Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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dje Spectator, 1924 )t Class of ’24 Do you ask me what I’m dreaming, As I watch the embers glow? Oh I’m dreaming of dear old B. H. S. And the days of long ago. I live again those happy days, Those days that’ve gone before; I see again that happy class, The class of twenty-four. Elise, our talented musician, Has married an English lord And through the streets of London She’s recklessly driving a Ford. The last I heard of William He was farming in Iowa, He and his wife are happy, And getting richer every day. Lucille is living in New York And is a social butterfly; The boys all try to flirt with her When she goes strolling by. And have you heard of Max? A United States Senator is he. And we surely did miss him, When he left for Washington, D. C. In a dear little beauty parlor On a busy Chicago street, Ruth is trying to beautify All those she chances to meet. NINETEEN

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Clje Spectator, 1924 Cfje Hast H)tll and Testament of tfje Class of ’24 We, the undersigned members of the Senior Class of 1924, being sound in both minds and bodies, do hereby make, publish and declare this our last will and testament. That we do declare all former codicils, covenants, and instruments made, declared and published by us to be null and void. The present covenant being, to-wit: I, Elise Roberts, do give and bequeath my musical ability to Theodore Plack, and my red hair to Lois Bateman. I, Ruth Slayton, do give and bequeath my heart smashing ability to Ardle Maher, and my lip-stick and eye-brow pencil to Dorothy Plack. I, Esther Maher, do give and bequeath my mischevious ways to Rivard Day, and my ability as a speaker to Otto Plack. I, Lavina Plack, do give and bequeath my ability as a student to William Plumer, and my tatting ability to Clifford Cady. I, Florence Clark, do give and bequeath my winning ways to Mary Miars, and my fascinating brown eyes to Mildred Butts. I, Lucille LaFollette, do give and bequeath my curls to Conrad Rose, and my giggles to Walter Meyer. I, Willis Corney, do give and bequeath my big feet to Lester Kingdon, and my innocent expression to Della Bragg. I, Jesse Hurder, do give and bequeath my politeness to Joseph Hayes, and my Valentino hair to Charles German. I, Max Hayes, do give and bequeath all my high school sweethearts to Justus Roberts, and my “cut up” ways in class to Lorena Tucker. I, Lloyd Wilson, do give and bequeath my position on the All-Star Basketball Team to Archie Smith, and my pole vaulting ability to John Minor. I, Ivan Curran, do give and bequeath my ability as a cartoonist to Harold Shane. I, William Catton, do give and bequeath my ability as a sprinter to Harold Cecil, and my sweetheart to my dear friend, Clarence Shane. We, the graduating class of 1924, do give and bequeath to the long suffering Faculty forevermore, peace of mind. We hereby appoint Mr. Sheumate as sole executor of this, our Last Will and Testament. (Signed) SENIOR CLASS, 1924. EIGHTEEN

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Cf)c Spectator, 1924 Lloyd is now a farmer And is living north of town, And the other day he told me He was the happiest man around. And have you heard of Florence? She’s traveling now in France; Perhaps you won’t believe it, She’s teaching the peasants to dance. Willis is a lawyer Living way out west, Pleading many cases And climbing to success. Lavina is the same girl We knew in olden day, She’s editor of “Jubilee News” At least that’s what they say. Oh, Ivan is traveling in Italy, Studying Italian art; And strange as it may seem He’s a victim of Cupid’s dart. Jesse is doubling Fairbanks And people think he’s grand; He’s a wonderful actor, And the hero of movie-land. What of me did you say? A happy old maid am I, Dreaming of old B. H. S., And of davs gone by. —E. A. M„ ’24. TWENTY