Flanagan High School - Syllabus Yearbook (Flanagan, IL)

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1,45 THE SYLLABUS XI. Of our faculty I must say That our instructors for the day IfVere very competent indeed. The three R's, as well as other things lvere not taught. by the tune the hickory sings, Ekcept in cases of dire need. XII. 'Wvords of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing scholars ranged aroundf' And here continues the description of Prof. Hill, And still tl1ey gazed, and still thc wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew, So much it was they feared 'twould make him ill. X l I l'. Miss llenieksman sure is fine In every subject, in every lincg IYorking with such earnest zeal, For the benefit of every class, So that each and all may pass, That her work's well done she ought to feel. XIV. Ilere I'vc discussed at length our school, Exec it that 'tno whis mcrin0 ' is the rule l l r- 2 A mandate wlneh all try to obey. Thus ends my long story, And shure. it's glad I am, begorrv, That lfm thru with this rhymeless lay. Vivian Harkness. CLASS PROPIIFCY. As the school year of 1014 drew to a close, our class, after due deliberation, came to the conclusion that a proper celebration of one of the last days of our high school career should be had in a Class Day. The doubtful honor of class prophet was awarded ine. Xow, if any think ill of me and my prophecy, let him beware. In the words of the Immortal Desmond. You have brought it upon yoursclff'-Follows the prophecy: During the summer of 1924, having lived witliin the confines of New York ,7,

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THE SYLLAB U S VI. llliss Carmon is the next one on the list, Vllho, whene'er absent, is sadly missed. Her merry laughter, daily heard All along the Senior row, Dispels gloom, lights the room, and so Cheers ns, weary, as the song of a bird. VII. Next of mention is Miss Meils, 'Whose face is always wreathed with smiles, lvho is ever teeming full of song. Quite a hortieulturist is she, Growing many a violet and sweet pea, llvhich she strews her gladsome way along. VIH. Mr. Lehmann now appears Driving out all foolish fears lYitl1 an air of feigned bravado. Caesar class is where he shines, Translating brilliantly the hardest lines, As invincible as the noted Armada. v IX. Here comes Ralph, or rather Mr. Monk, lVho has never, never heen known to Hunk, His ehief role, that of a good Samaritan. Ile, like Clirfm-d, is a ,l.atin head-light, Studying far into the silent, dead night, This manly, intelligent American. X. At last lggme to the class poet, lvho, if she were a genius, didn't know it lfntil she was assigned this onerous task. Ot' her nothing can I especially say Except that to Graymont she onee walked away, And how she got back, quite a few did ask.

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THE SYLLABUS 17 for five years, I decided to make a grand tour of Europe. IVith this idea in view, I purchased a ticket, first-class, for Liverpool, on the Cunard line, which still held supremacy among the trans-Atlantic steamship lines. After an uneventful trip I arrived at Liverpool, and transferred bag and baggage to the boat. train for London. Arriving in the foggy city at ten-thirty I felt rather nervous, but as the St. Regis had been highly recommended me I hailed a taxi and was whisked away, and found the hotel up to my expees tations. It was fully as splendid as any at home. I registered and inspected the clerk at the same time. Something familiar in the man's appearance held my attention. I looked more closely and found he was equally interested. I think our recognition was mutual. He proved to be my old class-mate, Ralph 1Ionk. He had changed quite a bit, developing into a more worldly individual, and not so innocent as he once was. NVQ chatted over old times and had a very nice visit. I left- the next day for Havre, France, across the English channel, and from there went direct to Paris. I visited the art galleries of the Louvre, and saw many famous works of art. In connection with this immense institution I found the Academy of Arts. Imagine mysurprise when examining the faculty list to find that Ada lleils was a member. She was an instructor in vocal and harmony. She appeared pleased to see nie, but I took this with a pinch of salt, for the reason that I had not been away from Ameria long enough to get the French mode. I learned that Ada had been in I'aris for eight year, and that she was very much pleased with her position. Iler French shrug seemed to come liandy. After visiting with Ada for three days, I left the eapital of lfranee for Florence, Italy, which has the reputation for the most complete art eeliter in the world. I had a fancy for all things artful, and so proceeded at once to avail myself of the advantage otfered. . The gallery Iles Ileau Arts was located in the heart of the city in a hand- some building. II'hile wandering thru the gallery l neticed a young lady busily engaged in sketching Raphael's Madonna. Iler appearance' had a strik- ing similarity to one of my former friends. I moved nearer and recognized her as Vivian Ilarkness. As a school girl she had a decided liking for drawing and water colors, so her presence was easily explained. Vivian informed mc that one of my class-mates had chosen, if I may call it so, an Angelic llIodc,77 of earning a living and gaining fame. In other words, Clifford I,ehman was an aviator, at that time in the French corps at Bordeaux. I decided that I should like to see him fly, so I caught a boat for that place. Arriving at Bordeaux, I proceeded to the flying fields, and found several planes in the air, and several ready to fly. I inquired of an oflicer standing near by, clad in leather, as about to attempt a flight, the whereabouts of a certain person by the name of Clifford Iiehman. The officer extended his hand in a puzzled way, and said that he went by that name. lVe talked for some time, until the signal was given him to ily. Ilis flight was very successful, and I felt very highly honored to think that I knew such a noted person. Ilftvine' seen this flight I decided to return to America. On my way home ' to as