone Main 2650 McAvoy Garage Day and Night Service Clarkson The only Garage on hard road in Chatham. Drug Co. Agent for Gardner and Mitchell Cars 229 South Sixth Street Used Cars sold. If in trouble call 67 and get quick service. Robert A. Clarkson, Proprietor, Tires and Auto Accessories of all kinds. Springfield, 111. Vesta Battery Station. Try the Auburn Candy Place Your Order Now For a Suit or Coat made to measure. Kitchen Newest Designs In All-Wool Fabrics. Now on Display For a Good Dish of Qual ty Tailoring insures that your suit will look right, wear right and give lasting satisfaction, if you go to HOME-MADE-ICE-CREAM J. Berkowitz, Joe Million ARTISTIC TAILOR AUBURN, ILL. 96 worrying Terry to a frazzle.) Is there mental and physical terror ? 24. Does Terry like to argue? Uh' Th’. 25. Sangamo Program. Did Auburn get (lillespie goat? Ill say. 28. Measles to right of them. Measles to left of them. Measles in front of them. Pimply and red. MARCH. I. Nothing—Cause? Everybody got the measles. 3. Babe—I got a Presto-lite Bat- tery in my Ford. Maree C.—Is that what makes it go so fast? 4. Victory for Waverly at Auburn. Senior Box Supper. 7. Time drags so heavily on the Freshies’ hands. Favorite pastime, “Playing Jacks in Math. Room. 8. More explosions from above. 9. The “Noble Old Carriage” (Babe’s Ford) has forsaken Chat- ham. 10. Off for the tournament. II. Most of them suddenly arrive back home. 15. Buss seems fond of Jackson- ville. 16. Likewise Albert seems to like the bed. 17. Terry and Nonie are usually held spell bound at play practice. 18. Cameras busy.' 21. Bernice, Esther and Marie are making a flower garden—John, Tom and Kirby are making a house. Rather high ideals, eh? 22. Notice—House to let. John, Tom and Kirby. 23. Announcement in Assembly —Seniors Pray for Class Dues. 24. Girl’s Track Team is busy. APRIL AND MAY. 1. Brown’s in Town. (No Joke Either.) 4. Marion Peile’s ideal motto— “Green but Ripening.” 5. Freshmen and Sophomores start a contest selling the “Country Gentleman.” Loser to stand expense of a party. 8. Girls of the Athletic Associa- tion expend their superfluous energy on a hike to Pawnee Bridge. 12. Come, watch the races on the high school track. Babe’s racer takes the prize. 15. Oratorical preliminaries. San- gamos again win the clip. 21. Contest started for champion Coquette and Worst Woman Hater. 22. Nonies favorite words are, ‘ ‘ elementerry, ” “ supplementerry, ‘ ‘ complementerry. 25. Preliminary Track Meet. Sophs win. 27. Hubert wliats the peculiar at- traction in the back row. 29. Big base ball game on High school diamond. Score 18-0 in favor of Springfield. May 1, Freshmen entertained the Sophs at a Hard-Times Party in the Gym, 3 Seniors part with a generous share of their bank account. Just a part of their funeral expenses. 5. County field meet at Pleasant Plains. Auburn hopes to win. 12. 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