Bourbon High School - Python Yearbook (Bourbon, IN)

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THE PYTHON '21 OQOOOOQOGGOOOOOQOOOOOQQ0000OOO?OOOOQOOOOQOOOOQOOQOOOO Class Will To a Junior-Be it understood, when school opens, fall of 1921, H. H. Ferguson is to receive all pencils in my desk.-Stoler. I, Mary E. Snyder, hereby bequeath and will to Antonio Maletz my spectacular, intrepid and ostensive use of the Word psycological, in the Senior class of Research on the Science of Civil Government and also the dictionary from which these words were procured. We, the Senior boys, do desire that all the old pencils, pens, ink- wells, etc., found on, in or under our desks, be given collectively to the Freshman class and divided among them. Furthermore, all our initials which we have carved on the high school furniture shall be given to Miss Porter to use as examples of art for future generations. We, the Senior class of 1921, do desire that the class of 1922 shall publish the Python and we further state that we collectively and in- dividually will help them in any way we can. I, Mary Slough, do hereby will and bequeath my knowledge and accuracy in Bookkeeping to Thelma Eby, thinking that .it will be of benefit, if Fergie still holds the chair. I, Ruth M. DeVore, do bequeath to Ruth Trippe my doctor's cer- tificate for chewing gum in classes to keep her nerves in good condi- tiong also my ability for Tickling the Ivorys. I, Donald Foe, do bequeath my quiet manners, gentle disposition and good behavior to all the boys of the Junior class, believing there is enough of it for all of them. - I, May Nye, do hereby bequeath this desk, I am occupying as a Senior, to Dorothy Hilles, hoping it will fit her inafuture years. ,,,,,,,,,, ooooooooeooooeneocons...no Page Twenty one

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THE PYTHON '21 O00OOOOOOOQOOOQOOOOQOQOOOOOOOOQOQOOOOOOOQOOOOOOOOQG Class Will We, the high and mighty seniors of the class of 1921, knowing that we will soon leave our dear high school, and not wishing to see our talents and other necessary articles left to wither and die, do proclaim this our last will and testament on the first day of March I. DanieTD. Corl, do will and bequeath my fragant ink bottle of dead flies to Raleigh Sellers, who being a ladies' man, should appre- ciate perfume. I, Josephine Keller, do bequeath my ability to giggle at any and all times to Mary Jane Marvell. I, Katherine Vink, do bestow upon Miss Letha Weissert my beauti- ful curly hair, my temper and my wavering disposition, knowing she is most capable of taking good care of them. I, Ula M. Holdread, do bequeath my seat next the window and my marks to Eleanor Delp knowing she desires all kinds of marks, I, Virgil C. Hatfield, do hereby bequeath my angelic mood and ability to refrain from profanity to Arnold P. Spencer, deaming him a fitting receptacle for such. s I, Audra O. Harman, hereby bequeath my height to Berchard Welch. I, Zelma Ecker, do bequeath my prophetic ability to Helen Zinn and my hack of the latest model to Ollie B. Smith. I, Gen. Wood, do hereby bequeath and will my position as floor walker of B. H. S. to Dorothy Rittinger. I, Esther Neidig, do hereby bequeath and will my stationery and ability to write letters to Bee Hillis, who, no doubt, may use it in her South Bend business UD correspondence. I, Willa Watson, do hereby give and bequeath to Raleigh Sellers my excellent grades in Physics, thinking they should not leave said family. ' Page Twenty

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THE PYTHON '21 The Fajegf Chile 'Twas all on a summers day, when Chile took his leave. He wondered thru the forest, then by the haunted house. After passing this terrible sight, he could see a beautiful court. Peeking over the wall were roses rare. Treading on and on he finally reached the spot of Paradise. Choosing a cozy nook, with a honey suckle at his feet, and snow-balls at his head, he found it rather easy to fall asleep. Then there came a moment when he was not on his guard, sleep had captured him at last. Now the wood Imps had just been dismissed from their Kinder Garden course. The main path leading by this cozy Page Twenty-two nook, they could not help finding Chile. Everyone lending a helping hand, Chile was removed to the Vamp Dept. Chili had no sooner arrived, when he was awakened by a Ja Da-Ump-Da-Da-Da, and the pleading twang of a gui- tar. Rubbing his eyes, he managed to rise to his feet. Was it possible, sure enough she was alive. Her eyes seemed to make Chile restless. He had seen this face before, but where? As he closed his eyes,'the thought came to him, it was Beane, the girl of his dreams. One step, then two steps, Beane seemed to shrink. She entered the dragon's den, which portrayed many skulls and bones. The last ever heard or seen of Chile. was his plead- ing wail, Eanie-Meanie-Mo. an ooooooooooovoo ooooooovoo