Canton High School - Flash Yearbook (Canton, MO)

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THE CANTON FLASH SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Not so longago a group of Canton's boys and girls under the general name of freshmen entered Canton High School on Monday, September 7, 1931. Along with the proverbial green we were exceedingly timid. Then came initiation. Somehow we survived the terrible ordeal of rendering the high school song to the student body. With Mr. Winn as sponsor and Nellie Figgins as class president we were able to withstand a lot of knocks and come up smiling. Now at the dawn of a new year, we went a step in advance as sopho- mores. Some of the teachers may have wondered at our being there. But with the careful guidance of Miss Tapley as sponsor and Tody Westhoff as class president, we found our part to do. One thing was that of initiat- ing the freshmen. This year we had one new member, Marjorie Wilson, whom we were glad to have with us. Juniors! ,What a thrill! With Glen Miller as president and 'Mrs. Gloeser as class sponsor, we were bound to have clear sailing. We had two new members: namely, Helen Maddox and Marian Branson. The out- standing event of the year was the presentation of Safety First , on February 16. Now we are Seniors! Glen Miller is president and Mr. Ellis, our class sponsor. New students are Phyllis Bertram, Pauline Clevidence, June Posner, Madeline Baugher, Mary Jo Gruber, and Charles Harrison. This year we have attempted to blaze the trail for the coming classes. At our assembly, we gave a mock school day, striving to give more or less accurate impersonations of the teachers. Other events are the Annual and the Senior Class Play. The time when we must part is not faroff. So here's to you, dear old C. H. S.- Cheerio. CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1935, being in our right mind Cin spite of ten- page testsj, and being conscious of the fact that we will soon leave dear old C. H. S., do hereby make our last will and testament and bequeath our possessions and estates as follows: To the Faculty, we leave our impar- tiality and sweetness of disposition, to be used for lightening the burdens of future seniors. To the Board we bequeath the suggestion that they furnish the oncoming Seniors with rocking chairs and cots. ' To the Juniors, we leave all our debts with the wish that they be paid at once. To the Sophomores, we bequeath the editorship of the next Annual, and request that they use the same ingenuity they displayed in the editing of the Snooper. To the Freshmen, we bequeath all the worn-out books in the library, with the desire that they be given a happy home. To the Seventh and Eighth Grades, we leave our dignity and quietness in the halls, with the request that they use it.

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THE CANTON FLASH I wonder if Carlyle came? After this sort of introduction, we felt quite at home, and decided to go sight-seeing. We boarded a bus-o-rocket, and Phyllis pulled out the pocket television set she had just invented, so that we would be able to see more of the sights. All at once, We heard beautiful music! We looked closely at the screen and saw Waneta Wood playing a notorious march, Here Comes the Bride, on her banjo-ukelele. She was accompanied by Beulah Marks on the piano. We looked for the bride and-well, our eyes were met by the sight of June Posner and Calvin Shanks tap-dancing down the aisle. arm in arm, as if they knew what it was all about. The wedding was about to take place with Charles Stowe as master of ceremonies, when Richard Hulsebus rushed in to whisper in Calvin's ear that he had forgotten the wedding ring. Charles Rogers and Juanita Lillard could be heard in the distance singing, It's June in January. This took the attention of the crowd while Calvin found the ring. We regretfully turned off the television set, and walked up to the second deck of the bus to see A Little Bit of Heaven. We didn't see heaven, but we saw other sights almost as inter- esting. Way down below on Honey Moon Lake, we saw Mary Katherine and Charles Harrison enjoying the second day of their happy wedded life. As the world turned slowly on its beautifully painted pink and White axis, we saw Nellie Figgins, displaying the temper which helped her step into Garbo's shoes in Hollywood. Soon a tiny farm house appeared. Who was that so gracefully feeding the chickens? Why it was Mercedes Young, who had just married a farmer boy. We were just envying her happy life, when -lo! something happened! Standing by Sam Law was Warner Smith, the greatest police officer in the universe. He had just witnessed a duel be- tween Sam and some Frenchman, and had heard Sam say he didn't care a thing about Laws . Warner, being a very sensible policeman, let Sam off on the promise that he'd never break another law till next time. We were so very excited after all these adventures that We decided to quiet our nerves by going to the Ritzy Theater. Heading the bill were the Frances Triplets, Frances Stork, Honaker, and Wagner. They had become universally famous dancers, and their program was directed by Margaret Graham. We had packed our toothbrushes and started home when-well, what did happen? Oh, it's morning and this was only a dream. Do you suppose it will ever come true?

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THE CANTON FLASH PERSONAL BEQUESTS I, Lucille Baker, bequeath my lisp to Evangeline Bader. I, Madeline Baugher, bequeath Everett to the school--it needs an as- sistant janitor. I, Phyllis Bertram, bequeath my shy, retiring manner to Pauline Racette. I, Marian Branson, refuse to bequeath Carlyle to anyone. I, Pauline Clevidence, bequeath my love for old C. H. S. students to Lucretia Johnson. I, Nellie Figgins, bequeath my shares in the American Bridge Co. to Helen Lillard. I, Mary Jo Gruber, bequeath my outside interests to Jean Stein. I, Margaret Graham, bequeath my initiative to the editor of next year's Annual. I, Frances Honaker, bequeath my unconcerned attitude to anyone who Wishes it. I, Lillian Jones, bequeath my pep and energy to Janelle Jennings. I, Juanita Lillard, bequeath my nose for news to Genevieve Schlager. I, Helen Maddox, bequeath my interests in Wayland to anyone inter- ested in that section. I, Beulah Marks, bequeath my executive ability to Harold Davis. I, June Posner, bequeath my claims to the song J une in January to Kenneth Wolf-the old maestro. I, Genevieve Rogers, bequeath the lead in the Senior Play to Virginia Teninty. I, Frances Stork, bequeath my nickname of Buster to Doris Baker. I, Lucille Wagner, bequeath my curly hair to Rita Milburn. I, Frances Wagner, bequeath my reserved attitude to Amy Wood. I, Marjorie Wilson, bequeath my love for Hannibal to Mary Adeline Perry. I, Mary Katherine Witt, bequeath my dancing ability to Norma May- field. I, Mary Wolf, bequeath my graceful Walk to Mary D. Rogers. I, Waneta Wood, bequeath my red hair to Winston Munns. I, Mercedes Young, leave my bright remarks to anyone who has nerve enough to use them.