Avon High School - Boomerang Yearbook (Avon, IL)

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ahr Unamrratm Qi-----t-W ' - ---1 mff sm ■■■ • - --CM; -—■ C S’nttnr (tlaae fflill--liJ21 E, the Seniors of the Avon Community High School, realizing that W3 are nearing the end of our High School life, but being of sound mind and memory, in spite of tendencies toward “Caput Magnum” in the past, ordain and declare this to be our Last Will and Testament. First- We order and direct that our Executor, hereinafter named, give our surplus knowledge, to be distributed equally among the Juniors, Sophomores and Freshmen. Second We, as a class, give and bequeath to the Juniors, our place of honor and dignity at the head of the school, as well as our unexcelled behaviour, delightful personalities and sweet dispositions Third We, as a class, give and bequeath to the Freshmen the right to stand in the hall and talk “nihil” until the very last gong sounds. Fourth We, Pauline Niece and Ruby Jennings, do give and bequeath our intel- lectual ability to all needy Juniors. Fifth I, Clifford Wall, give and bequeath to certain Sophomore boys the privilege of conversing with certain Freshman girls after school. Sixth I, Esther Young, give and bequeath to Avon High my teacher’s pension (when I get it), for the purpose of buying style books, so that the High School girls may be dressed in the proper fashion. Seventh I, Forrest Townsend, do give to Howard Tatman my position as sup- posed head of physics class. Eighth -I, Floyd Bivens, do hereby give to Eugene Wall a portion of my height to be added in small sections daily. Ninth I, Frances Wise, do give and bequeath to Naomi Pittman my wonderful vocabulary. Tenth—I, Charles Hubble, give my right to go with Bushnell girls to anyone who wishes to avail himself of such an opportunity. Eleventh I, Pauline Neice, do give and bequeath to the Sophomores my right to chew gum in Modern History Class. Twelfth I, Ruby Jennings, do give and bequeath to any Junior my right to sit at the head of the table in the laboratory. Lastly, we make, constitute and appoint Howard Tatman to be executor of this, our last Will and Statement, and guardian of the Juniors, and their vast possessions of knowledge and wit, hereby requesting and directing that no surety be required on his hand as executor or guardian. In witness whereof, we have hereto subscribed our names this nineteenth day of April, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-one. This instrument was, on the day of this date signed by the said testators, Sen- iors, to be their Last Will and Testament, in the presence of us, who at their re- quest have subscribed our names therein as witnesses, in their presence, and in the presence of each other. (SEAL) RUBY JENNINGS. CHARLES HUBBLE.

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(ihr finnmrrmui --—1------------------------------------- { m J=====4- C Ninrtmt ffimtirrii iFmiij-mtr HATS the use?” I exclaimed impatiently, thrusting my manuscript into a pigeon-hole of my desk, on the morning of May 30, 1941. For fifteen years I had been in Paris, writing that horrible trash society calls liter- ature. On this particular morning the atmosphere was moist and sultry, not in the least conductive to inspiration. 1 had been trying for an hour to find the exact word for my hero to speak. With a long sigh I glanced upward. What should meet my gaze but the picture of the class of ’21, of dear Avon High. This set me to thinking. Why had I given up my youth, my happiness, and above all, good old America, for this hollow success? 1 had been early inspired to come to Europe to seek literary fame. My trashy novels, so inferior to my ideals, were raved over by the foolish public. I was worth almost a million dollars. Why should I stay longer away from home and friends? “I won’t!” I informed myself, impulsively. Three weeks later found me in America. I landed in New York, in the early af- ternoon. That evening I met my first surprise, of that week of surprises, when 1 went to American Grand Opera. The program was wholly made up of music com- posed by Mr. Harry F. Townsend, with words by Mr. Floyd Bivens. The program was also rendered by these two successful! artists. When the opera came to a close, 1 went to congratulate them on their work. I learned that they had been collabor- ating for five years, and made engagements only in New York and Chicago. The next evening I decided to visit the Jennice institute. A glaring electric sign “Art and Dramatics conducted by Jennings and Niece” greeted me. Almost at once I thought of Ruby Jennings and Pauline Niece, my former classmates. Before I inspected the work of this school I renewed acquaintance with these very worthy women. I found before I left that Ruby was still that amiable girl, grown famous In dramatics and that Pauline had not left her sense of humor in her paint brush. While returning to my hotel I witnessed a dreadful accident, which involved the killing of a child, the son of very wealthy Catholic parents, who wished to have the careless taxi-driver tried for murder. Of course I was called upon to be a witness. 1 found one of the judges to be Mr. Charles Hubble, another member of that fam- ous class which graduated from Avon Community High in ’21. Because I was impressed by the death of the child, I decided to attend the fu- neral. When the priest began to speak his voice seemed hauntingly familiar. Finally upon inquiry I learned that it was Clifford Wall. After the services were over I renewed acquaintance with the former champion gumchewer of the class of ’21. He was very proud to inform me that he had had charge of that church for the past ten years. This was the last day I should spend in New York before returning to my home in Illinois. While changing cars in Galesburg, I met Frances Wise, who informed me that she was the dean in a girls’ school in San Francisco. I congratulated her up- on her success in life, and she said, “now tell me of yourself.” I related to her the facts that have been previously stated, and as the train whistled for Avon, I add- ed, “I guess I’m the Rip Van Winkle of the class, but I slept for only fifteen' years.” By ESTHER YOUNG 3 $ 14 fcsi samg)

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ahr Smimrramj Q ------‘mt-r--------- --------—op tEltr iFiual (final By FRANCES WISE Through all these years we’ve followed paths of learning, To train our minds, our bodies, and our souls, And earnestly our hearts were ever yearning Toward Graduation Day, to us the final goal. At last has come this day of great achievement. One course is ended but we must begin anew, For with our saddened partings and bereavement Ideals of new endeavor come to view. Avon High has given us her blessing. Her word and seal are fixed upon our minds; She gives us light and power for new progressing, She leads us on, a worthy task to find. And though our work in other fields we follow, And feet and thought may go in other ways, Our hearts shall fly, as homeward flies the swallow, Back to the joys of dear old High School days. Q i 16