Avon High School - Boomerang Yearbook (Avon, IL)

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M4I The Boomerang 141 O i'Q But thou hast more than this can buy Won by busy mind and eye,— Tis outward, to a world unknown Senior Man, that thou must ko. TOPSY A D EVA I 1 1» 9 4 9 Class Prophecy A LI. right. Sure no one wants to change their slips?” questioned Mister Reeve, and as no one spoke he raised his arm and threw a common glass bottle, carefully sealed, into the depths of Spoon River. This bottle contained twentv-four pieces of paper upon each of which was written the secret ambition of one member of the class of ’26. The bottle was starting on its long journey, none of us knowing its destipv. The scene now shifts to an isolated shore in Africa, a splendid site for a future city, where two much-fatigued men are toiling in the burning sun. “Well, we ll soon be done and then good old home for me—back to old Avon 1 will go.” After a bit. “Ken, for crimp’s sake, capture that bottle over there. It’s shining in my eyes. How can I sleep?” The second man walks to the annoying object, and picking it up, an exclamation of surprise breaks from him as memory carries him to a shore, much cooler than this, where he had stood ten years before with his classmates. Hurrying back to his friend, his conclusions are confirmed by his friend. The bottle is soon broken open, letting the time stained slips fall upon the shores of Africa after a ten year voyage. The men eagerly started upon the pile of notes, although a feeling of guilt rebukes them. Ken, “Oh. look Bert, yours is first. Shall I read it? No? Oh. yes I will. now. This is good. ‘I want to be more than anything else, a noted lecturer and dramatic professor.’ Ha! Ha! That goes well with civil engineering. What would you lecture to here, baboons? Ha! Ha! I must say that is funny.” This is sarcasm. “Wait a moment. Here's yours. Listen! ‘I’m going to put Flo Zeigfield out of the lime-light with my Follies!’ There what’s better than that? You’re surveying all right, but not what you hoped to be. Ken. “Oh shut up.” And, as war is near, they delve into the secrets of others. Bert, “Here is Helen’s wish. Very simple—‘I’m going to be a nurse;’ and now Helen’s secretary to the president of the United States. Whose is that you have there?” Ken, “It looks like Corliss’ writing. Let’s ee what he wrote. ‘I’m going to be a farmer and some day Secretary of Agriculture.’ Bert, “Well, he didn’t make much of a farmer I guess, because Mark wrote that he is making good as a dealer in Perfecto Chewing Gum.” Ken. This is Tat’s slip. Last time I heard she was singing in New York and she says here she expected to be a dental nurse.” Bert, “I think she hit her mark as well as Simmons. You know he was planning to enlarge his Kiddie-Kar factory to the making of other toys. This says he thinks, but isn’t sure that he’ll make a Super Car built on the principle of a Buick. At this point Bert is rudely interrupted by the boisterous laughter of his friend. Ken. This one says, ‘I wish to be a Movie star. TWENTY THREE

