Casey High School - Flame Yearbook (Casey, IL)

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■ Hazel Shrider With eyes of blue Ami golden hair. She fares life Without a rare. ■ Elwood Davis I slept and dreamed That life was beauty, I awoke and found That life was duty. ■ Lillian Squires She has wit And she has will. And her tongue Is never still. ■ Glen Funk Happy am I, From rare I am free; Why ran't they all Sleep as easy as me. ■ Franklin Townsend Of all the terrible noises There's nothing could he worse Than the awful chug and grinding Of Franklin's ear when in reverse. ■ Doris Shigks Her good points there are many. Her faults are very few. To write enough about her Is impossible to do. ■ Opal Reisner Big and stout, an' round about. An jolly as ran be; Why ran't all you hoys and girls Be contented just like me. ■ Loren Gardner The courage of a Caul, A “wow in football, A fast man in truck; Too bud he ran't come buck. ■ Gerald Todd He plays in the Orchestra. He plays in the Band. He ran pluy a cornet Bight out of your bund. ■ Anna Seewer I'm just a high school girl. In a world so hig and large; I quietly try to break the swirl Down the current of life, in my barge. 17

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■ Carl Littlejohn Studious, pleasant Init ull to himself; You never hear him acting an elf: But when you know him you will see A better friend could never he. ■ Geneva Funk To he hashful is rather old-fashioned. To he shy is being tongue tied; So even though I'm neither one I’m really not dignified. ■ Maxine Pearce Such a modest little maid. Her friends are many score; She never loses friendship But keeps on making more. ■ Clarence Sidwell Industrious, studious and clever; In his hat he should have a feature B; But if he doesn't lie'll still remain A hoy with a great hig brain. ■ Ralph Walters They call him “Red,” Tin reason is plain; It's because of the locks That cover his brain. ■ Margaret Fox For quite a while I've tried and tried But I just can't appear dignified; It's such a preposterous situation To find one's self at graduation. ■ Algene Foster If she will, she will And you may depend on t; And if she won't, she won't And there's the end on’t. ■ Medford Stewart A pleasant disposition. Polite ami manly, too; If someone wants a real good sport We're recommending you. ■ John Jenuine Though his hair is ruff And lie really is tuff. His heart will not sway When a girl is in his way. Mary Funk I love the cows and chickens. But people are such a pest; Of all my living relatives I love myself the best. 16

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■ Ileane Larkins He hails from Westfield. That hrown haired lad That cheers Ileane When she is sad. ■ Hershel Gardner My words fly up. My thoughts remain helow; Words without thoughts Never to heaven go. ■ Dean Trout Oh! Time Turn backward in thy flight And muke Dean study For just one night. ■ Ruth Miller She studies hard and makes the grades. She's our tennis star. She's an all-around good athlete And excels most all hy far. ■ Floretta La Rue Full of fun And laughter, too; Her laughter often Helps her through. ■ Forrest Mills I say little Hut think the more. But on the valley team I worked hard to help the score. ■ Harold Schawver Some prefer the Lilly But 1 prefer the Rose With her velvet hrown complexion And her tiny turned up nose. ■ Madelin Greever A Senior with lots of height. With hoys she’s been known to fight; In her looks she scratches Learning the Poem Patches. ■ Elbert a Brown A modest student Of sober “Phis. Who studies well And minds her biz. ■ Arthur Miller I'm just a wee hit hashful. I've always been that way; Now girls don't get excited I'll get over that some day. 18