Avon High School - Boomerang Yearbook (Avon, IL)

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 Slip Ulumnrrann m .......—■♦ D Sadie: (looking into telescope) I seem to be teaching something Latin, I guess, but everyone seems to be talking in a language I can’t understand. May: Then I’m sure it’s Latin. Mr. Reeve: (glancing at clock) Our time is getting short so we’ll have to hurry. Edith, you may come next. What do you see? Edith: I’m having an awful time, running around to luncheons and clubs and lectures. But I don’t know what it means. Mr. Reeve: (slightly provoked) Think! You can all reason these things out if you only use a little head woik. What does it mean? (pause) Class? Class: (in unison) That she’s a modern woman. Mr. Reeve: To be sure! Eula! Eula: (peering into the instrument) Oh, I see lots of white things jumping about in a line. And there’s a great big white thing bobbing about in front. Mr. Reeve: And what are your conclusions? Eula: I don’t know, I’m sure. Lester: (in loud whisper) Ghosts! Mr. Reeve: (paying no attention to Lester) Doris? Doris: That Eula is conducting a class in Greek dancing. Mr. Reeve: Of course! Lester! Lester: (after pause) I’m standing before the Justice of the Peace. I must be arrested or something, (pause) And there’s a lady standing by me! Class roars with laughter) Mr. Reeve: (smiling) You’d better look again. Perhaps you’re getting married. Lester: (obeying instructions) Why the justice is Maude! (looks again) And the lady is Doris! ! ! (collapses with joy) Doris: (blushing) Oh, this is so sudden! (bell rings) Mr. Reeve: Only five minutes so we’ll have to hurry. Howard, next. Howard: (looking) I’m writing something -sport news, I guess. Mr. Reeve: Correct so far, but go on. Auto racing, baseball, prize fighting or what? Howard: Auto racing, I suppose, because I see an automobile coming amid a cloud of dust, (silence) Whoopie! it’s a “Douglas Racer.” Mr. Reeve: Yes, to be sure. And what do you conclude from that? Howard: That Doug is a great automobile manufacturer. Mr. Reeve: All right. Edna! Edna: I’m sitting in a cozy little living room demonstrating cosmetics to some- body. Why it’s Celeste. Mr. Reeve: Go on. Is that all? Edna: Celeste is apologizing for a wierd whistle that comes from the next room. I guess she married a Whisler. Mr. Reeve: Quite true. Next, Eileen. Eileen: This old thing must not be working right. I see Irene working at a can- vas—and there is Florence posing for her but I’m not there. Mr. Reeve: Oh, yes you are. Look again, closely. Eileen: Oh, yes, over in the other end of the room. I seem to be coaching a play or something. Mr. Reeve: That is precisely what you are doing. May! (bell rings imperatively) Mr. Reeve: Class is excused. Class: That’s not fair; May has to perform the experiment too. Verne: Oh that isn’t necessary. We all know she’ll be an old maid school ma’am. MAY YEOMAN, ’22.

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 CThr Sonmrrang izxprrimrnt 52 Scene: Laboratory of Avon Community High. Time: May 9, 1922. Dramatis Personae: Mr. Reeve, instructor; Members of Class of ’22. Act I. Discovered: Seniors seated about tables fingering apparatus, as usual. Mr. Reeve: Today we have our last laboratory experiment in Physics No. 52, I believe it is. Now read your instructions carefully before you begin. (A few min- utes of silence in which class feverishly reads the experiment.) Mr. Reeve: Now everyone give me his attention for a few minutes while I ex- plain this apparatus. It is a very powerful telescope which enables us to see into the future. So far as I know it is the only instrument of its kind in existence. Be very careful when you manipulate the lever which adjusts the lens because the mech- anism is very delicate and the least little jar might destroy our chances of seeing into the future. Doris (aside): That means you, Verne. Verne: Now Doris, shut up. Doris (still in whisper): You better go last, Verne, so that it won’t make any difference if you did break it. It would be a shame to spoil the last day by not break- ing something. (Verne contemplates Doris in silence, trying to think of a fitting re- ply)- Mr. Reeve: Now everyone must tell just what he sees and what conclusions he draws. Since we have only one set of apparatus each one will have to come sepa- rately. Verne, you may perform the experiment first. Verne: (rising and slowly approaching telescope) Aw, they always pick on me. (looks) Oh, boy! Mr. Reeve: (anxiously) What do you see? Verne: A row of pretty girls kneeling before me. Mr. Reeve: And what are your conclusions? Verne: Gosh, I only wish I knew. Mr. Reeve: (smiling) You need not be alarmed. It simply means that you will be an eloquent evangelist. Nettie! Nettie: (looking through lens) I see myself playing in a great concert and some- body is singing. I don’t know who it is. Mr. Reeve: Look more closely. You surely know him. Nettie: Raymond! ! ! (faints). (Much commotion until she is revived.) Raymond: No wonder she fainted! Mr. Reeve: Vera! (Vera looks in telescope) What do you see? Vera: (rubbing lens and looking again) It’s funny, but I can’t see anything but a mark. Howard: Well, isn’t that enough? Mr. Reeve: Philip, next, (pause) What do you see? Philip: There’s a man at a table working on some kind of device. I don’t know what it i$. Lester: If he’s working, Phil, then it surely isn’t you. Mr. Reeve: Oh, yes, it is Philip and he’s a great inventor. But don’t you recog- nize the invention? Think! It’s something you need very badly, (pause.) Why an automatic thinker, of course! Sadie!

