Chester High School - Summit Yearbook (Chester, IL)

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CLAUDE STANLEY. i i i ! I ! I i i i i i ! I I I ! I “H. R. M.’ Claudius. “What’s all this row about’ Baseball 2. Basket Ball 1-2-3-4. Class Basket Ball 1-2-3-4. Class Play “Clarence”. HAZEL YORK Entered from Springorton. Attended first semester. ROBERT SMITH. “Bob”. “Gee. She’s wild”. Foot Ball Captain '24. Basket Ball 1-2-3-4. Class Basket Ball 1-2-3. Snap Shot Editor “Summit”. PACjE 15

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MARTHA PAULUS. “Mart”. “Say, have you got any gum”? Capt. Hiking Club. Girl's Glee Club 3. Joke Editor “Summit” 2 4. Sophomore Secretary and Treasurer. Senior President. Class Play, “Clarence”. THOMAS KENNEDY. “Tom Kat”. “Bring me a soap box”. Editor “Summit 24. Class Play, “Clarence”. HILDA HEUER. “Hawyer”. “Huh I thot so”. Girl’s Glee Club 2-3. Hiking Club. Class Play, “Clarence”.

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Senior Class Prophecy. “To Be Or Rot To Be. On the rail of the steamboat “Promise” leans a man. about thirty eight years old. He appears tired and travel worn, but bears nevertheless a remarkable resemblance to Thomas Kennedy. It is he. Thomas, the wanderer, is returning to God’s country, to the land of ease, after twenty years of hard life in the Orient. The sky in the East is beginning to color a delicate pink. Silently the ship noses her way through the Golden Gate, past Fort Winfield Scott, and as she rounds the point into the bay, San Francisco reveals herself, shining in glory, like an alabaster city of the Arabian Nights, she lies resplendent, scintillating in the morning sun. San Francisco is the same, noisy congested traffic, cold damp air, although, this morning free from fog. As I go strolling down California Avenue, things begin to happen. “Wuxtra. Poiper”, rings the time wo.n call, I buy one. of course. I tuck the paper under my arm and go in'c a tabacconist’s for a cigar. “Great Scott”! Who’s that? Why its Grace Bockhorn “Oh. Yes, I own five cigar stores down here, and I’m doing fine”. Gee. isn’t that queer running into her like that. About midway down the block, a man is posting up bills on an enormous bill board. I stop to watch, my eyes widen, in thirty seconds one could knock them off with a stick. “What do I see”? Well look yourself. Robert Smith and Rudelle Fritze, supported by an all star cast in the “Stranded Shiek”. I have hardly recovered from this shock when—“what did you say”? “You’re Claude Stanley. Yes, I’m Claude Stanley”. “Certainly I’m Tomkat, the VHe Germ, etc., but, Claude what are you doing here, and where is Hazel”? “ Sh. Sh. I’ve made a fortune on my new invention; a vest pocket size adjustable neck for short people, and I’m taking Hazel and her hubby, no you don’t know him. for a trip. So long old scout”. While staggering along from the shock of these recent occurences I hail a taxi and as the Golden Gate Park suggests itself to be a quiet restful spot in which to soothe my shattered wits, I go there. There under a spreading eucalypte’s tree. I proceed to explore my paper. On the front page: Lawrence Colvis makes fortune from his invention of an ad- justable safety pin. Senator Herbert Juergens (Dem.) from Illinois claims credit for talking Senator Lodge to death. Maurice Coyle, “Jim , New York’s famous stock broker engaged to famous chorus beauty. John Bernasek, and the Paulus twins will give a recitation at the Municipal Band Stand this evening. Mr. Bernasek and the Paulus sisters are native of southern Illinois. On the society page: Mrs. Hilda Heuer Robin will entertain this evening. Mrs. Hilda Heuer Robin is chairman of the D. A. R. and the W. C. T. U. A news item: Miss Mildred Starr is dancing at the Green Ball Caboret, Miss Starr is famous for her grace and vivacity. Needless to say the Green Ball is packed nightly. I toss the paper aside, at last I grasp the significance of the Portals of the Past, and no longer shall I wonder what the Thinker dreams about. “Shut up! Shut up”! I say. “Confound that keeper”. “What if I am crazy, I have a right to talk if I want to”. —Thomas Kennedy.