Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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CJ)c spectator, 1924 Junior Class ©fftcerS President........... Vice-President...... Secretary-Treasurer. Class Colors—Orchid and White . . Harry Fuson Homer Hurder Dorothy Plack Class Flower—Sweet Peas JHstorp of tfje Class of ’25 From a land of endless play, where they who belong know neither pain nor sorrow, to a land of endless toil, we, the Class of ’25, passed in September, 1913. Many memories of those first days still linger in our minds; dim pictures of our beloved teachers, as they smiled away some imaginary trouble, or pacified two childish warriors. As we grew, we forgot the habits and thoughts of those play days and gradually acquired habits of industry—always essential to success. At last those eight years came to an end and on September 12, 1921, twenty Freshmen entered Brimfield High School. Due more to our numbers and individual fighting ability than to any motive on our part, we were, after a few weeks of torment, given official recognition by the upper classmen. On September 28, we held our first class meeting. Dorothy Plack was elected President, and William Carter Secretary. At this meeting we decided to give a masquerade party on October 28. After a lot of work and endless worry our “shindig” came off—successfully, we hope, and owing to the quantity of our “eats,” the upper classes again voted us “regular fellows.” . Nothing else of much importance occurred during our first year, and after three months of vacation we returned in September as Sophomores. Being nothing loath to follow tradition, we joined wi£h the Juniors and Seniors in that amusing little game of teasing the “Greenhorns,” which we did- as we do all things—well. Other pursuits called some of our members and we found upon examining the assembly at 9:15 that only sixteen Sophomores daily plodded to B. H. S. At a regular class meeting the following officers were elected: Ruth Memler, President and Dorothy Plack, Secretary-Treasurer. Following the custom of those who had gone before, we prepared to give our first party, a weiner roast, in Clark’s woods. This event was noted, as all other of our parties, for the eats,—for have we not as clever a bunch of cooks as can be found? Father Time, stopping not for man nor maid, followed his old habits, and nine months of school came rapidly to a close, finding us Juniors. Again a vacation and again we came back (too old and dignified to torment Freshmen) with an established place in high school, and a vague hope that on some distant day we might graduate. Believing variety the spice of life, we elected Harry Fuson, President; Homer Hurder, Vice-President, and Dorothy Plack, Secretary. Since the B. H. S. S. T. A. had taken care of the social life of the school, we had nothing to look forward to, save the Junior-Senior reception, the making or breaking of all Junior classes. As this Spectator goes to press before the reception, we do not know whether we shall pass that ordeal creditably or not, but we live in hopes. Four of our members were chosen on the Annual Staff, and readers, judge for yourselves. We now feel prepared to take that final step in high school to become Seniors. TWENTY-FIVE —M. P.. ’25.

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Ctjc Spectator, 1024 junior Class Back row, left to right Dorothy Plack Harold Plumer Marguerite Porter Walter Meyer Center row, left to right Harry Fuson Lester Kingdon Edwin Bragg Mary Miars Front row, left to right Clarence Shane Winifred Slayton Lois Bateman Melva LaFollette Homer Hurder Forrest Catton (not shown) TWENTY-FOUR

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Cfjc Spectator, 1024 junior Class |3oem This is the Class of ’25, Which numbers up to thirteen, While in work they do strive, For honors they can dream. Eddie is so full of fun, That Lester can not work, And Dorothy has to run, So Lois will not shirk. Walter is our conscientious student, And for knowledge Marguerite can’t be beat, While Clarence is our plod horse, Harry is our sheik. Mary keeps well to her task, And Melva represents our brass, And all the work Winifred does, Harold can’t surpass. And although I most generally get by, I am afflicted with the same disease, But just the same I lie On the lame plane as the rest of these. —H. V. H„ ’25. WILL WE EVER KNOW WHY - Harry is such a ladies’ man? Dorothy has such snappy brown eyes? Walter casts such wistful glances at a certain Senior girl? Melva likes hills and Dales? They call Homer “Mat”? Clarence is so bashful ? Marguerite gets so many A’s in Ec.? Lester won’t dance? Lois likes to go joy riding when the mercury is twenty below? Mary loves to dance? Eddie likes “Three O’clock in the Morning,” especially on basketball trips? Harold is so tall ? Winifred is so good-natured? TWENTY-SIX