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me ihr Snnmrrang Q o East IBill nnh (Irstamrut nf thr (Class nf '22 E, the exalted Senior Class of Avon Community High School, being of leasonably sound mind in spite of all evidence to the contrary, and real- izing that we have lived our allotted time in these hails of knowledge and that therefore we are about to depart from the blissful state of , desire the disposal of our valuable effects to be in accordance with this, our last will and testament. First—To those who remain behind, we bestow our superior intellectual ability, our amiable dispositions, and our delightful manners, to be held in trust by our mutual friend, the Janitor, and doled out in small portions when needed. Second We, as a class, give to any student who wishes to avail himself of the opportunity, the privilege of taking any subject for as many consecutive years as the faculty deems best. Third—-I, Eula Botkin, do leave to Dorothy Nessel my executive ability, fliita- tiousness, and coy little ways. Fourth I, Vera Brandt, do bestow upon Ronald Hectorne, the power to hit the Mark, providing that he pick her up after she falls for him. Fifth—I, Verne Conway, do give and bequeath to William Carroll my position of honor at the right hand of all teachers in the study hall. Sixth—I, Florence Day, do will and impart my gentle disposition and habit of direct obedience to my freshman sister, Orel. Seventh—I, Rollin K. Douglass, Treas. A. C. H. S. A. A., Treas. Class of ’22, B. B. manager. Business Mgr. of “Boomerang,” and Gen. Mgr. of everything else, do leave to Klaus Nordgren my esteemed position as holder of the above offices, with the confident hope that he may fill the position with credit. Eighth—I, Raymond Drake, do hereby will my unexhausted scientific knowledge, and my privilege of sleeping during school hours to the Right Honorable Arthur Gillette. Ninth—I, Sadie Kreps, grant to Lucille Bell my right to sit at the head table in Physics class. Tenth—I, Nettie Mills, do hereby bequeath my quiet ways to certain noisy Juniors, trusting that the acquisition of the above-mentioned quality will increase their popularity with the faculty. Eleventh—I, Edith Pool, do impart to Anna Gray my “gift of gab.” Twelfth—I, Eileen Spurgeon, do will and bequeath my popularity to any Sopho- more girl who is clever enough to retain it. Thirteenth—I, Irene Spurgeon, do bestow upon Corinne Yeoman my artistic abil- ity, in order that she may be my successor as official school artist. Fourteenth I, Doris Sundberg, in conjunction with my constant companion, Vera, do hereby bequeath our favorite expressions—“Oh, you darn fool!,” “Hot Dog!” and “Oh, blooey!”—to Douglas Spenser, that he may acquire the ability to converse in- telligently when occasion demands. Fifteenth—I, Philip Sundberg, do leave to Darwin Dallefeid a round-trip ticket to Prairie City, non-transferable and void except on Sunday evenings, in the hopes that he may develop my Monday morning yawn and perpetual bad cold to serve as an alibi. Sixteenth I, Howard Tatman, do transfer my book on “Successful Yell-leading” to William Carroll, empowering him to lend it to all others desiring to fill this po- sition of fame. (Continued on page 26) school life