Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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Cljc Spectator, 1924 Mentors CLASS OFFICERS President......................................Willis Corney Vice-President................................William Catton Secretary-Treasurer.................Lucille LaFollette Colors—Scarlet and Grey Flower—American Beauty Rose Motto—Don’t be a crank; be a self-starter. SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Four years ago our fathers sent forth to Brimfield Township High School, a new class, thirty in number, wonderful in talent, and dedicated to the proposition that the class of 1924 is greater than others. Its members, twelve in number, have finished the fourth year of their high school course, having tested and proven that at least a few of the original class, so dedicated, and so talented, cannot be surpassed. We would now express our appreciation of those who here gave their all that this school might excel. The renowned Seniors who struggled here have won a reputation which is far above my power to improve. The world will little note nor long remember what I say here, but it can never forget what the Seniors did here. The gifts to the school, the successful Lyceum course, and honest labor given for the Alma Mater all reflect creditably. It is for the following classes to be dedicated to the lifework left before them, that from these celebrated and illustrious members of the Senior class they should take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion. That we here highly resolve that those renowned students shall not have worked in vain, that the class of 1924 shall be blessed with even greater accomplishments, and that this class, the Seniors of Brim-field High School, and the pride of their teachers, shall not perish from the earth. — M. M. H., ’24. FOURTEEN

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3n iHemortam marguerite alice reinhart Born December 4, 1904 Died December 26, 1923 Member of the Class of 1923 CARL DAVID SHANE Born November 5, 1906 Died October 19, 1923 Member of the Class of 1924 THIRTEEN

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£f)c Spectator, 1924 §la$$ 39ropf)ecp Ten long years have elapsed since the Class of ’24 completed its high school course. It is pleasant to recall the events of those years. In all this time, however, I have neither seen nor heard from any of my old classmates. My greatest wish is that they might be here to enjoy, with me, my success. After leaving high school, I completed an electrical course and then turned to invention—my greatest ambition. At this work I enjoyed only ordinary success, until I stumbled onto a device, which, when made public, startled the world and made me famous over night. My invention was in the nature of a combination fishing outfit, consisting of a fold-up seat, pole, hook, and worm catcher—all being electrically manipulated. My invention was known as “The Tourists’ Delight.” I immediately had it patented and put on the market, where it proved so popular that I was forced to occupy the largest office building in New York City. Long hours and continual nervous strain wrecked my health, and upon the advice of my physician, I decided to spend three months’ vacation in the west, where I hoped to meet some of my old classmates. June 14. As I sat in my private car on the Twentieth Century Limited today, there fell upon my ears a familiar feminine voice. Upon looking for the owner, I saw a tall, handsome young man dressed in a blue uniform, approaching up the aisle. He was crying in accents wild, “Chocolate bars, apples, oranges, peanuts, chewing gum,” etc. As he drew nearer the resemblence seemed more marked, and at last I recognized him to be none other than Lloyd Wilson. Great was my joy when Lloyd sat down and related the happenings of the past ten years. After leaving high school, he spent two years in a seminary where he starred in all athletic events. But it seems he could not resist doing things unbecoming to a minister, and he was thrown out of school. He returned home, but his parents refused to welcome their prodigal son, so he was forced to shift for himself. It did not prove so great a struggle as might be surmised, for Mrs. Wilson had become sole owner of the Heinz Pickle corporation. She is living in San Francisco where Lloyd spends his week-ends. As my train was nearing the next stop, Chicago, I had to bid Lloyd good-bye, promising to look him up if I ever went to San Francisco. June 16. Here I am back again on the train, after spending two days in the Windy City. Those two days have proved very happy ones for me, for no sooner had I gotten off the train than I was accosted by a taxi driver, and upon scrutinizing his face, to my great joy, I found it to be Ivan Curran. I had him drive me to the Blackstone Hotel, where he left me with the promise FIFTEEN