Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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11 R I M F IE L I) HIGH SCHOOL Then there was John Clute, who married Ella Cowles. Also the children of Harvey and James Fisher. Maud Fisher married Frank Reed, who drove some five or six miles to attend our school. Frank had one crippled hand; hut he could knock a ball farther with one hand than most hoys could with two. Then there were the Bowmans, the Moss boys, the Corcorans, the Silloway sisters, John Johnson, Maze Herrington, the Haywards, the Hamiltons, the Watsons, the Wymans, the Stansburys, the Wileys, the Chamberlains, the Lambleys, the Dunn girls, the Atens, the Pope brothers, and the Moles brothers. John Moles joined the ministry. His brother, Oliver, has been a principal of a school for many years. I will never forget Bert Blanchard. He was quite a penman, and was always drawing something. He is now the head engineer of some railway system with offices in St. Louis. One reason I can’t forget him is the fact that one day we were playing crack the whip, and Bert was the last man on the cracker. When the whip cracked, Bert took a header into one of the trees and it knocked him crazy, and we had to take him home. By the way, Dr. Blanchard, Bert’s father, superintended planting those trees and if you will look at them, you will notice that they are set out in circles and semi circles. The last I heard of my old friend, Charlie Moss, he was Brimfield’s peace advocate; and he wore a star which every one respected on account of Charlie’s size. Then there were Seth Freeman’s children; Charlie is now on the old farm; the Burt sisters from west of town, and Ida Burt, now Mrs. Yocum. I can’t forget how Ida used to eat green gooseberries in school, and on state occasions sing alto and speak the “One Horse Shay.’’ And I must not forget the McCoys who came in from French Grove. Joe, poor fellow, met with an accident which has caused us all to extend our heartfelt sympathy for many years. Joe was surely some orator. I still remember how every drop of my blood would tingle and cry out for war when he recited that poem about Sheridan’s ride. I am glad I can not hear him recite that poem now, for fear it might tempt me to start for Europe to join the allies or the Germans; and believe me, I think there are enough people being “ditched” over there without any of my help. I no doubt have neglected to mention many whose names have been forgotten. But I cannot close without mentioning Amelia Baggs, who lived near Slocums, on the Peoria road. One day Professor Miller announced to our arithmetic class that the next day he w'ould present a new geography to the one who gave the best explanation of how to obtain the greatest common divisor. On the morrow Amelia Baggs and myself were si

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