Benton Township High School - Scarab Yearbook (Benton, IL)

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frrulnr (Blmtn fitnlnri|—(£imtimirh and Bcnj. Eovaldi, Secretary-Treasurer. Under this careful and fatherly guidance our class has thus far been kept well together. Our masquerade to entertain the Juniors Hallowe'en was the first social event. All the Hallowe’en trappings were served, i. c. pumpkin pic, red apples, and popcorn. Our class rings and pins came in with 64c each due on a total of $17.00 plus. Telegrams were rushed furiously C. O. D. Several Senior hearts were broken as a result that we kept the stuff. We 12th graders had a guest party down at Florence Frier's. The rooms were decorated in Purple and Gold and the purple was so dark that it caused all the dances, etc., to be of the moonlight order. Lots of good punch for the thirsty ones and sandwiches and pickles for the hungry ones. The last entertainment we had was the Senior Hen Party. The girls had a dinner for the lady teachers in the basement and then took 'em to the movies. Wild Party! We haven’t decided on the Senior play—can not get one with enough girls' parts to it—but, everyone is hoping it'll be a great, grand success. Our class colors are Purple and Gold. Our class flower is—Dandelion! 17

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Senior (ftlass Hiatnry If you remember the mess of greens that sprouted in ’17 and '18, you II remember whether they were tough or not; however, judging from the full grown plant. I suppose you'll say: “Sweet and tender, yet capable of growing sturdy. Look at our caretaker, though. Miss Seymour, isn’t she capable? In 1917 about seventy-five Freshmen started down here to the big school. Were 'em. Miss Seymour was chosen for the great job—you know caretaker, etc. John B.. George Kinman. Helen Machiels and Ruby Rea were our officers. Notable events? Hallowe’en Party at Helen Machiels home on North Main and of course initiations. The party was quite a success, especially for Freshmen. in 1918 we came back with a loss of twenty-nine members. A little loss like this couldn't make much difference to a class as full of pep and good spirit as ours is. Don’t take it that we want to lose members, but then you know you can't afford to spend the time mourning. Maurice Campbell was elected President; Nellie Rotramel, Secretary-Treasurer. The first social event was a very elaborate reception given by the Juniors. (The other two classes were around at various places???) Next was the Soph-Senior reception. We hate to boast but this was one good party. Gee! You get to be Juniors fast on paper, don’t you? But, oh, the agony of this reality. It was too great for a few, but the majority of us came on and on election day for the class we chose Leon Hampton for our President and Juanita Wells, Vice-President; Rosa Rotramel, Secretary-Treasurer. Leon quit school, so Juanita Wells took over the President’s position and Errol Sullivan was elected to her place. The Sophomores entertained us Hallowe’en night with a masquerade party at which there were numerous and varied costumes, the most envied and noticeable being a charming young girl’s frock worn by George Moore. We had refreshments on the inside and fireworks on the outside of the building. Sometime after Xmas we entertained the Sophs at the K. P. Hall with what turned out to be for the greater part a dance. 1 believe postoffice was very popular at one time during the evening when Miss Pfaff became a player at Harry Crisp’s request. (Miss Pfaff still blushes when P. O. is mentioned to her). Our Senior, ahem! (12th) Year began with Harry Stamper on time and Pat, Gene and Carroll back with us again. “Keep it up, boys, we want a good record.” . — George Moore was elected President; Harry Evan Stamper, Vice-President 1G

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Seuinr $limn Listen my children, and you shall hear The story of our class—the best of the year, The story—yes of the Senior Class, Whose history, oh! me! is nearly past. Many and varied have been our trials. Scornful and cynical have been the smiles Which some have turned on us—but then. We re coming out fine here in the end. This year the “Guiding Hand's” been Moore To us, than ere it’s been before. And Vastis, our Frenchyfied advisor, Has clung to our “Rep like a vertible miser. Our bunch has had all kinds of luck, Which makes us glad that we’ve had Duck” To grin and take things as they came, And still be happy just the same. And then I'll say. 'twill be bad next year To have to miss our John Minier, As Capt. of the Football team John's brought us honor, by the ream. They say that exercise makes one slim. Does it? We refer you to Sheeny, just ask him, If being an All-Star guard is worth Losing four or five inches of one’s own girth. Why should I mention both Benny and Rea, In the same stanza, is that what you say? ’Tis ’cause Frank’s work on the Gridiron was manual. While Benny’s lost sleep a typing the Annual. As for John B., we think you all know him. If you don’t, tell us; we’ll be proud to show him. We all feel happy if he’ll sometimes speak To us, even tho’ 'tis but once a week. As for all of this so-called military learning, We had two—one an actual”—the other a yearning”. Our Seaman Pat Wright slopped suds on the deck, While Harold read aviation notes by the peck. When you see a Ford come down the street, And miss an old woman by about two feet, Get out of the way and think of Heaven, For you may be sure 'tis our Harry Evan. 18