Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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BRIM FIELD HIGH SCHOOL IGaat Hill attb (Ecatauuntt WE, the Seniors of the Brimfield High School, of the town of Brimfield, of the age of four years, and being of sound mind and memory do make, publish and declare this our last will and testament in the manner following: Upon the honorable and deserving Juniors, of whom we are predecessors, we bestow our originality and progressiveness. Also we bequeath to them our colors (which they have stolen) and last, but far from least, our position in High School. To the all unhonorable and undeserving Sophomores, we do bequeath our common sense and the ability to use it. To the Freshmen we bequeath our congenial class spirit and our love of study. Be it remembered by all present that the following do hereby make their last will and testament in manner following: I, Kenneth E. Yoakam, do give and bequeath my superfluous time to Cy Maher—this is an age of specialization. I, Hubert S. Chichester, wish to bestow my politics upon John Dungan, as nearest of kin and my stand in with the girls to Willard Weidner. I, Elsie Elizabeth Cobb, do give and bequeath my adjectives to Wilbert Best and my sarcasm to Willis Kingdom I, Madaline Burt, do here solemnly bequeath my voice to Charlie Caldwell who shows some desire to be a musician. We, Alma M. Dungan and Virginia A. Murdoch, give and bequeath our habits of segregation to Mary Clute and Helen Dungan and our love of a good time to the High School in general. I, Ethel A. Memler, do give and bequeath my love of mischief to Florence Wagner, my ability as a rapid adder to Julia Hindie and my even temper to Miss Ethel Baird. I, Betty Marie Pulsipher, bestow my ability as a runner to Donald Hunt—which ability added to his, may win him a place in the realm of his ambition. I, Earl Maher, wish to bestow my grit on Leland Pacey and my patience upon Charlie Caldwell. I, Ruth Hayes, wish to bequeath my position at the organ stool to Olive Porter and my note books to all belated pleasure seekers. 15

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THE SPECTATOR 1913 guimtrt bg “Mlg Wnrbatiuirtlj” WHY art thou silent? Is thy tongue an instrument Of peace and quietude—rather than war? And still so silent ? Dear! I do deplore That there is naught to say! No plea to grant ? Yet have I oft been vigilant—where now I am slack, But can you not forgive me ? No, you can’t! Yes, it was wrong—and what is more ’Twas witty. Though it was a ditty That lacked thought. Be not too critical, Speak though it were to shut me out, And leave me desolate! We wish to know since when Ruth’s pen name has been Billy Wordsworth and why Miss Baird did not recognize the selection. (gnnb-lur, (01b Good-bye old house—I shall not soon forget you, The record of so much eventful time. The walls have ears they say, I beg you cherish Each secret that you may have heard of mine. —Pomeroy gaalm nf tljr nttnr Aritlimrttr (Hlaaa Miss Baird is my teacher: I shall not pass, She maketh me to add up long columns; she exposeth my ignorance before the whole class. She restoreth my sorrow: she causeth me to devise deceitful methods for my grade’s sake. Yea. though I study until midnight, I shall gain no knowledge for stocks and bonds sorely puzzle me, and partial payments they distress me. She prepareth a test of great length for me; she giveth me a low grade. My tears runneth over. Surely distress shall follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the Senior class forever. Amen. 14

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 -A Beat Caldwell Maher Flnnnigan learned Hlndle Weldner TH E SPECTATOR 1913