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

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 wwtww j CLASS WILL We, the class of 1925. Auburn Township High School, Auburn, Sanga- mon County, State of Illinois, knowing that our days in Auburn High School are numbered and fearing that our wonderful accomplishing powers and achievements will be confiscated if not accurately provided for, do unselfishly will, as a whole, the following: F'irst, to the Faculty—Our unestimated reasoning powers, our good wishes for the future with many good nights of sleep to make up for some of the lost ones that were spent for our benefit. Second, to the Junior Class—Our stand-in with Miss Johnson, with the excuse that we have Senior Class meeting so we can’t stay after school, also all of our extra credits so they won’t have to study so hard to get Civics. Third, to the Sophomore Class—Our Class Spirit, also our Caesar and Geometry books. Fourth, to the Freshmen Class—Our pep and knowledge gained in A. H. S. Fifth, to the Oracle staff of 1926 the Staff of ’25 bequeaths the grey hairs and the many wrinkles attained from this year of worry over the ever-lasting phrase—“Now this absolutely must be in by March 2d.” Individual, bequests are made as follows: I, Helen Christopher bequeath my dictionary of slang to Tony Bonchi. I, Estelle Steele bequeath my book “How to Grow Thin” to Howard Brasfield provided he uses it to a good advantage. I, Hugh Geddes will my credit in English IV to Emil Leonard. I, Velma McGinnis bequeath my low heeled slippers to Gladys Laird so Gladys can walk nearer to the ground. I, Mildred Jones bequeath my art of writing love stories to Bonnie Carr. I, Thelma Baker bequeath my “line of lingo” to Mr. McCormick since he gets paid for his line. I, Paul Ingels bequeath my bottle of sheik oil to Bill Skaggs. I, Klare Nuckolls bequeath my privilege of writing on the black- board in Civics to Edison Riggs. I, Celia Barbee bequeath my sheba hair cut to Mayme Duffy. She in turn can will it to Dorothy when she is through with it. I, Robert Ernst bequeath my popularity among the girls to Raymond Hart. I, Sam Stout bequeath my “long lingering kisses” (in English) to Ralph Samples. Ralph isn’t old enough to know about them yet. Nineteen

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 SENIOR CLASS HISTORY On September 12, 1921, we were called from our pursuit of pleasures and fancies, to the fact that our long-strived for goal and ambition, of be- ing a high school student, has been reached. We entered upon our high school career seventy strong, the largest class that had yet entered this institution. Mr. Carlson gave us into the care of Miss Bess Patton—never was any class luckier—and we started out to show this school that we were here. But after the first day—well you know how it is when one is only a poor freshman. Our grade school record was proven in this year by our achievements in athletic, musical, and literary activities. Surely none could have acquitted themselves bet- ter than we. By the close of the year we had discovered that although speech may be silver, silence is golden for a Freshman. In the fall of 1922, full of confidence, and sure of our ground we en- tered our Sophomore year lacking twenty-five of our original number. With Professor Barts heading the faculty and Miss Hoppin to steady us in our climb to fame we considered ourselves very fortunate indeed. We would never allow any former record to remain unbroken, so our boys and girls shone in all athletic, social, and scholarly activities as no other class had done. The year drew to a close leaving us another rung higher on the ladder of success and the coming year shining brightly before us. Who was this august personage whom we met on entering our third year? Ah! We were informed that it was none other than Professor Davis, who was to guide the school through the year. As advisor we were given our beloved English teacher, Miss Adams, assisted by Miss Albinson. Who could have been more ably managed? The one great even in our Juni- or year was the Banquet to the Class of 1924. Our last year—prolong it as long as we may—it is yet too short. Again led by our silent commander Professor Davis we entered the year, depleted in numbers from the forty we had last year to twenty-eight. Yet it is said that the best things are done up in small packages and we are here to prove it. For when has there been a class as that of ’25, or one as strong on all sides and phases of High School life? Many have thought us erratic and unsteady at times, but we have proven ourselves and we do not think that we would be found wanting if tested in the bal- ances. Our honor has been upheld in every way. We are prepared to fol- low the path of success wherever it shall lead. We are filled with joy on looking back over the happy days that have been ours during our High School years and it is with vague regret that we see it all coming to a close. But we are uplifted by the knowledge that, no matter where we go or what our occupation be, we shall always be welcome at our old school, which takes pride in all that is done by those whom it has held within its halls. Vincent O’Leary.

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[£ ZPJFC 3 C ;■ : ' « , . 7i K Ji s; :v i:!Wi! YF..: I, Helen Suydan bequeath my permanent curls to Helen Moon. I, Mayme Harnly bequeath my Ford to Garfield Lee so he can give his pony a ride to school. I, Janet McMurdo bequeath my violin to John Lindner. Perhaps he can make more noise with two than with one. I, Mabel Merriam bequeath my modest way to Tilly Dolenc. I, Gertrude Leudke bequeath my blushes to Joseph Clemens. Joseph can use them when looking over on the girls’ side. I, Loretta McLaughlin bequeath my talent as a poet to the Seniors of 1926 so Miss Johnson won’t waste her time and energy on “preaching” poetry. I, Vincent O’Leary bequeath my Senior Ring to Geneva Studebaker so she can look at it when not at orchestra practice. I, Norman Stout bequeath my physical strength to Mary Lorton be- cause the weaker sex should not be represented in Congress because they cannot carry sacks of sugar. I. John Carlino bequeath my bashfulness to Lowry Clark. I, Ada Masterson bequeath my shiny nose to Julia Codron. “What ever would happen if Julia’s nose was shiny? Oh horrors!” I, Frances Comerford bequeath my power of bluffing to Mary Hart. I, Eunice Foster will my basketball arts to Eva Hamm. The Seniors next year will surely be all-stars. I, James Murphy bequeath my job as Art Editor on the Staff to Oscar Kolar (Jim is glad to get rid of it). We, Charles and Harry Irwin bequeath our good pond for skating (in the winter of course) to anyone who can skate or who otherwise owns some good shock absorbers. And lastly, I, Wilbur Alexander bequeath my wonderful memory to anyone that needs it. We appoint the Junior Class as executors of this, our last will and testament and hereby fix our seal at the Auburn Township High School on this, the 29th day of May in the year of our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-five. Witnesses: Senior Class of 1925 Class Lawyer, Thelma Baker, Wilbur Alexander Celia Barbee Paul Ingels