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

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History A Freshman’s life is said to be “A Comedy of Errors’’ and though there were plenty of errors made by the class of ’20 during its Freshman year the Comedy failed to be staged. As Sophmores, our number was somewhat smaller but we were wiser and made our teachers fairly rave at the Caesar translations that we’d give from day to day. As Juniors, our number still decreased. No more Caesar and no more Geometry for us. We were through with those things forever! During this year some of us took bookkeeping and while a few barely made both ends meet, most were on the verge of being sent “over the road’’ for insufficient funds when the books were audited. And now, 1920 finds thirteen of us who “hung on.” We are this year undertaking the publication of the fourth volume of the Cotton Blossom. We are nearing the end of our high school life and soon our class will scatter to the four winds. When we were in the lower grades we sometimes thought the teachers were rather harsh, but now as we are about to leave this dear old high school life and enter upon the duties of another, we experience a feeling of pride and regret and to those of you who may feel mistreated or have a dislike for a life in school, take it from us who are experienced, “school days are THE days.’’ SOPHOMORE-SENIOR DITTY Lives there a pupil With soul so dead, Whose colors are not Green and red? Of such a thing I cannot speak, He surely must be A world-wide freak! I cannot imagine Of such a fellow, His colors must be Black—and yellow! Signed:— Seniors and Sophs, Inc

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EUNICE KKI.LKY, “Silence is prolden.” She’s a mine. FRANK WII.KS, “I wish the teachers wouldn’t ask me so often for information. It makes me blush to have them think I know more than they.” Secretary Annual Staff. CLARA GRHRN, By her solemnity you can see she is deeply in love.

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A Senior Prophecvj As the train rolled into Union Station, St. Louis, on November 24, 1924, Ethel Adams, an intelligent looking young woman, got off and was cordially greeted by one of her High School chums, Mrs. Jim Tim Norment, formerly Miss Jessie Williams. “Here you are at last! And I could hardly wait to see you.” exclaimed Jessie. “Yes, I was rather afraid that my duties would keep me away, but what might have been doesn’t matter as long as I am here,” returned Ethel. “Well, I should say not! Here, come on over to the car and we will soon be home.” It doesn’t take a Packard long to measure distance and in a shorter time than can be imagined the car stopped before one of the prettiest dwellings on Olive. Ethel was shown to her room, and after a few minutes spent in making her toilette, was back in the capacious living room. “Oh, Jessie, how good it does seem to be with you once .more! I know this will be one of the happiest Thanksgivings I have ever spent.” said Ethel as she rushed into the room and gave Jessie another affectionate hug. “Well, Ethel, I have planned something for every minute of your stay except tonight, but I thought perhaps----” “Oh, don’t go anywhere tonight. Let’s just stay here and talk over ‘old times.’ especially our Senior days,’’ broke in Ethel, for once forgetting her manners. “That’s exactly what I was going to propose and that’s what we will do.” After a good dinner they returned to the living room where the talk began. “Where’s Freddie now? When was the last time you heard from Daisy? Is Clara still teaching shorthand? Where is she this year? What’s Frank doing? When--------” “Well, Jessie, please let me answer those questions and ask a few myself before you ask any more,” interrupted Ethel, shaking with laughter. “I had a letter from Freddie three days ago and she is with her husband in California. You know he is to be the next Governor of New York. She told me that she had recently had letters from Helen Cole and Florence Comet. Helen is in a musical conservatory in Boston and ‘Flo’ is a fancy dancer on ‘Broadway.’ I haven’t heard from Daisy in some time, but when I last heard she was in the Missouri University taking a course in journalism.” “Clara is now shorthand instructor in Gem City Business College and Frank is the largest cattle raiser in Missouri. He lives in Freemont.” “And now give me your reports, please, I'm tired,” said Ethel, as she proceeded to make herself comfortable while listening to Jessie’s narrative. “Well, I heard from Pearl not long ago and she’s now visiting with relatives in the Ozarks. You’ve read her latest book, no doubt, which caused so much favorable comment from all the literary men.” “Herman has succeeded Bud Fisher as the world’s best cartoonist, and Eddie is Professor of History at Yale.” “Eunice is enjoying the life of a prosperous farmer’s wife and Virginia—there’s the door bell.” “Some mail, madam, said the maid of the house.