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

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Senior Will We, the Senior class of 1920, being; of sound body and in our right mind, do make this our last will and testament. To the School Board we leave the legal right to pay the next years teachers enough money to have at least one square meal a day. To the faculty we leave a feeling of relief that they have not known in four years I, Ethel Adams, leave to Robert Hawkins all my study hall priviliges. ? ? ? Jessie Williams leaves to Marguerite Bloker all her shorthand transcriptions. I, Freddie McCoy, do bequeath to Tom Markey my position as a private stenog rapher to Mr. Oesch. Frank Wilks leaves—“this place forever.” Florence Comet leaves all her Senior dignity to Pearl Hall. I, Eunice Kelly, do bequeath to Terrell Fields all my E’s in bookkeeping. I, Virginia Taylor, do will and bequeath to Dow Edgerton my position as Editor-in-Chief of next year’s Cotton Blossom. I, Helen Cole, do bequeath to Mildred Elliott my privilege (?) of manipulating the “ivories” for every affair the High School has. I, Herman Jumper, do will to Fred Watkins the privilege of entertaining various members of the faculty with high-class cartoons. Pearl Arthur leaves all her English book reports to anyone who will have them. Eddie Juden leaves his name on all the desks. I, Clara Green, leave my ambition to become a basket ball player to Lenore Crider. I, Daisy Walker, do will and bequeath to Violet Gaddy my “rep.” In Witness Whereof, we have to this, our last will and testament, consisting of one sheet of paper, subscribed our name, this Twentieth day of May, 1920. (SEAL) Class o{ 1920

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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.

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