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

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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

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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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fcrnior Jlorm—(Uuntinurii La Petite fillc? Oui, 'tis Atabel, For nothing she thinks she is unable, But she will own when Pressed, 'tis handy To know a candy drummer named Andy. We'd like to send a note like this: AAiss Flodine Choisser. My dear Miss; Don’t talk baby talk for instance, And say. Please give the boys a fighting chance. Some times ’tis funny and some times 'tis sad To sec our Nina piping mad, For often things that’re meant for bluff Arc only little hot air puffs. Of all the gang who tried to be Boheme, Helen and Eloise make the best team. Their bobbed hair adds a piquant look And they strut like models for fashion books. Jean Love owns a nice big car. We hope it rides well but we don’t know, “By Gar , The back seat looks soft as eider fuzz, But we don’t know! Some don’t and some does.” ’Twould be as well to part two doves, As to take from them their mutual love. And so we give—this space and badge To the inseparable Virginia and Atadge. Grace and Orene don’t have much time For anything but work, And if I could but make this rhyme, I'd all my lessons shirk. You know Florence is Editor, With Beatrice as assistant, If you think you can put anything over on her You’ll soon find out you can’t. Laurence keeps the library quiet, Ruby is an English fiend, Ruth’s the one whose hair is light, And Nellie, toward the kitchen has always leaned. Of marriages in our class, We feel we'll have some the coming year, For Hank’s shadows over Georgia lass— And the looks Charlie bestows on Juanita are dear. 19