Bement High School - BIM Yearbook (Bement, IL)

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Senior History The goal for which we have been striving during our voyage of four short years, is drawing very near, and our Iligh School days are al- most over. To the average individual, remembrance brings to him a feel- ing of almost forgotten trials and pleasures, so now let us linger a few short minutes over the written lines of our past history. All-aboard, the Captain cried, and, immediately, in the year nine- teen hundred twenty-two, a line of forty meek a11d bashful seamen trailed across the gang pla11k, into deck 'fnumber one of the great Steamer of Knowledge. l'pon entering, we noticed a very jovial looking gentleman steering the ship, whom we later learned was Mr. Brill, the superintend- ent and guiding hand of our graceful craft. Ofiicers were needed, so we elected John Loftus as l'resident, Florence Leuschke, Vice-I'resident, Mary Tabaka, Secretary and Treasurer, and Miss Duncan and Mr. Appl- ing acted as our advisors. With these capable officers, a willing crew, a clear sky, and a calm sea, we sailed through our Freshman year without any severe accidents or the least disagreement of the elements. September, and again our class had answered the roll call, with also the addition of some new recruits, namely: James Nally, Ruby Bran- denburg, Lenore Beebee, Troy Phillips, and Mabel Simonton, but before the year was completed we were deserted by the following members, who left us to seek their pleasures elsewhere, Clarence Arthur, Bill YVebb, Edna Jones, Carl Stoeger, Eugene Selle, George Silvers, Maurice Mc- Laughlin, Erskine Boyd, Mabel Simonton, and Marie Redding. Our same old friend, Captain Brill, was still at the wheel, guiding us onward- Our class was destined to be governed by a very efficient group of officers. NV e elected Florence Leuschke, President, John Loftus, Vice-President, Doris YViggins, Secretary, and Glenn Fairbanks, Treasur- er. This year we were presided over by Miss Barker, and we were stationed on deck two, where our duties were somewhat increased, but with the ex- ception of a few hard trials, which we look upon as past pleasures, 11ow, we came to the destination of our second year-'s journey. Clang! The gong sounded, accompanied by the whir of the power- ful motors, that sent the hulk flying over the white capped waves, while a group of real upper classmen were concentrating over the intricate paths of knowledge in compartment three of our steady vessel. Upon in- vestigation, we found a gentleman at the helm, Mr. McClellan, who proved to be a true and faithful friend to us. After electing our officers, Glen Durbin, President, Vivian Reading, Vice-President, and Lola Swick, See- retary and Treasurer, we began our trip with the continual chug, chug, of the machinery, while each of our crew kept at his post u11til we were hon- orably discharged a few months later. This year we were joined by a few welcome classmates, namely: Harold Adams, Cyril Shively, Ralph Shive- ly, Joe Sloan, Owen Hanna, and Loretta Gallivan. We also regretfully bidadieu to Fern Peck, Loretta' Gallivan, Florence Leuschke, and Eldo Pope. We as Juniors, were also responsible for the Annual and the Jun- ior-Senior banquet. Twenty -1956 y

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f f ' - ' IBETOHU ' , ' C HELEN COLE f.Red,, MAYME WALL KKSliInY1 Basketball '23, '24, '25, '26, Glee Club Commercial Club '25, '26, Philomath- '23, '24, '26, Dramatic Club '26, La- tin Club '25, Orchestra '22, Drama- tic Club Play Delegates from Den ver, Operetta '22, '23, Cantata '26 Minor Honors '25, '26, ean Society '23, '24, Latin Club '25 '26, Mimeograph Chief '25, '26, Sec.- Treas. Comm. Club, Typing Team '25 D'oR1s WIGGINS Wiggins Glee Club '22, '23, '24, '25, Operetta '23, '24, '25, Comm. Club President '26, Typing Awards '25, Basketball '23, '24, '26, Typing Team '25, '26, Latin Club '26, Typing Awards '25, Cantata Mound Builders '26, Girls' Operetta '26, Typing Critic '26, Typing Contest Team '25, '26, Capt. of Typing Team '26, Minor Honors '25, '26, RUSSELL WATERS ' WILLIAM DAVIES Moon Bill B. Club, Glee Club '26, Orchestra '26, Latin Club '24- '25, Philomathean So- Fcotball '26, Entered from Newman ciety, Science Club, Football Let- '26, ter '26, Numeral '25, om 1926 N incteen

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' C Yes, we enlisted for a four year term, and soon we shall have served our time out, for we are Seniors now, stationed on deck ttnumber four, the very top-most part of our rigid craft. ln this positio11 the light of the sun shone full upon us at setting, and illuminated all our surroundings, 211111 there, not three leagues ahead of us, we discerned the welcome shore, upo11 which, in the very glare of tl1e setting su11, we read, written in flam- ing golden letters, the 0110 g'reat word, 'fSuecess. 111 a few weeks we shall land upon the shore of aceomirlishment, from which we can look back over the wide expanse over which we labored happily and braved alike the hardships and the pleasures. During our Senior-ship, through which we were guided by the faithful co-operation of Mr. McClellan and Mr. Kron- sagen, our worthy advisors, we were joined by three faithful classmates, Blanche Catlin, Cora Lowe, a11d Russel Waters. We were also deserted by Ralph Shively, Cyril Shively, Nate Smith, and E.hel Iladden. Our of- ficers who served us faithfully during this fourth and final voyage were, Owen Hanna, President, Glen Durbin, Vice-President, a11d Lola Swick. Secretary and Treasurer. Now we must part, each of our crew to man his ow11 craft through life, but never forgetting his delightful days spent in old Bement Town- ship High School. , Senior Prophecy I passed through the door of my chamber Made warm by the fire's ruddy glow, Then suddenly chanced to remember Occasions of years long ago, XVhen, capped and gowned, we assembled, Before from the High School we'd go. The fire shot its merry tongues skyward, My chair to the hearthside I pulled. With smoke from n1y fag curling upward, lVas dead to the external world. I saw 111y friend Hanna, a hobo, And Marshall was close by his side, lVith marvelous deeds to their credit, They both from the cops must hide. Harold Adams now sits in the XVhite House. He's l1oldi11g his job pretty well. But how in the world will they wake him, A deaf and dumb congress cantt yell. Howard Hill, now a great ladies' barber, Paid tribute today to the stork, But they sent him home Monday morning- He tried to eat soup with a fork. Twenty-one 'AG DI 1926!