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

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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

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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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 .5353C . . 5jy05 S3! 5M? ?]!K?35-?5SjjZ£S 5Jt 2$jgyrej jj ’„;;; '.;;;;;;; •.;;; CLASS PROPHECY I had recently been talking to my former class-mate Vincent O’Leary who now- is a great scientist. He was telling me of a substitute for gaso- line that never ran out. I had my doubts, but it must be remembered that Vincent has done great things in science, and so I believed that it could be done. He wanted me to try it in a world flight and I agreed after a contract was signed. A special plane was built with large places for provisions, but no provisions. I wished to set the county record for the encircling flight and so I started off on the fly. I got as far as St. Louis where I ran out of the substitute. I already began to feel that the substitute wouldn’t work, but I again filled the tank and stayed in St. Louis aw'hile. I w'ent into a large billiard room and the players were mostly women. I began to like billiards better than ever and asked for the owner. Just then Loretta McLaughlin came up. I asked if she played and she replied that she owned the (shop) billiard parlor. I immediately challenged her to a game and due to the great ease that I missed the shots, she won. I then had to buy drinks for the house. 1 didn’t like that part so much and soon left with a substitute tank full of substitute. I was flying low' w'hen I came to Omaha. Nebraska. I remembered the stock-yards there and decided that this wrould be a good place to stop, I was visiting the cows when one of them stepped on my foot. I wras rushed to the Nichols Senn Hospital where a doctor dressed my foot with a dress. Klare Nuckolls soon came to the room and said she had heard of my injury and asked howr I happened there. After telling her of my trip she informed me that I was a good one to try substitutes on. I agreed. I stayed awdiile but had to leave because the substitute was evaporating. I didn’t think much of the substitutes. I took my last look at U. S. in Hollywood. There I met the famous movie star Wib Alexander. He had now’ growrn taller and had lost none of his good looks. He explained the hard life of a movie star to me and I pitied him. I stayed with him until evening and then left as the sun was leaving so I wouldn’t get lost in the dark. When the sun stopped, I stopped and sometimes before. I happened to stop one evening before the sun did and landed on the Isle of Yap. To my great surprise I found Norman Stout an inhabitant. From his very looks I could tell he was a prominent Yap. When we talked he told me howr he was stranded on this isle but the tale is to sad to relate here. He told me he wras unanimously chosen King of the Yaps and he liked it now; Norman is a full grown man now and I’ve heard it said he was the biggest Yap on the island. The next day I left Norman on the island w’hile he w as happy and while the sun would go with me. The trip w'as so enjoyable I didn’t stop till I came to Japan. And there the first person I ran into was a Japanese, and so was the Twenti -one