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

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Jy IlYi . y J | i iliumminiHuiHiniiiminnnninuininHiuninnmnniiimmmniinnnnmuuut Our History On the third of September, 1923, eighty-three Freshmen began their career in the A. T. H. S. We were the largest class yet enrolled in the school, larger in numbers, ambition and accomplishment. At once we or- ganized, electing Mr. H. C. Torreyson and Miss Albinson as class advisors, and Lowry Clark, President. We chose yellow and white for our class colors, and the motto, “Up and Coming,” which was much relied on throughout the year. As Sophomores we started the year right by electing Jacquelin William- son as President. This year we were confident of success,—success in finan- cial, athletic and school affairs. At the end of the year we had gained even the highest of our ambitions, but not without hard work and class spirit. Our Junior year proved many things; the capability of our class advisor, Mr. Torreyson, the capability of the members, in athletic events, in studies, in the success of the play “Adam and Eve,” in good taste which was shown at the Junior Senior Banquet, and in our wonderful organization and co- operation. Also we started something new, we organized a class cabinet con- sisting of six members. They were to carry on the business affairs of the class. At last we are Seniors, we have the respect of the freshies, and the good will of the teachers, but, on the other hand, we are nearly through with all the cares and joys of High School. We have struggled very hard to keep our record clean, to work for the school in every way possible, and to uphold the standard of honesty and loyalty throughout our career. Through the untiring efforts of Mr. Torreyson we have won through the final year, flushed with success. F. W. H. Twenty-One

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ORACLI Prophecy It was during our Senior year that my friend Helen and I were attending a street fair together. Helen had been to so many that I think that she was being bored, but I like adventure of almost any description, and I was plainly enjoying myself. We were passing the numerous stands and tents, until one in particular attracted my attention. I said, “Oh. look at that peculiar man! Let’s rush over and see what he is advertising. Helen complied, and I found, to my secret enjoyment, that he was a hypnotizer. I said. “Let’s go in and be hypnotized.” She was very reluctant, but finally consented to do so. We paid as we entered, and the man stepped in and closed the flap behind him. He had such queer eyes and he looked so oddly at me that it made me shiver. He sat me down in a chair that had deep cushions, and he made me meet his eyes. He asked me what sort of a vision I wanted to sec. I said I would like to see the members of the Senior Class of ’27 of the Auburn High School, ten years hence. He then rubbed my eyes and chanted in a soft musical undertone. I felt myself gently leaving the beautiful light of the sunshiny day and falling into a depths that were yet unknown. The next thing I knew I seemed to be drifting along near some large seaport. I could see the steamers coming and leaving. As I was wondering which of my classmates I should meet first, I saw a tall, well-dressed man carrying two huge suitcases. I was wondering just what occupation this man could be engaged in, or if he had one, when he turned around. To my complete surprise and wonder, I saw that it was Joe Kostulski. He immediately recognized me, as I had not changed very much. I found out that Joe was not married and that he had taken up missionary work. He was about to depart for China on the steamer, which was then leaving San Francisco. He said he had not found his ideal, but hadn’t given up hope. The gangplank was just about to be drawn up. so Joe had to run. He waved good-bye and I wished him good luck. The next thing I recollect. I was walking along a street, and rather warm. There were people going along dressed in light clothes. I saw quite a few faces that I knew that I had seen before, and yet could not place them. And then it came to me that they were movie stars and that I had seen them in the movies. There were Norma Talinadge, Gloria Swanson, Charlie Chaplin. Will Rodgers, Thomas Meighan, Pola Negri, and who else? Why, there was Jackie Coogan. It seemed they were all out on parade. I knew then that I was in Hollywood. Next in line were—who do you suppose? Helen Dodds and Sid Johnson, arm in arm. They were both looking good, and when they saw me they came over and began to talk. I learned that Helen was playing the leading role in “The Flirt and had another picture in the making. She was on the road to stardom. And Sid said that after Rudolph Valentino died, all the girls mourned for him so, he made his vows then and there that he would take Valentino’s place, and was making good his threat. He was starred in “The Arab,” that all the girls were going wild over. Helen and Sid wanted to take me to lunch, but I declined, saying that I had other people I wanted to see. I found myself next in Yuma, Arizona. A booted and spurred man rode up to me and asked me if I would like to visit a club with him that afternoon. As it was not the custom to be introduced in that country, and as I liked the looks of the young man. I accepted the invitation, and he helped me up beside his horse. We rode up in front of a long, low building which had the “4H Club” printed in huge letters on the outside. We entered, and there at a large desk was Roy Burnett. I knew that he had always been interested in calf clubs and was glad to see that he had become sponsor and advisor for a 2D 32 7 T t’nly-T qvo