Avon High School - Boomerang Yearbook (Avon, IL)

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The Boomerang Carter Powell left for the West soon after graduation and has scarcely ever ! een heard of: hut the other day he wrote a long letter to Lyle. Me and a partner own a large cattle ranch in Wyoming. “Speaking of the West reminds me of several people I chanced to see in California last spring said Sumner. “While on the train going from San Francisco to Sacramento, I fell in with Orval Wingate. He is a traveling salesman for Swift Co. During a short stay at Long Beach, I discovered Louise Bliss, now a movie star. She had recently received a letter from Malndl llornhaker who is in Kachow, China, teaching Christianity to the natives.” “Where is ‘Rufus Speer, I wonder? inquired Bronald. “I saw Marjorie squith a couple of years ago. She runs a large poultry farm somewhere in the vicinity of Avon and carries on a big business. I hear “Eula Dutfield took up the study of law after several years as a stenographer and is now pretty well known Ruth is teaching school. She does not care for a lietter position than that of teaching a country school. Wouldn’t it Im great to go to school to ‘Rufus? Her old pal, lone, is still in Europe with her painting, isn't she? Gail met her one time several years ago in England when he chanced to have business there. He sure makes tin dough roll in as a lawyer. (It s a good thing somebody can), mumbled Curtis as if to himself. “That just aland takes them all in, doesn't it?” inquired Bronald. Yet it seems as if someone is lacking. A long pause, then— Oh Blackberry it's ‘Abe Lincoln! Where is the old scout? “He owns a large farm in Canada. I paid him a visit two years ago. He’s making good. I say let's call it a day and quit. ’ I could hear them gathering up their fishing articles in preparation to leave. “By geminy. Bud, I've thought of someone else we overlooked Mary O'Donnell. “That’s right. You know she was--------. They walked rapidly away and the words died away before reaching me. So intent was I upon listening that I leaned over my little boat a trifle far ami !»efore I knew it was in the water. What would they have said? Why couldn't they have waited? Mahy O’Don xki.i..

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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

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The Boomerang HPill of the Class of 1930 We the class of Nineteen Thirty, being about to depart from this school life, in full pos- session of sound mind, memory and understanding, do make and publish this our last will and ‘estament, hereby revoking ami making void all former wills by us at anytime heretofore made. First. We as a class bequeath to the Juniors all of the gum on our desks, our privileges, and our good liehavior in History class, provided that they do not improve upon it. Second. We the Seniors hereby relinquish to the Sophomores and Freshmen our rights and privileges, providing they always remember us as shining examples of good behavior in the Study Hall and elsewhere. Third. We wish to thank the Faculty for their ever ready advice and the patience which they have always shown toward us. Fourth. We as a class wish to bequeath the following to various individuals: I, Vorl Clayton, do will and liequcath my striped pants to Billy Gordon. T, I.vle Keller, do will and bequeath my “How To Grow Short pills, to Vivian Smith. !, Ethyl Baughman, do will and In-queath my privilege of sitting by the window in English IV and my weekly marcels, to Eleanore Capps. I, Mary O’Donnell, do will and bequeath my love for unreasonable argument to Ernest Stone. I, Marjorie Asquith, do will and bequeath my canary voice to Jay (bird) Hornbaker. !, Ethelin Kay, do will and bequeath my carrot top and some of my height and pep to Beta Gale Buchen. 1, Louise Bliss, do will and bequeath mv sunny disposition to Preston Sharp. I. ( lair Kreider, do will and bequeath my basketball ability and my athletic form to l urenee Carr. I. Mary Morse, do will and bequeath my ambition, my brains, and my blue galoshes to Bernice Woods. I. Carter Powell, do will and bequeath my place as center and my fondness for sleeping to Thomas Jackson ami Big Boy Peterson. I. Helen Hatch, do will and bequeath my studious nature and my ability to be exempt from all semesters to all meek little Frosh. I, Kutli Speer, do will and bequeath my optimistic disposition, and my terrific explosions of laughter to Gladys Orwig. !, Lula Duffield. do will and bequeath my timid though ambitious nature to Frances McGuane and Thelma Foster. I, Orval Wingate, do will and bequeath my ever ready grin to Lyle McMahil. I. Vernon Hinman, do will and bequeath my ability to tickle the ivories to “Murph Crissey, provided that he keep them (the ivories) laughing. I. Sumner Curtis, do will and bequeath my privilege to sit between two girls in history to George Horn, provided that one of them is not Louise. I, Max Kisinger, do will and bequeath mv spats and ability to bluff, to Eddie Carr. I. Ramona Leigb, do will and liequcath my much used stock of giggles to Enos Ginther. 1, lone Spurgeon, do will and bequeath my individuality to meek little Freshmen. I. Woodrow Sanders, do w ill and » equeath my popu’arity and dimples to Dick Currey. NINETEEN