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

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Senior C .ass Poem Each year brings forth its Senior Class, With all its pomp and grace; Their time is short, and they pass on, The next class takes its place. Before you now, with raptures high, The Class of ’22 With hearts so light and heads so high, Sing of the White and Blue. Thru four short, sweet, entrancing years, We’ve studied and we’ve played; And every effort we put forth, In knowledge was repaid. Now, as we pause and gaze about, What raptures do enthrall! Oh! happy hours and days we’ve spent Within thy sheltering walls. We’ve given you our best, Old School, And now we say “Good-bye;” Tho’ years divide, thoughts ne’er will part From you, Old Auburn High. —K. C. Senior C ass Histor i On Sept. 2, 1018 a band of fifty recruits entered the portals of the A. T. H. S. to obtain a training, which should enable them to sail life’s stormy seas in a more efficient manner. During our sojourn at this beloved school, we have tried to give her our very best in every field of activity. Members of our class have won county con- tests in both literary and musical events. In athletics we have won even greater distinction. Captains of football and basketball herald from our ranks. Humbler positions have been filled, with quite as much credit, by other members of the class. In baseball and track we have performed equally as well. As for dramatics our class plays speak for themselves. Through our past struggles, joy and sorrow have both been encountered. School parties, weiner roasts and other social functions have left memories of good times that will always be remembered. Interscholastic games have given us pleasures and experiences that will be treasured long. Our severest shock 17

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CAT 11ER INC R EG AN—‘ ‘ K AT Y ’ ’ “She is not merely good,— She is good for something.” TEDDY SKAGGS—“TEDDY” “Life is a jest and all tilings show it, I thought so once, and now I know it.” LOTT 1E ENGERT—‘ ‘ LOT ’ ’ “This little girl is so jolly, so witty and gay, That deep-brewed trouble never comes her way.” WALTER BRITT IN—“ DOC” “Six weeks exams! Oh, what a fright! I can’t have a date Till Friday night!” CECIL CROUSE—“SI SI L” “Quiet, kind and admirable, Friendly, sweet, and capable.”

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has been the forced absence of Dorothy Barbee, who during our first three years, was one of our foremost leaders and a human dynamo of pep and cheer. Her recent death lias cast its pall of gloom over the class. Toward the school itself we have been loyal and true. Good teamwork and united efforts have brought us victory in contests with other classes. Factional strife has found no place among our ranks. In the classroom we have put forth our best efforts and we feel that much has been gained to aid us in later life. We have worked hard on our “Oracle” and we hope that it will carry a mes- sage which shall breathe the spirit of the class of ’22. We are now ready to launch forth upon life’s cruise, a band of 25 expe- rienced sailors. Before us lies a broad future but we face it fearlessly, since our past four years have fitted us, either to mingle with the busy world or to go on to higher educational fields. In either channel we hope to acquit ourselves with credit and honor. JOHN I. MASTERSON. C ass U?i We, the class of 1922, of the Auburn Township High School, while in our right mind and being of the required age, find it necessary, because of the un- certainty of life and the sure certainty of death, to arrange our business affairs before entering into the troubles and hard knocks of the vast world. We do hereby make, and publish this our last will and testament, declaring all former wills null and void. Item. It is our wish to be honored with a funeral service, conducted by the Junior Class, who most desire our departure. Item. For the pallbearers we desire the members of the faculty, who loved us so well. Item. For the minister we request Carl McGlothlin. Item. We desire our casket to be draped in our High School colors, navy blue and white, together with our class flower, the red rose, and each student to wear the Senior colors, red and white. Item. When we are buried, and the songs, “I Hate to Work on Monday,” and ”I’d Like to Be a Soldier,” have been sung by the assembly, we desire Miss Rice to sing the following songs for the remaining classes, for the Freshman Class, “Hush-a-bye My Baby;” for the Sophomores, “They Always Pick on Us;” and for the Junior Class, “If I Oidv Had a Beau.” Item. Furthermore, we request that Robert Lewis shall render on his cornet “Please Go Away and Let Us Sleep.” It is then our wish that there be no more mourning in spirit or in dress. Item. To the faculty we bequeath a complete reference list of rules, and a vivid picture of Utopia; the latter, that their present idea of perfection may re- main intact, and the former, to save them long hours of thought and meditation, in case further measures are needed to maintain it. Item. To the Junior class, we leave our dear, loving class adviser, Miss Spencer, hoping you will appreciate her as much as we have during the past year. 18