Georgetown High School - Buffalo Yearbook (Georgetown, IL)

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CLASSES—SOPHOMORES

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Q|rv o- CLASSES—JUNIORS T THE CLASS OF 1926 Russell Barr Philip Burpoyne Marie Baum Mildred Brazelton Louis Clift Robert Clift Elmer Starr Ora Belle Duke Joe Edmonds Clark Emory Maybelle Emory Millard Harmon Mavin Maloy Mary Louise Rees Helen Holaday Florence McMaster Lula Rice Mary Richards Florence Smith Paul Willison Guy Lewis Helen Youmans Mable Elliott Josephine Smith Vivian Thornton A MONOLOGUE “JJELLO, there, dearie. Are you going to school, now?” “Why yes, of course, you can walk with me. A great pleasure indeed.” “What? Oh, you are? Well, I’m a junior.” “Of course they all think that. No fooling, it is the greatest class ever.” “You do? Well, you just watch us shine.” “Set the world on fire? Why, that’s tame in comparison.” “Ever do? Now, honey, you mean what have we not done.” “Boasting! As Heaven is my witness! Well, to go on with the discourse. We’ve done lots, but it is what we are going to do.” “Yes, we are a rather small class. But that doesn’t count so much in some cases. Our motto is, ‘Little but Mighty.’ You know we published the paper this year. Of course it was a great success. We’re proud of the fact that we were the first junior class to do that.” “No, it was a regular newspaper.” “Well, of course, it took a lot of work but look what experience we got and besides, nothing is worth while that does not require some labor. We’re not the sort to try to dodge our duties or our opportunities either.” “Tournament? Yeh, that was rather tough, but you know you can’t always be the biggest duck in the puddle—not that we ever thought of that. But we’ve been ably represented in other activities.” “Yes, there are some in the orchestra and we’re a factor in football— that is, some of us. As for clubs, some of us are in all of them. You bet you can always look for the juniors to be right amongst the leaders. And that play was a scream. Don’t you think we are somebody?” “Now that’s real sweet of you to say so.” “You think we’ll do more next year. I should say we will. They’ll all hear about us.” “Set the world on fire? I wouldn’t go that far. You see, I’m a modest sort. So long, I’ve sure enjoyed your conversation. You’re so agreeable.” —M. H., ’26. S Page Nineteen

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UlfNi O- CLASSES SOPHOMORES T THE CLASS OF 1927 fflmo Baldwin Dorothy Black Lois Black Lelia Burgoytie Mabel Bunch Harold Chandler Doris Claywell Ruby Cornelius Anna Dailida Rachel Davenport Thelma Davis Mabel Galyen Gladys Goss Myrtle Goss Doris Brazelton John Gallez Lida Gudauskas Herschel Hall Frances Houghton Ruth Jordan Reesie Jones Cecil Lawlyes Harold McGee Thelma McMaster Love McMillan Mildred Macklin Florence Miller Paul Mills Howard Morris Vivian Nale Mary Niziolkiewicz Kenneth Patterson Louesa Perry John Ramey Edna Richards Everett Sandusky Raymond Savage Wilma Schaefer Lyle Sheets Ruth Spicer Verlin Spicer Verlin Stark Homer Stephenson Mildred Stevenson Alta Thomas William Tucker Flora Wincett Ruth Woodrum Earl Veach Faustyna Radomski Dorothy Dornblaser Lester Loving Pearl Edwards Alice Lyon Iela Emory Noble Madden OUR UNFINISHED VOYAGE IN September of nineteen hundred twenty-three, A.D., we, a crew of green freshies, set sail on the prosperous ship G. H. S. Our first duty was to select those who were to lead us. Oscar Clark was selected as our Captain. After a time, however, he dropped overboard and sank from view, and a new election was necessary. This time Harold McGee, little but mighty, was elected and he has been a successful Captain. Our voyage seemed hardly to have begun when, in the distance, over the waters far away, something dark seemed to loom up. Destruction seemed approaching, but after all, it was only a test of our work done in the past few months. We sailed on and passed through the darkness. Our number was replenished with new sailors just fresh from training. We worked and toiled without end. We wanted G. H. S. to be proud of her sailors. The first harbor was rising out of the distance and with one more brave effort we advanced into port with flying colors. A reward was ours, three whole months of freedom from the sea. In September of ’24 we again set sail. Our hopes were high; our standards soaring. “Mack” was again elected as our Captain and we set to work with a will. A number of our boys became noted workers in the games on board. Some of them were Cecil Lawlyes, Raymond Savage, “Mack” McGee, Verlin Starks, Reesie Jones, and “Jawn” Ramey. Some took part in football, others in basketball. But the boys were not the only workers. Our girls’ team won the cup offered as a reward to the inter-class basketball winners. Time flies—our second goal is approaching. The rest of our voyage lies a blank before us to be sailed through day by day to a bright, glorious, and long sought harbor. A. L., ’27. Page Twenty-ove