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

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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

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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

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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.