Bement High School - BIM Yearbook (Bement, IL)

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R E T O H I 24 19 CLASS WILL We, the Class of ’24, realizing that our days are numbered, and being of sane mind and memory, do hereby make and publish this last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all other wills by us made, to be executed immediately after our graduation. We, the Class of ’24, do will and bequeath to our dear Faculty our great gratitude and thankfulness for the service rendered throughout the years of our trials and troubles. We, the Class of ’24, do will and bequeath to the Junior class the honor of adopting the name that we are leaving behind us, providing they can prove themselves worthy of it. We, the Class of ’24, do will and bequeath to the Sophomore class our wonderful knowledge and ability to solve all problems as we have heretofore displayed in times of direst need. We, the Class of ’24, do will and bequeath to the little Freshies our good will, good luck, and our ability to bluff. We, the undersigned, feeling it our duty to good old B.T.H.S. to leave with those that are still to remain here, such qualities that have helped us to climb the steep hill of success. We hereby set forth in these few lines that which will be of everlasting helpfulness and value to those who are to follow in our footsteps. I, Don Matthews, do will and bequeath to Lew Wilkinson all my future dates with Marguerite Cannon. I, Lowell Bowen, do will and bequeath to Claude Walker my shy and winning ways. I, Ida Cannon, do will and bequeath to Ruth Taylor my unfailing success to slip out at night (with Brown). I, Hazel Dobson, do will and bequeath to Ruth Seitz my beautiful, long curly locks. I, Leona Arnold, do will and bequeath to Ruth Stoerger my unprepared lessons on account of late hours. I, Orval England, do will and bequeath to Dallas Hill my ever-flowing witty speeches. I, Dorothea Hicks, do will and bequeath to Mabel Shonkwilcr my little wedding ring. I, Jack Barnett, do will and bequeath to Armand Richard my slow and easy manner in which I always get around. I, Irene Gregory, do will and bequeath to Mary Henebry my perfectly good American History, slightly used. I, Bernice Tabaka, do will and bequeath to Irene Trent my book of “How to Become Slim.” I, Wayne Body, do will and bequeath to John Glynn my receipt for “Perfect Love-making.” Page Twenty-nine

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19 B E T O H I 24 is married and lives on a farm near Milmine. Wayne Bauman is in Chicago, at the head of a large lumber concern—owns it, I guess—as well as one in Seattle, Washington. Lelah Moreland acquired a ‘cool million’ when her husband died. She is living in Tampa now on a small plantation of her own, raising pet alligators for the winter touiists. Edna Shepherd is teaching in Boston. Ruchiel Murphy has a school of music in Richmond, Virginia, and with the aid of Ina Stuart is making a success.” Another brief silence followed, as he leaned out of the cab window to stare at the wheels of the engine as it lurched forward through the night. Once more he started to speak: “Amma Harrel has a position as salesmanager in a large department store—in New Orleans, I think. Someone told me just the other day, but I have forgotten now. Carlton Smith is president of Princeton, as everyone predicted he would be. Leo Hanna is president of the Citizens National Bank at Rochester, Minnesota, and is contemplating marriage to a rich young widow of that city.” Our ride together was now drawing to a close, and he was silent again as we rushed through the small village of Boody, Illinois, in the early morning at a speed of ninety miles an hour. I shuddered to think what it would mean to poor Parker if he should kill someone with his “steel pet,” a name he had given his engine. After a cold and nerve-racking run he brought the engine to a standstill, set the brakes and turned to me. “Hash, I will have to give up my job,” and he swooned. With the help of Joe I took him to his room, where he revived long enough to eat a scanty supper. Then he fell into a deep sleep. The following morning his spirits were higher, and he talked of going to New Mexico for his health. I then suggested Alamogordo, and told him of Dorothea Hicks who was running a dancing school there with the aid of the Monticello girl, Beatrice Levin. With a jump he boarded the engine and set it in rapid motion, shouting, “I’m off for New Mexico!” I stood watching him speeding out towards the land of eternal sun, until he was lost from sight. 1 turned my footsteps to the East once more, walking down the Wabash tracks. When about a mile out of town I saw an aeroplane in a nearby field. The plane held but one man, so I went over, and to my surprise found it was Jack Thompson. I repeated my experiences to him. He said he was just leaving for New York and wanted an extra passenger, so I was again flying towards my goal. We left almost immediately, and were three days making the trip, as we stopped several times along the way. When we reached New York he told me he was a broker and lawyer at odd times. I was making preparations to leave one day and he asked me what I was going to do, whereupon I told him I was leaving. He then made me the following proposition: “I will pay your expenses to Los Angeles if you will investigate some oil lands I have out there.” I accepted his offer readily. On the morning of July the Fourth, I reached Los Angeles, and the boys were surprised to see me walk in and demand my ten thousand dollars for making the hike in the time allotted. Without any questions, the chairman of the committee handed me a check for the full amount— and 1 awoke. Harshbarger. Page Twenty-eight

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19 n k r o h i I, Ina Stuart, do will and bequeath to Josephine McGrath my book of rules—“How to Capture a Nice Man.” I, Carleton Smith, do will and bequeath to James Nally my little red wagon to carry his books home in. We, Helen and Hilda Wall, do will and bequeath to Marguerite Cannon the great knack of acquiring A. I, Ethel Dobson, do will and bequeath to Ellen Nolan my little dictionary on “Perfect Excuses.” I, Mary Manny, do will and bequeath to Lucile McPherson a few of my unfilled “dates.” I, Harry Kelly, do will and bequeath to Arthur Ball my hearty appetite and my nerve. I, Edna Shepherd, do will and bequeath to Guynell Creel my stenographic knowledge. I, Bernice White, do will and bequeath to all my unfailing success to skip classes. I, Lelah Moreland, do will and bequeath to Thelma Priestley my perfectly good temper. I, Ruchiel Murphy, do will and bequeath to Irene Trent a part of my height. I, Bernadine Tabaka, do will and bequeath to Florence Dunn my past dates with Selby Clark. I, Joe Daugherty, do will and bequeath to Clarence Marlow my shy and graceful manner. We, Katherine Lash and Mary Kerns, do will and bequeath to anyone who should desire it, our diary that we are jointly keeping. I, Hazel Hadden, do will and bequeath to Helen Fisher my book on “Beauty Culture,” which gives new ideas of how to fix a spit curl. 1, Everett VanVleet, do will and bequeath to Claude Walker my bashfulness. I, Glenn Smith, do will and bequeath to Selby Clark my non-interest in the feminine line. I, Russell Bodamer, do will and bequeath to John Glynn my wonderful ability to catch a girl, in my “tin lizzie.” I, Wayne Bauman, do will and bequeath to Armand Richard my interest in Roses. I, Mary Wilkinson, do will and bequeath to Florence Dunn my ear puirs, guaranteed not to fall off. I, Elton Harshbarger, do will and bequeath to Clarence Marlow my unlimited knowledge of all things in general (physics, mostly). I, Ruby Doren, do will and bequeath to Ellen Nolan my methods of cultivating (boy) friends. Page Thirty