Avon High School - Boomerang Yearbook (Avon, IL)

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The Boomerang o Now the youth is growing older. Growing older, as each day Passes by on wings of gossamer, Like the wings of fairy creatures. And knows that he must learn to labor. TWENTY FIVE Q l—r » I fen tQ

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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

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 The Boomerang Q ♦O This Junior Class of Ours In this Junior Class of ours. Great promise may be found. You see we never waste the hour But study the whole year 'round. We started in as Freshmen— The others called us ham; But believe me, we soon told them, “So is your ol man! Twas not long till we were Sophs, Crowing older and more wise each day. Who felt we were not so soft As many were wont to say. Ah! now we’re Juniors hold, With a Junior’s troubles and frets. And the God of our fathers, known of old. Is with us yet—lest we forget. So here's to the class of twenty-seven. Long may we strive toward the right. Which as you may know, dear brethren, In the future will give us might. HELEN KELLER. TWENTY SIX