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

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Item. To the Sophomore class we leave our “Stand-in with the faculty.” Item. To the Freshman class we leave the Seniors’ pep and push. Item. I, Blanche Snell, give my permanent hair wave to Ada Masterson. Item. I, John Masterson, bequeath my popularity and good grades to Opal Sutton. Item. I, Helen Murphy, leave my seat in the English and History classes to Susanne Mulcahy, trusting she will look after the welfare of the Irish. Item. I, George Mehr, wish to give my chewing gum to Bessie Miller. Item. I, Cecil Crouse, leave my memorandum to Miss Patton, with the hope that she will remember her birthday. Item. I, Ralph Easley, gladly leave all my earthly possessions to Edna Fry Item. I, Ruth Knox, give my precious lamb to the girl who will take the best care of him. Item. I, Ray Nuckols, leave my ready-made excuse book to Albert Hart. Item. I, Violet Stevens, leave my frivolous ways to Helen Christopher. Item. I, Teddy Skaggs, leave my vanity to Ray Brooks. Item. I, Goldie Suydan, bequeath my ability, as Editor-in-chief of the Oracle, to the Junior getting the job next year. Item. I, Elizabeth Brunk, bequeath my basket-ball ability to Lena Caccia- tori. Item. I, Adella Bigler, gladly leave my specks to Claire Nuckolls, so she can read the sign “Five dollars fine! Keep off the grass.” Item. I, Harold Williams, seeing his distressing need, do hereby bequeath my stature to Austin Van Doren. Item. I, Kathryn Clarke, having no material possessions with which I wish to part, do leave a word of sympathy and encouragement to any one who has need of it. Item. I, Catherine Regan, do hereby bequeath to Otis Miller, the mud from my buggy wheels, hoping that next year the roads will be a little drier. Item. I, Virginia Clark, leave my ability to peddle noise about the halls to Perry Lorton. Item. 1, Ruby Crafton, do hereby leave my dainty step to Rose Shields. Item. I, Floyd Harris, do leave my affable manners and pleasant smile to Norman Stout. Item. I, Lottie Engert, do leave my reserved dignity to Carl Cline. Item. I, Hubert Hatcher, bequeath my evergrowing appetite to Mr. Carlson. Item. I, Minnie Parrish, leave my ability in playing the part of an old woman in plays to Edna White. Item. I, Walter Brittin, bequeath my penmanship to Miss Ehnbom with the hope that she will improve. Item. I, Orville Fry, by request of Miss Spencer, do take my paper-wad shooter with me. Item. I, Mervin Foster, gladly give my pompadour to John Carlino. Item. All our other earthly possessions we bequeath to be used as prizes at any future carnivals. Lastly, we do hereby name and appoint Charles Morrison, president of the Sophomore class, with the assistance of his cohorts, as executor of this our last 19

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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

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will and testament, unto which we subscribe our names and affix our seals this 24th day of May, 1922. Blanche Snell Adella Bigler Mervin Foster Ray Nuckols George Mehr Virginia Clark Cecil Crouse Ralph Easley Violet Stevens Ruby Crafton Harold Williams Minnie Parrish John Masterson Kathryn Clarke Orville Fry Catherine Regan Elizabeth Brunk Floyd Harris Goldie Suydan Ruth Knox Teddy Skaggs Helen Murphy Hubert Hatcher Walter Britt in Lottie Engert Prophecy True to the old adage that “A bad penny always returns,” I found myself in 1942 coming back to my old home. The twenty years had brought about such a change in the city of Auburn that it is no wonder 1 got lost in the outskirts of the city. After realizing my predicament I decided to inquire the direction of the business district. The first person 1 met was a small boy to whom I put the question, ‘‘Which way is the square from here, sonny?” lie glanced up at me and then stared. “Square?” he repeated, “What do you mean?” “I mean the down town district.” I explained. “Oh, its down that way,” he indicated with his thumb. “Only that’s the first time 1 ever heard that name for it.” I thanked him and took a street car in the direction he had guided me. Soon the car was passing between long rows of large buildings. The streets were noisy and crowded with people and traffic. Here I alighted and going to a newstand on a corner, purchased a paper. A glance over the first page gave me quite a surprise. It was The Auburn Citizen, but how it had grown ! Beneath the name was printed “Central Illinois Greatest Semi-daily.” And then came the real surprise. The next thing I read was— “Editor—John I. Masterson.” Glancing up at the buildings near by, I found that I was standing nearly in front of the Citizen office. I could scarcely wait until I got into the building. I was shown into the office where a short, dark man of large girth and thick little moustache worked over a pile of papers. He knew me at once and our talk lasted over a considerable length of time. 1 rom him I learned that Ray Nuckols still lived in Auburn and was directed to his place of business. It turned out to be a large shop where he sold Ford cars. He seemed to have changed very little in his comical ways and carefree disposition. However he proved his salesmanship to me, and before I left I had bought a Ford car with flying attachments, so that it could easily be converted into an airship. As I did not know much about it, he went out with me to teach me the work- ings of the machine. As we were driving through town we came in view of a group of large buildings only recently erected. When I asked what they were, he told me that they belonged to a hospital and orphans’ home. 20