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

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CLASS WILL VVe, the Senior Class of January, 1927, with a solemn realization of the uncertainties of this life and with a fitting apprehension lest the sparkling gems of knowledge gleaned within these walls should pass into unworthy and unappreciating hands, do hereby bequeath this, our incom- parable legacy, as seems most fitting. XVe do make. publish, and declare this to be our last VVill and Testament: To the Junior School we leave the memories of our own youthful days. To Sophomores we say that we hope their efforts to surpass the Juniors will at least redound to their own credit. To the Juniors we can extend no wish more beneficent than that they emulate the precepts and example of the present worthy Seniors. To Annamae Heaps, Maybelle Pearce wills her future fame on the Orpheum Circuit. Alice Slattery bequeaths her slight and girlish figure to Fannie Garsh. Roy Frowick bequeaths his popular baby face to Yale Pearlman. Peg NValker leaves her ability to get her name on the front page of the Tatler to the future editor. To Bob Flick we leave Denver Dales' two spiked guns and all other caveman equipment. Mary Gibson wills to Elizabeth Brinkman her friendliness to unas- suming underclassmen. Lena Norton wills her indifference to certain Senior B boys to Helen Huff. Dorothy Craig and Guilda Thorp bequeath their bold and boisterous actions to Dorothy Barndollar. Fred Akes leaves to Bruce Elliott his brilliance as a social light. Bob McClary's coquettish smile and popularity with the weaker sex we leave to Wilbur Ashford. Virginia Miller wills her meek and maidenly disposition to Dollie Thomas. Dorothy VVilson solemnly bequeaths her bright and shining school girl complexion to Mary Hodson and recommends Palmolive as a substi- tute for Stillman's Freckle Cream. Bennie Jacobson, being of an unsound mind. bequeaths to any other unbalanced student his incomparable limousine. John Larsh leaves his pep and a stick of dynamite to Bob Foster. Margaret VVickham, being of a judicious mind, refuses to leave aught behind save her deep and sonorous bass voice, which she bequeaths to Hope Lawrence. Clare Barr wills his latest dance creation to Paul Beall. Esther McCartney and Mona Clark leave their curly locks to Irwin Shaw. VVe leave Lenora Adkinson's coquettish smile and cheerful disposition to VVillie Hoos. Mary Holmes leaves her winning ways with the boys to Bernice Mann. Madeline Dixon solemnly leaves to Virginia MacKay her inexhaustible supply of clean middies for gymnastic purposes. Floyd McDonald wills to Avis Douglas his fiery disposition in hopes that she may use it to the disaster of all hopeful prospects for the afore- said lady's hand. Fifiecn

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Now new opportunities await us with the coming of the infant, 1927. May we open our eyes to behold his glory! VVe can see him in the dis- tance as he beckons us to follow him through deep, dark, and swampy jungles, over rugged mountain topsg and across angry billows of the stormy seas, to a life of peace, happiness, and contentment, which is ob- tained only through service for others. VVe shall follow him. No longer shall we nurse the wounds of 1926. Great possibilities lie just around the corner. The foamy tide of humanity is sweeping in upon us, waiting for us to respond to its callg and in order to cope successfully with life, we must equip ourselves with the necessary ammunition-fhope, unsellishness, courage, ambition, truth, faith, and love. We can all strive for that goal in life that the great journalist, Edward Bok, reached- To make the world a little bit better because we have lived in it. And, when we have lived a life well rounded with service for others, we can answer the question of Cain of old, I am my brother's keeper. LILLIAN SANDY. SENIOR PLAY Love and hate, intrigue of a harmless sort, with sufncient humor con- stituted the action in The Colonel's Maidf' presented December 17th, as the traditional Senior play. The story tells of the hatred of two colonels for each other and of the forbidden romance between their two children. Ben Jacobson and Roy Frowick portrayed the roles of the two colonels with the proper fervor and eloquence, while Dorothy Craig, as Aunt Emily, character- ized the match-making mother and the fault-finding sister-in-law with her usual skill. Fred Akes, as Ching, the chinese cook, was a general favorite with his alibis and ridiculous schemes to head off the domestic troubles in the household. Maybelle Pearce and Arthur Jensen were all that could be demanded of the lovely heroine and handsome hero. Esther McCartney and Joe Sutherland played their difficult roles to the complete satisfaction of the audience, and Dale McCay's interpretation of the family lawyer was equally successful. Fourteen

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Lillian Sandy, in a mood of cheerful sacrifice, leaves her long, womanly tresses to those aspiring maidens struggling in the first stages of long hair. Joe Southerland leaves his art of masticating Mr. XVrigley's produc- tions to Mary Pierce. Alfred Shepherdls favorite pastime of shuffiing his feet we leave to the three musketeers, XValt Fairfield, Fred Graef, and John Luin. In VVitness Whereof, we, the Class of January, 1927, have set our hand and seal to this our last Will and Testament. CSignedj GILDA GREY, AL LEVICH, POLA NEGR1, DWIGHT IVIEYERS. THE EVERGREEN TREE How I love the evergreen tree! VVhen a mist hangs o'er the hill, Vifhen the brooks with ice are clothed, VVhen the wood seems deadly still. How I love the evergreen tree! VVhen the snow bank's high and cold, VVhen the oaks their leaves have shed. WVhen the wolf cries loud and bold. How I love the evergreen tree! When the wind blows wild and fast, XVhen it tears the birch tree's limbs, When the trees bend in the blast. How I love the evergreen tree! VVhen my heart with pain is filled, VV hen all nature seems to threaten VVhen my cries with fear are stilled. NVhy I love it you must knowg Because it stands for friendships true, Because it makes one feel and see, All life truth for me and you. -ESTHER MCCARTNEY. Sixteen