Ennis High School - Cicerone Yearbook (Ennis, TX)

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To insure the safety of our principal, we have employed carpenters to make all doors higher and to stretch wire on the race track to stop him when running backwards. Lastly. To the Juniors we will our greatest possession, seniority over all school children of Ennis. With this we bequeath the right of access to the library and outside doors during study pi riods. We also donate pillows and chairs to the library, powder rags and mirrors to each girl, the corner seats to the lucky boys. To the 1016 Seniors, we gladly surrender last of all the most unwelcome gifts ,themes, tests and examinations. The foregoing instrument, wholly written by ourselves, we make public as our last will, herewith subscribing our names this the first day of June A. 1). 1015. (Signed) SENIORS—HERN A DINE BURKHEAD. PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT VOLUME ONE 52S2S3S8S3S252SS5SSeS2S2S2S25i SeKiiS2S2S2S2S2S2S252S2S2S2S2Sab'iiSi5i £5?S2S2S2S2SS5aE SS2S2Si52 2S2S?S

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THE SENIOR CLASS WILL. We, the Seniors of the Ennis High School, of the City of Ennis, of the County of Ellis, and State of Texas, being in failing health, hut in possession of sound mind and memory, calling to mind the uncertainty of our school life, and being desirous of settling our worldly (imaginary) affairs and directing by law how our estate shall be disposed of after our decease, while we have strength and capacity so to do, do make public this our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills made by us. First. We bequeath to our beloved Superintendent, J. D. Coghlan, a book of new chapel talks to substitute for the familiar subjects: “Remember tests are coming,” and “It does not take much to be a man or a woman,” we also will thirty-six vacant seats to him to rent next year, and suggest that across the hall are thirty-nine Juniors eager to occupy the said seats as soon as they are vacated. Second. To Miss DuPre, our English teacher, we bequeath a beautiful home, where love and happiness reign supreme; all the blue marks cn our note books, thirty-six unbound volumes of English themes and a perpetual income of gratitude for the sunshine she has brought us during the past three years. Third. We donate to Miss Van Zandt some new green curtains for her history room, funnels for one ear of each student and stoppers for the other. If the Seniors have any influence over Mr. Coghlan, the right shall at once be secured for all good friends, to blow their automobile horns, when passing the history room. We again favor her with a trip to England to prove to the mother country that her descendants fail to surpass the native maidens in beauty and charm. Fourth. To Miss McHenry, our Latin teacher, we will a more pleasant occupation than reading books, which Caesar and his dead companions forgot to take with them. We also leave a new pair of glasses, which cannot fail to reveal those pupils whose tired eyes wander off the book. We either give her a trip to Caesar’s, Cicero’s, or Virgil’s grave where she may quote Latin to those who understand. Fifth. We contribute to Mr. Story, the German teacher and musical leader, a “Baby Grand Piano,” copies of fifteen latest rags and a “music stick” long enough to rouse the dreaming singers. We also will him a passport to Germany with the restriction that it not be used until peace exists among the Europeans. We hereby take this precaution to guard his own life, since we are not sure whether German’s enemies judge by appearance or language. Sixth. We will to Mr. Brister, whom we consider rather unfortunate in teaching mathematics, a new compass, a dozen clean chalk box lids and brighter hopes for the future Trigonometry class. We furthermore wish a new supply of red ink and blue pencils to be sent by express along with the other articles. Seventh. We will and bequeath to our jolly principal, a private secretary to record all talkers of the future Senior class, and an electric spanking machine to conserve his strength if necessary indealing with Sophomores and Freshmen. Si!5a5ZS25252SE5??£5SS2525?5SSZSHSi!SS aegasasasgsasaga sasasasmsgsasg sesa——asaaa VOLUME ONE PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN sasEsasasasaszsssasaszsaszsaszsaresa

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All my life I have wanted to travel, so you can imagine how surprised I was when I received the following telegram: “Dear Niece: We leave at once for Altorf, Germany, and you are included in our party. Everything is ready to start Tuesday at 10 a. m. AUNTIE.” What would I do? Only four days were left before we sailed, with clothes to buy, trunks to pack, regrets to send and calls to make. I could not let those worry me since I had my long desired wish. Tuesday came, and a pleasant voyage, new acquaintances, and good times marked my journey. Perhaps you have never heard of Altorf, but it is perfectly beautiful, so quaint, so picturesque with its forest and mountains. After I had become accustomed to my new surroundings. I slipped away from the party and slowly picked my way over the high rocks to the other side of the mountain. The air was bracing and a shady spot directly in my path prompted me to sit down and eat the lunch that I had brought. Presently I was startled by a strange noise, and turning I beheld the queerest little woman, this tiny creature with silver locks, ragged red dress and a short pipe between her thin lips, hobbled toward me. “Ah! you think you can intrude on poor folks and use their grounds, do you? Little Gall, you don’t know me.” A little amazed, I replied- “Really now, I didn’t intend to trespass, and I shall leave at once if you will only tell me who you are.” “I am Mizzah, the mind reader, aid interpreter of future,” she replied, “and come with me and I will show you what is in store for your E. H. S. classmates. as that seems to interest you mod.” I slowly followed the ancient one down the path until we reached a small entrance to a cave. At first I hesitated, but I finally followed my companion through the door. The interior was vastly different from the outside. The first place she took me was to the National Senate Hall. Could 1 believe my eyes? There stood Everett delivering an addr ss to the seventy-second Congress. Every one was held spellbound. “My!” I sighed, “but hasn’t Alma turned out a marvelous man from her vicinity?” A beautiful conservatory was next in line. There sat Grace Lampkin bending over a young lady slowly drumming into her the art of vocal music, while in another corner stood Bernadine, with head a-tilt instructing a child in the mysteries of the piano. 1 was not allowed to linger long. Down the way, I heard a little bell ring and Fannie Mae and Melba appeared at the door. We followed the pupils as they march in so orderly. The former instantly assumed control of the house while the latter lectured on the “Needs of a Watchful Waiting.” On a platform in an adjoining room. Joe stood with a civics in one hand and a history in the other reciting them backwards for the benefit of the pupils. On we traveled until we reached a K. C. hall where, on the slick and glazed floor- Lefty gave exhibitions of the beautiful rythmic seventeeth century dances. VOLUME ONE PAGE TWENTY-NINE