Des Moines Technical High School - Engineer Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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Honoraria Recommendations for January, 1925 CHARLOTTE DICKSON ........... .. . .Leadership, Service, Journalism, Scholarship GEORGE CULLEN. .- ..... ......................... L eadership, Service ISABEL KOENNEMAN .... ................... S ervice, Scholarship RUSSELL FRASER .... .......... A rt, Service WILMA TRAPP ..... .... S ervice, Management LORRAINE NELSON .... ............. L eadership EDITH LUTZ ...... . Management FRED NORRIS ...... ..... S ervice RUTH GOODELL ..... . . .............. ..... S cholarship Honorable Mention Rosa NORTON ....... ......................:. ..... S e rvice GERALDINE SToLL ..... l ...Service NORMA PHILLIPS ..... . . .... .... S ervice Literary Award ' This medal, presented by the class of january, 1921, to that Student of the graduating class of each year who, during the last semester of the senior year, does the best literary workj awarded to Charlotte Dickson. ' Trophy Cup U To bear names of outstanding leaders. Class of january, 1924 .................... ..... D on Kauffman Class of June, 1924 ..................... .... D illon Hamilton Class of January, 1925 ..... .... C harlotte Dickson Twefnty-two

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Hero! Heroine! And a Blue-Eyed Siren TALL youth draped himself lazily over the locker door and watched with amused interest the articles that came flying out. I'll say this much for you, Jean, it's a miracle the Way you can get so much stuff into one locker. Sherlock Holmes, himself, couldn't find anything in this locker. I'll bet that Mary walked off with my bathing cap. A bathing suit emerged along with a rubber and a geometry book. It isn't heref' wailed the owner of a curly head. ' Oh, well, whatcha care about an old bathing cap ? drawled the locker or- nament. Care? the curly head snapped out of the locker and two brown eyes blazed up at him. Care? Well, I don't happen to have a dollar and a quarter to spend on a marcel every day. fNow you see the heroine of this story has a 31.25 curly head.l She began to tug the junk shop assortment back into the locker, aided by the languid youth. He held the rubber in his hand and gazed at her thoughtfully. Say, Jean, have you seen the bulletin board yet? No! , Just got here. What's it say? Well, the basketball team is posted ! She dropped the geometry book. Oh, Bill, and you made it? He ran his Finger nervously around the edge of the rubber. Well, Perkins thought-oh well, he put Tompkins in for forward. So you let yourself get beat again, didn't you ? Oh, Tompkins is a fine fellow. b Oh, you make me so tired, Bill Ferris, I could hit you. You try out for everything and get nothing. You're better than Tompkins, but Tompkins can fight, you can't! She stamped her foot. Look at you, six feet and hard as nails, but you can't iight. What's the matter with you? You let everybody get what you ought to have. She slammed her locker shut and turned the combination. . You're a quitter, Bill Ferris, and I hate quittersf' She started up the steps. He was puzzled, hurt. Well, I couldn't help it, Jean. You have never been able to help anything since I've known you, Bill.- If you couldn't do things. I wouldn't care, but it hurts when you can and won't. VVell, but Jean, what can -I do ? Her fingers tapped restlessly on the stair railing, then she faced him resolutely. There's only one thing you can do-make the team. If you show some signs of being alive the coach will notice you. She paused, then continued. You will have to make the team, if you ever expect to have another date with me. His face screwed up questioningly. You don't mean you won't go to the Senior dance with me if I don't make the team? - ' That's just what I do mean. But, but, Jean, I can't-- I date with no quitters, the girl said scornfully and ran up the steps. He took a step after her and stopped. The eight-thirty bell reminded him that he must hie himself to class. Women be hanged, he said, jamming his hands in his pockets. I'll show her. ' Twenty-four