Avon High School - Boomerang Yearbook (Avon, IL)

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The Boomerang The Senior Class CLASS OFFICERS President .......... Vice-President .... Secret ari -Treasurer Adviser ............ ..Vernon Hinman ........Gail Stice Woodrow Sanders Miss Fknxkssy Class Colors Blue and Gray. Class Flower—Sweet Pea. Class Motto—The elevator to success is not running. Take the stairs. K K CLASS HISTORY One September morn in 1918. the Spirit of the Class of 1030 took off under the guidance of Hazel Hatch. The first passengers were Verl Clayton, Lyle Keller. Ethyl Baughman, Alberta Sundberg, Mary Wall, and Mary O’Donnell. The next two flights were under the pilotage of Maude Horner. The new pas- sengers were Marjorie Asquith, Etlielin Ray, Louise Bliss, Clair Kreider. Carter Powell, and Mary Morse, while Mary O’Donnell went elsewhere. The fourth, under the Pilot Anna Seeker, was notable only in that Louise and Marjorie dropped out (parachute). On the fifth flight, with F'ern Wingate as Pilot. Ruth Speer and Helen Hatch signed up. On the sixth take-off with Betty Cutler, the list remained the same; hut the fol- lowing year with the same leader F.ula Duflield came and Marjorie returned. The next flight, under Josie Baughman, saw two more passengers added—Orval Wingate and Vernon Hinman. Here a great change took place. We got a new ship to accommodate the large load of travelers and dubbed it the Class of 1030. The sailing list was as follows: Verl Clayton. Lyle Keller, Ethyl Baughman. Alberta Sundberg. Mary O’Donnell, Mary Wall. Sumner Curtis, Mary Morse, Ruth Speer. P’.ula Duflield. Carter Powell. Clair Kreider, Ethelin Ray, Marjorie Asquith, Max Risinger. Ramona I.eigh, Ver- non Hinman. Orval Wingate, lone Spurgeon. (Jail Stice, Forrest Lincoln, and Helen Hatch. Our first navigator was Miss Schemel. As Sophomores we added Mabell Hornbaker anil Bronald Spurgeon. Mr. Webb saw us through successfully. Our third year we picked up Louise again but lost Max. With Miss F'ennessy as navigator we gave what we will always think was the best Junior-Senior Banquet ever given. Now—as we take off for the last time, we pick up Woodrow Sanders, and Max again comes back. Miss Fennessv is still our trustworthy pilot. Soon we will land our ship after a tempestuous storm of High School gales, and it is with mingled feelings of joy and sorrow that we realize we will never again “stunt as a high school class. Vernon Hinman. SIXTEEN »0

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The Boomerang mr ETHYL ADELE BAUGHMAN Avon Public School . '26; (lire Club, 27, '28, '29, 30; Vocal. '27, '28; “Carrie Come to College ', 27; (lice Club Concert, '28, '30; Orchestra, 29; “The Charm School”, '29. “If love is madness, she is insane. ORVAL MIIX) WINGATE Avon Public Schools, ’26; (ilee Club, 28, 29; (ilee Club Concert, '28; “The Charm School , 29; Assistant Business Manager of “Tnr. Boom f.raso”, 30. “Keep smiling and you can never frown. HULA LOUISE DUFFIELI) Avon Public Schools, '26; (ilcc Club. 27, 28, 29, 30; Carrie Comes to College , 27; (Ilee Club Concert, 28, 30. A Full House . 30. “They say she's very fast—on the typewriter. BKONALD ALBERT SPURGEON Sloey School, 25; Vice-President. 25; Las of Limeri:k Town , '26; Kemper Military School, '27; tllee Club, 26, '28, '29, '30; Declamation, 26; President, '28. '29; “The Charm School , '29; Business Manager of “The Boomer a no . '30. “His mind is his kingdom. His will his law. MARY MARGARET WALL Avon Public Schools, '26; (ilee Club, 27, '28, '30; Car- rie Come?» to College , 27; (ilee Club Concert, 28, 30; Declamation, 27, 28. “Of all sad words of mouth or pen. The saddest of all. are I've flunked nj riiM. YERL MELVIN CLAYTON Avon Public Schools, '26; (ilee Club. ’28, ’29; Mice Club Concert, '28; “The Charm Scohol”, 29; Basketball. 29, 30. “Tell all I knowT Why, life's too short for that.

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The Boomerang Ouerheard The waters rippled and sang; the tiny boat glided softly down the stream, rocking gently as it moved. It was as though I had left my real self behind. My thoughts, no longer in a mad turmoil, were quiet. I glided on and on. I had no thought of stopping and no thought of a possible destin- ation. Miles and miles must have been covered, hours and hours must have passed, when suddenly and without haste, my boat was still. Voices came faintly to my ear. I was not surprised nor disturbed—I was scarcely aware of them, though they came nearer and nearer. Then I chanced to notice that my l oat had glided into a tiny cove, and although I could hear the speakers, they could not see me nor could I see them. They stopped within a few feet of me—fishers, I thought. Then a man's voice spoke. “I don’t care whether I fish or not. I’d rather just talk. What have you l een doing since I last saw you? That was—let ine think—All»erta Sundl erg s wedding, was it not? Al- most six years hack.” Another masculine voice answered. I was keenly alert. “I’ve rambled around considerably since then; in fact. I’ve l een practically all over the world. Kvery once in a while I run across one of the old gang.” I recognized the second voice as Indonging to Sumner Curtis, a graduate of my class way hack in 1980. Of the first voice I was in doubt. Then Sumner continued, “Just the other day while in New York, I sort of got the blues and decided on a concert to cheer me up. Vernon llinman was first on the program as pianist. He sure is one popular bird.” The first voice was speaking again: “I can name another just like him. Max Risinger is running for Representative from Iowa this year. Big salary, easy life—some people get all the breaks.” With a surge of pure joy I recognized the speaker as Hronald Spurgeon, another of my «classmates, now a famous surgeon. Sumner was saying, “The other day I ran across Clair Kreidcr in a large city in Nebraska. He is coach of a basketball team there. He says that Ethelin Ray is a physical training in- structor in the next city. I did not get to see her.” “I had the luck to meet Mary Wall the other day while on a business trip to Chicago,” remarked Bronnld. “She is a designer of frocks up there. She hasn't changed at all since the days hack in good old Avon High.” “I met her chum, Mary Morse, last winter in Paris,” said Sumner. “She sure is strong for her art work.” “I wonder what ever happened to Ethyl Baughman,” mused Bronald. “Why, she is a trained nurse somewhere in France, I believe. I saw her after her gradua- tion from college,” answered Sumner. “Do you ever hear from Woodrow?” asked Curtis after a pause. “About a month ago I was down South and being near Arkansas decided to stop and see her. You know she is a trained nurse now. Ramona I.eigh was visiting her, so we had a real chat. Ramona teaches music somewhere in Indiana. Quite recently Woodrow had received a letter from Helen Hatch. She is hack in Avon teaching English.” “Verl Clayton wrote me a newsy letter the other day and put me wise to some of the rest of the bunch,” said Bronald. “He is engineer of a train that passes through Avon. He says that Lyle Keller has a swell position as clerk in a large department store in Minneapolis. SEVENTEEN