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

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“Bring: it in, Rosa. Perhaps it’s from some of the folks about whom we’ve just been talking. Yes, here’s a special delivery letter from Virginia. I was just going to tell you that she is a woman suffragist speaker, but this letter seems different. Well, Ethel, of all things, just look here! And she’s married! We won’t get to see her for some time either, for in this note inclosed with the announcement, she says that they will leave the twenty-fourth, why that’s today, for Hawaii on their honeymoon.” “Now, we’ve discussed every member of the Senior Class of 1920, and every one of them have done remarkably well, and some have shown real talent.” “Yes,” mused Ethel, “the dear old class is separated, no two very close together, but each filling his particular place in the world.” HOW WE KNOW ’EM PEARL, by her modesty. ETHEL, by her fantastic step. FREDDIE, by her voice. JESSIE, by her shortness. DAISY, by her beau. CLARA, by her quietness. EUNICE, by her meekness. HELEN, by her cuteness. VIRGINIA, by her blunders. HERMAN, by his remarks. FLORENCE, by her flirtations. FRANK, by his blushes. EDDDIE, by his temper. WANT ADS WANTED:—By the Senior Class, a patent whereby an annual can be published without either thought or effort. WANTED:—A valet, to draw my breath and every once in a while a salary. HERMAN JUMPER. WANTED:—A girl. Apply at once. FRANK WILKS. “My country for a woman.” EDDIE JUDEN. WANTED:—Most any thing. CLARA GREEN. WANTED:—A wig of black, curly hair. EUNICE KELLEY. WANTED:—Some means of telling whom I should choose—Eddie or Jimmie. Liberal reward. HELEN COLE. WANTED:—A partner who can dance the “shimmie.” Apply at once. FLORENCE COMET. WANTED:—A romantical love affair, filled with “ginger.” VIRGINIA TAYLOR. WANTED:—A method by which I may become tall and slender. Call at Democrat office. PEARL ARTHUR. WANTED:—A tutor of foreign language. A thorough knowledge of Greek required. Name your own price. DAISY WALKER. WANTED:—Someone to change my name. A happy home provided. FREDDIE M’COY. WANTED:—A place for life in the front seat of a “Case.” JESSIE WILLIAMS. WANTED:—Someone who can “keep step” with me for life. Name your salary. ETHEL ADAMS.

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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.

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Re mmiscences Helen remembers the day she was walking down the street with Jimmie and they met Eddie. Eddie promptly told her to choose between the two. And not knowing which to take, she gave an arm to each one and walked contentedly on. W. E. M. V. One day in English class, Mrs. Fields was giving a “so-called” lecture about the students. She had just complimented Eddie about his ability when she said, “There are some students here that have wonderful ability and others are perfect boneheads- • Ethel Adams.” What a pity my name is first in roll-call. Some people might think she meant it. E. A. I remember the exciting fall I had while coasting backwards down the hill on main street in Illmo and embracing the young man who was doing his best to entertain me. J. W. When Mrs. Fields left class for any occasion she usually let me teach in her place. But on this particular day before leaving she told us to write our lesson out and have it ready for her when she returned. I asked her to let me teach, but she and the pupils said“no.” Thinking she had gone I told the class that if they had kept quiet and let me teach they would not have had to recite. I heard a significant cough and turned to find Mrs. Fields by my side. I, of course, was frightened, but she, to my delight, only turned and walked out of the room. P. A. Never will I forget the day when several of we girls went to a near-by orchard for green apples. Just as we were leaving the orchard, our pockets filled with the fruit, Bang! went a pistol. Knowing that someone was near and that our lives were in danger, we took to our heels and for the next few minutes, green apples and school girls could be seen flying in every direction. F. C. Talking about reminiscences! The day Ethel and I stayed out at school all day and worked on the annual we did something which I shall never forget. When we went down stairs for a drink we slammed the office door shut and the latch was up. When we returned we found the door locked. There was nothing to do but get in through a window. But how? The windows were over a descending stair, but with the aid of a long pole the window was raised. Then the two of us carried a ladder from the basement three floors below, placed it on the stairway and leaned it under the window. The way Ethel held that ladder and I climbed up it and through the window outclasses “Doug” himself. F. M. Some domestic Science girls had forced Miss Jacobs to believe that there was no corn to be had nearer than eighteen miles from town. She at last consented to let them go, so they asked me to take them in my car. After getting “stuck” in a bed of rocks, taking the wrong road and almost getting stuck up again, and partly running off a bridge, we returned home about noon with some corn which we had purchased a half mile from town. F. W. I well remember the day the Junior class tried to entertain the Seniors with a picnic. We started before the granted time and sent some of the students back for chaperones. Mr. Goodin refused to let them go until 2:30, so we went on ahead. We had a most enjoyable time but that ended the next morning when we were summoned to the office and politely informed that we could have two more days for picnics (?) D. W. I remember when a “bunch” of us had planned a sunrise breakfast for the next morning. The boys worked on the ear all night and were to call us at 5:00 the next morning. When they had finished working on the car one of the boys looked at his watch and saw that it was five o’clock, so they came over and hurried us for they said the sun would soon be up. When we got to the appointed place and were busy-getting breakfast, one of the girls happened to look at her watch and saw that it was only three o’clock! No more sun-rise breakfasts for me. V. T.