Bement High School - BIM Yearbook (Bement, IL)

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( TX? r JBETOHI|LO y 9 SENIOR WILL We the class of 1925 of the Bement Township High School, State of Illinois, realizing that we are soon to pass out of this place of education, do hereby make, declare, and publish this, our last will and testament, hereby revoking and making void all formed wills and promises by us at any time heretofore made. To the faculty we give our sincere thanks for the thoughtfulness and attention which they have shown us at all times. To the Juniors we leave our ability to give “spiffy” parties. To the Sophomores, our perfectly good common sense, which we have displayed on all occasions. To the Freshmen we leave our best wishes for their future success. The various members of the class make the following individual bequests : I, Aimee Brandenburg, do will and bequeath to Arthur Ball, my ability to tickle the ivories. I, Mildred Catlin, do will and bequeath my interest in Atwood, to Helena O’Loughlin. I, Selby Clark, do will and bequeath to Florence Leuschke, my languid way of moving. I, Guynell Creel do will and bequeath my frequent visits to the post-office, to Helen Cole. I, Florence Dunn, do will and bequeath my interest in Rexall Goods, to my sister Marguerite. I, Helen Fisher, do will and bequeath to Ella Jones, my booklet on, “How to Win Tall Romeos.” I, Kathryn Fisher, do will and bequeath my rose-bud lips to Raymond Sanders. I, John Glynn, do will and bequeath my curly hair to mv brother Willie. I, Dallas Hill, do will and bequeath my job as “flunkie” to the coach to Homer Mikeworth. I, Mary Henebry, do will and bequeath my gum, deposited at odd times under my chair in the English room, to Howard Hill, in hopes that he will get the same chair next year. I, Blanche Longbons, do will and bequeath my brother Virgil to Jeanette Piggott. I, Clarence Marlow, do will and bequeath my clever methods of captivating women to Glenn Fairbanks. I, Lucile McPherson, do will and bequeath my ability to pull A’s to Melvin Miller. I, Harold Murphy, do will and bequeath my name “Spike,” to Nate Smith. (If he will only diet!) I, Josephine McGrath, do will and bequeath my ability to skip classes to Doris Wiggins. Twenty-six

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JBETQHikO iy S) That night under a glowing yellow moon, we stole across a lawn, toward a great imposing brick mansion. There came a faint rustling and murmuring from a nearby arbor and we stopped dead still in our tracks. We listened, and then shifted ourselves to a position directly behind the arbor. Ah Fortunate, Luck, Opportunity, or what ever you want to call it was surely awaiting us. Peering through the foliage, we discerned a couple, sitting on a rustic bench, the moonlight streaming down upon them from a wide gap in the arbor. They were cooing in low tones like turtle doves but we could easily hear their conversation. “And do you love me dearest?” “Yes,” whispered the scoundrel in a hoarse voice. “And when will you marry me?” “When I come back from the East, loved one,” lied the husky voiced villian. That was sufficient. There remained yet one more thing to do and our task would be ended. We hastened with all possible speed to the Western Union Radio Office and dispatched a night letter— and the letter read thus: Podunk, California, June 10, 1945. Miss Frances Rose, 1112 Astoria Avenue, Suburban Heights, Illinois, Dear Miss Rose: Your suspicions are justly founded. Your fiancee, Mr. Ryan is untrue to you. He has another woman on the string out here. Perhaps you remember her. She is Aimee Brandenburg, one of our classmates of the Class of ’25. Would suggest that you break engagement with your betrothed at once, as he intends to come East, and marry your wealth, and leave the girl out here in the lurch. Your faithful servants, Hawkshaw and Hawkeye. By Clarence Marlow and Dallas Hill, Class of 1925. f Twenty-five.

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p rx?. rxaiBETOHiko I, Ellen Nolan, do will and bequeath my ability to teach school to anyone, who stands in greatest need. I, Dorothy Noe, do will and bequeath half the seat in my Buick roadster, to Troy Phillips. I, Frances O’Brien, do will and bequeath my ability to do Physics Experiments to Joe Curry. I, Raymond Quinlan, do will and bequeath, my testimony on, “How To Be Well Groomed” to Troy Phillips. I, Donald Ryan, do will and bequeath my “grown-up airs” to Willard Durbin. I, Frances Rose, do will and bequeath my calm and composed attitude to Pauline Sparks. I, Ruth Seitz, do will and bequeath my coquettish ways to Iola Creel. I, Ruth Stirret, do will and bequeath to Joe Sloan, some of my pep. I, Ruth Stoeger, do will and bequeath to Nate Smith my book, “How to Become Popular.” I, Ruth Taylor, do will and bequeath my “man-winning ways” to Loretta Gallivan. I, Irene Trent, do will and bequeath my leaflet, “How to Grow Slim,” to “Candy Lamb.” I, Claude Walker, do will and bequeath to Harriet Kearney, my definition of the word, LOVE. I, Thelma Priestly, do will and bequeath my future dates with “Handsome Juniors” to Bernadine Malkus. I, Lew Wilkinson, do will and bequeath to Robert Body, my “self-made” laugh. To this, our last will and testament, we the aforesaid Class of ’25, do hereby set our hands and seal, this 4th day of February, A. D., Nineteen Hundred Twenty-five. Members of Class of ’25. Twenty-seven