Elmwood Community High School - Ulmus Yearbook (Elmwood, IL)

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, A 1 f- ,M 'W AULMUS .g M CARL SCRAGG Every class has its wit, As well as its shiek, And at making a hit, Silo can't be beat. DEAN PROCTOR His mind is sometimes wandering, But his ways have Won the girls, And though he sets us pondering, He's prized as pregous pearls. H 1-N AESMTF-I AW 9 2 6 NINETEEN

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ULMUS I ADELL MCVEY Shels Irish as everyone knows, You can see it hy the tilt of her nose. LONVELI, REDDING There's a duty to be done For everyone in turn, But the purpose of this one, VVe have it yet to learn. MARY NOGGLE A rock could not be firmer When she battles for the right, And still We hear her murmur, I am mad enough to fight. XVAYNE CALLIS If the looks of Egyptls Ancients, Do any sense proclaim, This tall boy full of patience, Is surely possessed of the same. mf' EIGHTEEN - 1 9 2 6

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f' eff. ULMUS r J'- eirinioir Glass History Yes we're Seniors now. Need we recall the day when we, as small children, proudly enrolled as first graders? Or our upward progress through the grades marked by additions and subtractions to our numbers? That is the same old story every year and although we love to recall those days, it be- hooves us to dwell more on our present achievements and aspirations as Seniors. During our Freshman year, officers were elected from our most. prospective members and colors Cold rose and bluej were also designated. As Freshmen we showed our spirit which has held through all four years. A spirit of progress, of success. VVe have given to the various organizations of the school, the most enterprising of mem- bers and in social events we have always shown a holiday spirit which can put a thing across. Now, we are Seniors. Our oiiieers for this year are the most able. They are as follows: President .........A...,.........,,.,,.,.......r....r,,,.............,..,,,........ DeForest Hitchcock Vice-President .,,.,.,,,,,.,..,...,.,...,..,,,,,,,,,r,,,...,....,......,,,,.,,......., Harley Fleisher Secretary-Treasurer ,,..,............,..,.......,,,,,,,,.....,,.,,..........,....... Owen Hubbell As the members of the Annual Stad are listed in the front of this book, I will not men- tion them here, although I might say in passing that we Seniors are proud of them. As ever, our class and especially our boys, take an interested part in athletics and other worthy school activities. VVe have done our best for E. C. H. S. and we owe our success to the splendid co-operation of the Faculty. This year, Gradluation marks the end of one happy, successful era of our lives, but we, representative of the school, look forward to as great success in our future endeavors. o CTVCS fllltll CCNISCES Perhaps this story should have been called, An Heroic Act, or some other flowery title, but judge for yourselves, good readers, the appropriateness of the name, destined to be its lot. A bald-headed man attracted my attention, while I was riding in an nth. degree of C0111- fort in. a Pullman. It was dark outside, so most of the 'tsight-seeing consisted in gazing at attractive or otherwise, fellow-passengers, and trying to study their characters. I gave quite al long analysis to this bald-headed man, though he was far from handsome. -Short and stocky, his grace was not increased by bow-legs. His hair was just a border of iron-gray fuzz around a shining pate. QNote the Hiron-gray and forgive me for scandalizing agej. His eyes were like a ibull-frog'c and his brows were black and shaggily overhanging. On his fat hands he wore several brilliant, sparkling rings and had an air of general prosperity a.bout him, prosperity gained by cunning. He was so used to absolute comfort and compliance with his wishes no doubt, that, when a slight creak presented itself in the window by which he was sitting, he promptly revolted in body and spirit and attempted to eliminate it. All in vain. He fussedg he fumedg, he frowned! he even smiled. XVindows, especially in Pullmans, are stubborn. It seemed he was trying to sleep and could not. That terrible noise got on his nerves. Finally he moved across the aisle, as if the space necessary to accommodate the fattest of passengers and conductors, could make a difference in the grating of his-nerves. Wlhen this did not avail, he, as many often do, expressed himself, mildly for all the outward fuss he had made, to us who sat in proximity to him: I am trying to get away from that noise, but I can't seem tof' ' Vilhat useless words to us. They told us what we already knew. VVe also knew his 'tnervesi' we1'e bad, but of them he said nothing. He looked as if we could and would help him out of the harrowing position. Just then a young Adonis arose and gracefully raised the window, and sacrificing his beloved paper, wedged down the window on it. Then he took his seat nonchalantly. The bald-headed man resumed his choice seat and after a tender, loving, beneficent smile at the hero in our midst, settled his shiny dome on the plush and went to- slumberland. He was content. A. M., '26. F' , ' Q V Y Y TWENTY 1 9 Q . 6 ,