Caruthersville High School - Cotton Blossom Yearbook (Caruthersville, MO)

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Senior Class History H IKTY-ONE of us entered the Freshman Class ijjy in the Fall of 1913. We had our share of pleasures and difficulties, as is always the lot of Freshies. The year 1914 found us twenty Sophomores, with fond memories of the eleven, who had dropped out. No class, before or since, could surpass us in efforts to translate Caesar and to solve problems in Geometry, but we dare not tell how little our efforts accomplished. During that year some of our classmates signed away, as the result of an April-fool prank, nothing less than “playing hookey,” their rights to disobey the teachers and laws of the school. Eighteen of our number returned to school in the Fall of the Junior year. While Juniors, we did many wonderful things. The Mikado will always be remembered as one of the remarkable feats of our school life. Our American History class claims the honor of having fought, in the class room, every battle of the Civil War. In 1916 began our glorious year. We were indeed dignified, but no privileges came to us except those we took without the knowledge of the teachers. We were brave enough to undertake the publication of the first annual our school has ever published. We are not certain as to the success of it, but we have hopes for its success. Six of our number are taking the Teachers’Training Course, hence they maybe-come teachers and get revenge upon the children for the way they themselves were treated while in school. It is with a feeling of mingled pleasure and sadness that we leave the old school and the many happy days spent within its walls, behind us. c — 19 —

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Class 1916-17 MILDRED WARDEN Quo Vadis Her voice was ever soft and low an excellent thin ? in women. Shakespeare PA lT LINE WOLI SON Quo Vadis 'Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax. Lonjf fellow 18—

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 Class Prophecy Here’s to the class of Seventeen (Based on things we’ve seen;) A few words to prophesy, Things .you’ll do bye and bye. Sylvia Stancil, a poetry “shark,” Always ready for a lark; Her ideals do not reach far, A brown-stone front and a touring car. Pauline Wolfson, a damsel fair, The lass with a wealth of curly hair, Her ambition—who can tell— We think she’ll be a society belle. Mildred Warden, silent and deep Is quite a walker in her sleep; She will teach for four years more Then stop, ’cause teaching is a bore. Gladys Nichols is quite a sage, Young for her looks, in spite of her age; She will live by keeping books, And be the very best of cooks. Paris Cunningham, we can say, Far from home he soon will stray. In some far town he'll make his stack. Then pay his bdls with yellow-backs. Emma Shepard, stately and tall, Her fond hope: to make some man fall For her yellow hair and grey-blue eyes. Those winning smiles and clever lies. Roy Farrow, that bold, bad lad, Around his eyes he looks so sad. He has prospects by the score To be chief clerk in a grocery store. Picture a head of auburn hair, Edna Cunningham so debonair; She will have such stylish clothes. Never will be passed by a beau. —20—