Downers Grove North High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Downers Grove, IL)

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Class Will WE, THE CLASS OF 192 3, of the Downer s Grove High School, being of a sound mind and body, but realizing that we can no longer resist the efforts of the faculty to infect us with germs of knowledge, and realizing also that we must soon succumb to the dread disease “graduationitis,” do hereby make, declare, and publish this to be our last will and testament. First: We order all our just debts to be paid; namely, (I) to the faculty, in payment of our debt of gratitude, our invaluable opinions as to how the school should be run, (2) in payment of our debt to the community for establishing a community high school district, the remains of high school. (3) to the concerns involved in publishing the Cauldron, we leave our reputation for always having paid our debts during our lifetime. Second: (a) We leave to the Junior class the illustrious name of Senior with all rights and privileges attached thereto. (b) We leave to the Sophomores the inestimable privilege of attending Miss Bradbury’s English classes. (c) We leave to the Freshmen the surplus of intelligence in the departing Senior class. (Now Frosh, you ought to ertablish a teachers' training class for the Faculty.) Third: Pat Barr leaves to John Cooper his happy faculty of keeping his love affair, within class limits. Bill Boon leaves his commutation ticket to Hinsdale to Polly Ogren. Lvman Dum bequeaths to next year’s football team his avoirdupois to be divided equally among the members of the squad—share and share alike. They’ll need it. John Edwards and Lilly Borman leave their grades to anyone who wants them, in fact, they are willing to pay you to cart them away. Alice Conley leaves to Margaret S»ough a plush covered copy of “ I he Girl of Mv Dreams. and a propensity for blushing. Kathryn Deegan bequeaths her assorted set of nicknames to Beatrice Hanchctt. Jack Fisher leaves to Jeanette Phelps his perpetual and much lamented absence from everything. Eugene Foster leaves his massive eyebrows to Ruth Geissert. Vernon Fuller leaves to Mr. Vernon and Mr. Reed his eternal grin, Mr. Vernon to have full possession in the morning, and Mr. Reed in the afternoon. Martin Herring beoueaths to Samuel Dum his owlish expression. Butch Klein bequeaths his curling iron to Don Gallup. (Now Don, you won’t have to go around looking like Von Hindenburg.) Bridget Leibunguth leaves his plaid shirt to Sam Hurley. Helen Lewis leaves her angel'C di«nosit:r»o to Marietta Stoops. To Marietta’s brother. John, Franklin McNally leaves his sheik hair cut and his toreador trousers. Nclleeta Miskelly bequeaths to Eleanor Waplcs her slim height. lames Mitchell leaves two bottles of concentrated bluff to the first Junior to get A on an English theme next year. Bill O’Neil leaves to Mr. Brown his position as dancing master. It ought to be a great help in organizing the girls’ track meets. Bill Pape bequeaths the realism of his stage kisses to Herbie Hawkins. (Treasure this ability. Herbie. Bill is going to miss it.) Harry Putnam leaves his agility in getting in and out of trouble to Lucille Heintz. Clifford Sedwick leaves his collection of radio bugs and wireless bacteria to Richard Henderson. Antoinette Smith leaves her copyright on roles with an Henglish Haccent” to Eva Pollack. Margaret Smith leaves the canary quality of her voice to Betty Mahoney. You can easily get rid of canaries with chloroform or rat poison. Betty. Doyle Moore leaves his Seniority to whoever can make the best use of it next year. Theodore Speir leaves his chewing gum plantation in Westmont to Thomas Tizzard. l age ln cnl ;-four

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The hero was great and the heroine couldn’t be beaten Unless performed at a professional meetin’ And the football team, if you happened to observe Consisted of fellows with lots of nerve And those you’ll find in our Senior Class. The basket ball team is still on the list If that Hinsdale game you happened to miss You’d better count up on those Senior boys And you’ll find that they made most of the noise. We haven’t finished the year as yet There’ll be more doing, you can bet And the Class of Nineteen Twenty-three Will be the leaders of the revelry Why even tonite there’s a jamboree Given for the Juniors and the Class of ’2 3 Maybe some of our fellows can’t dance But before this year’s over they’ll have their chance And they’ll outshine all the rest Just to show you they’ve done their best If the Juniors can beat us when it comes to pep They’ll have to go some, and still keep their reps We hope that the classes yet to come Will turn out as well as we have done. And I hope that you’ll wish for us the best We’ll probably need it like all the rest And so the Class of ’2 3 Leaves to you all their frivolity And tho you try to fill our place There’ll always be an empty space And so in turn, we wish you luck Keep up your courage and don’t lose your pluck And tho we’ll leave you with a sigh We’re rather glad to say “Good by.” Edith Wells, Class of '23. Page in cnl f-lhrcc

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Lurabel Sherman leaves her four-year mortgage on Butch ' Klein to Virginia Lacey. However, Lurabel says it isn’t much good, as it was foreclosed six months ago. Jack V aughn leaves his cute looks to John Fox. Edith Wells leaves her poetic ability to Richard Kellogg. (You can do whatever you want with it, Richard, so long as you don’t come near us.) Lillian Wilhelm bequeaths her regal dignity to Olive Statton. Ruth Thatcher leaves her out-of-town address book to Dot Patterson. Signed: CLASS OF TWENTY THREE. Witnesses: Mrs. Shaffer and Mr. Leverentz and Miss Bleecker. ('lass Songs We came as Freshmen, raw and green. And we didn’t know our lessons when we should. 1 hough the others aimed to teach us, Stretched a friendly hand to greet us. And we learned our daily lessons when we could. Chorus: Farewell, farewell, farewell to Downers High We re the class that’s always happy. And we’ve made our four years snappy. Oh, the Class of 23 will never die. We soon as Sophies bolder grew And we held our heads a little more erect. But they never caught us napping, I .ittie time we had for flapping. And we left our second year without regret. Chorus We blossomed into Juniors then Looking down on all the freshies that we knew. In our French we were erratic, In our manners more emphatic. And our brains became as mixed as Irish stew. Chorus Ot, how our heads began to swell, When as Seniors we had reached the highest mark. We crammed, we bluffed, we frolicked. Till the old town had the colic, Downers High has surely been the finest lark. Chorus —Margaret Smith. Page lu enl }-fivc