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The Boomerang «ttMQNi Q' «■N Senior Class History UT of the class of fifteen members who started to school in September, 1914, under the kindly direction of Miss Mary Heites, now Mrs. Ray Wingate, only five arc left to graduate in the class. They are: Leroy Mark. Willis Mummey, Lucille Tatman, Louise Weigert and Lucy Davis. By the time the class was ready to leave the eighth grade, it had increased to seventeen members. These seventeen, with seventeen others from the country, made up the largest class that had ever entered the High School up to that time. Through removal from the district or various other reasons, the following did not complete their work : Ruth Davis, Douglas Spencer, Frank Snapp, Hazel Ander- son, Edna Bowles, Margorie Wilson, Mary McCoy, Harold Scott. Gallerd Asquith, Leroy Foster and Leoma Owens. It is rather significant that this is the first class to exceed in size the famed class of 1906 with its twenty-one members. This year’s class has twenty-four members. During our four years of high school, we have had someone represented in the declamatory and vocal contest, as well as in basket ball and track. Olive Myers had won second in declamation two years and second for four years in vocal. Marie Mc- Farland and Elbert Capps won first honors in declamation and represented our school at Lewistown. Lucille Tatman has placed first in girls’ vocal contest for the last three years—an honor which she well deserves. Leroy Mark, Harold Ramer, Corliss Powell and Elbert Capps have been the most outstanding athletes in our class, both in basket ball and track. Our most ambitious undertaking during our Junior year was the presentation of three one-act plays under the able direction of Miss Helen Morse, who will long be remembered as one of the most brilliant dramatic coaches that the Avon High School has ever had. We feel that we have done our part in the social activities of the school by giving a banquet to the Seniors and faculty members on May 16, 1925. This years we were hosts at an all school Hallowe’en party in the gymnasium. On April 17, the class members, chaperoned by Mr. and Mrs. Reeve and Miss Schemel, drove to Springfield to view the many places of interest found there. This was one of the most interesting and enjoyable events during our Senior year. As a fitting climax to the school year, we were guests at a banquet given by the Juniors on April 24. It is with regret that we leave A. H. S. to take our places in the world. LUCY DAVIS. 4» 4» 4« ry ry ry The Senior Man Blessings on thee. Senior Man, Stacombed hair, with cheeks of tan! With thy fashioned pantaloons. And thy merry dancing tunes; With thy red lips, redder still Kissed by maidens on the hill; And thy rolled down silken hose. They are seen where e’er he goes. From my heart I give thee joy.— I was once a Senior boy! Prince thou art,—the grown up man Only a Senior Man. Let the rich in Packards ride Senior “Flivvering’’ at his side, TWENTY TWO

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«m a The Boomerang “Whose is it?’ “Bernice Rood’s. She came very near to it, didn’t she? She’s a trainer of animals. “Louise’s and Doris’ are folded together. Here, I’ll read them. Te! He! ‘Living in Abingdon—my one aim.’ That’s Louise’s. Instead of mashing hearts as she used to do, she’s mashing potatoes for her better half. “Doris is different. 1 want to he a good commercial teacher.’ A good aim. that was, but she turned out to be a designer of women’s clothes. “What’s in that handful you have there? “Olive, you know, runs a Hot Dog Stand in Peoria. She said she wanted to he First Lady of the Land. “Bob’s is—‘I am going to Bradley.’ She surely didn’t receive the art of crystal gazing there, did she? She’s in great demand by society ladies of New York.” “ ‘I hope to be an artist,’ says Christine, but now she’s living in California. “Mildred? She has a beauty shop in Missouri. I’ve found Elizabeth’s Slip. It says she wanted to teach literature at Yassar. I guess she did teach a while but made better at writing of realistic novels. “Arthur and Willis were conservative with their paper. Listen! ‘We solemnly swear to devote our lives to the art of electrical inventions.’ Well, Willis got as far as revising a Physics book, but Arthur fell short by a great distance, didn’t he? He's a United States Senator from Illinois. “Whee. what would the public say if they knew their pet comedian of the screen had wanted to be the Dean of Women at Bryan Mawr? “Why. was that Lucille Cox’s wish? Hurrah! Here’s the only one who has really hit their mark. “Who’s that? “Virginia Carr wanted to manage the Shekler household and, By hickory, she’s doing it. Have you found Leroy’s yet? “Yes, here it is. Wait, he must have been nervous. It’s all wound up. Now lets see. ‘I’ll be a journalist or maybe a farmer.’ He’s a journalist all right—Editor of the Whiz-Bang. “What are you laughing at? “Oh it’s Cleta’s. You can bet on Cleta for this. ‘I wish to marry a millionaire.’ She has monev all right but not the millionaire. She has made her money by her many delicatessen stores. “Vernon had something of the same idea when he wrote, ‘I hope to be a man of leisure once in a while.’ He’s a book agent now. you know. “Oh dear—there’s only three left, Lucy’s, Marie’s and Harold's.” “Yes. He wanted to be a second Paul Whitman. He’s on his way, all right, no matter how far away, he has his orchestra that plays at the Rose Carden. “What does Lucy say? Her hopes were high—she wished to travel in Europe. “Well, she’s traveling, isn’t she? She’s doing relief work in Russia. Yes, probably traveled just two steps in front of home. Oh, look at Marie’s. She’s down in Chile catching butterflies and other rare speci- mens. The last I heard she had caught cold.” And, having completed reading the childish hopes and aims of their classmates, they settled down to reminiscences of the good, or otherwise, times they had had in Old Avon High. TWENTY FOUR