Georgetown High School - Buffalo Yearbook (Georgetown, IL)

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 Class Will of 1926 WE, the wine-imbibing constituents of the class of ’26. being mentally defective, just before kicking-off feel an insane desire to bestow upon the innocent (?) !! pates of our followers the many intense weaknesses which have proved our undoing. As a group we take pleasure in bequeathing our bright and shining faces and our unexcelled stupidity to that notorious class, the juniors. As individuals with staggering characters, we bequeath our failings, too numerous to mention, as herein depicted below. I, Helen E. Holaday, will to H. Don Sweeley my ability to answer the telephone calls from Sidell. I, Maybelle Emory, hand down my yellow sweater to Howard Oscar to get him steamed up on cold winter days so that he can get to school on time. I, Mary Richards, will my good times in manual training to Ruth Strader. Take good care of William, Ruth, and don’t shut him up in the store room. I. Robert Clift, bequeath to Robert Chapman and to Ruby Cornelius the right to place my initials upon any manuscript or other work of their own creation. I, Mavin Maloy, leave to Harold Tarrant, the right to talk to the girls every time he gets a chance, while holding down the position as assistant librarian. I. Russell Barr, will my spectacles to Mr. H. Don Sweeley to help him find the grades of the class of ’27. I, Clark Emory, do hereby leave to Maxwell Jones my ability to make love to all the pretty girls. Do your stuff. Maxwell. I, Helen Youmans, leave my ability to enthuse on all subjects to Santo Paradiso and my long list of victories for the school to Ruth Sheets. I, Louis Clift, leave the sole right m d privilege of going to sleep in Miss Clark’s French class to Paul Mills. You will also be expected to supply the bass drum accompaniment to Miss Clark’s lectures, Paul. I, Priscilla Arthur, will my precious and rattling “Woodstock” to Mack McGee. Please keep it well oiled and dusted. Mack. I, Joe, Edmonds, bequeath to Paul Mills, my right to sit on the front row in all class rooms. I, Ora Belle Duke, leave my civics book to anyone who has the ability to use it. I, Mable Elliott, leave my seat in the assembly to Alice Lacey providing it is small enough. I, Paul Willison, leave my ability to “kid” all the girls and then give them the cold shoulder, to Paul Galyen, my cave-man namesake. 1926 Page Twenty-five

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 to trial for having dyed her hair black. Now she is blaming her action upon the druggist who was Robert Clift. Robert denies the charge but on looking at Clark’s red face and Philip’s perspiring brow it seems that there’s something rotten in England. We will now be favored with a dance hopped by Monsieur Harmon and Mademoiselle Richards. They are perfect artists. Millard waved the red flag and Mary took it up. They are now starring in some of the largest villages, such as Ridgefarm and Broadlands. (They seemed very anxious for their encore. Mary slipped, Millard tried to stop her, caught his toe and both fell flat, then made a gracious bow to the audience.) Our next number will be a musical selection, directed by Joe Edmonds. He has become very famous, since immediately after graduation from G. H. S. he went to the South Sea Islands where he accepted a position as musical director in a deaf and dumb school which was founded by the Honorable Mable Elliott who will appear next in New York City giving lectures on helpful service for the dumb. You will be very grateful, I’m sure, to have the opportunity of listening tonight to an address on the morals of Washington, D. C. This will be given by Mrs. Davis, formerly Miss Priscilla Arthur who was a graduate of G. H. S. in 1926. She has been in various projects since her marriage but now has very kindly promised to favor us with this lecture. Next we shall be favored with a delicate musical trio by the Misses Vivian Thornton, Josephene Smith and Florence McMaster. They have accomplished world feats and once broke the record for running the scale. They are now, and have been for the past two years, engaged as a company playing for the inmates of the Kankakee Asylum. Please stand by and you will be given a selection by Miss Maybelle Emory’s barnyard chorus. She has spent all her life teaching roosters to sing and now claims that she has some hens that will actually crow. Mr. Paul Willison will now entertain you with a lecture on “How to Teach Ducks to Swim.” He was chosen as Secretary of Agriculture and so far as we know is giving splendid service. As the concluding number on our program, the entire class of ’26 will render a mixed song. We gratefully appreciate your patience in standing by and listening to our program. We believe that you will all agree that the class of 1926 has made wonderful strides in the world and has done much to make it a better place in which to live. 1926 Page Twenty-four

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 I, Marie Baum, will my place as leading lady in the operettas to anyone silly enough to hold the position. I. Mary Louise Rees, leave my interest in the freshman class to someone that has the desire to take care of it. I might suggest Bernice Hough-ten or Ruth Strader. I, Vivian Thornton, leave my great height to Paul Mills. I, Guy Lewis, leave my speed to Ray Maloy. Better try a junior, Ray. I. Florence McMaster, bequeath my right to teach school the first semester after graduation to Anna Dailida. I. Philip Burgoyne, will my right to get to school late every morning to Lester Loving. Don’t be too late, Lester. 1. Millard Harmon, do hereby bequeath to John Ramey all the trials and tribulations of the editor of an annual. I urge him to try not to quarrel too much with the girls of the staff and wish him much joy in the many hours he must spend urging the members of his staff to get in their copy. I, Josephene Smith, leave my place by Bill Snapp in botany class to whoever wants it. But beware, you won’t keep it long. Lastly, We, the class of 1926 do hereby make, constitute and appoint Ward N. Black, Executioner of this, our last will and testament. In witness whereof, I have hereunto subscribed my name and affixed my seal. Louis Clift, President O SENIORS! The fourth year is well-nigh past, Since first our lot at high school was cast; Ah, would that this were not the last! 0 Seniors! But well thou playedst the student’s part. And all thy studies with magic art Have wound themselves about thine heart, 0 Seniors! Our spirits have a fuller glow; They see us daily stronger grow; ’Twas our success that made us so, 0 Seniors! And when our future lot is cast With those so glorious in the past, We’ll ever hold the memory fast 0 Seniors! Clark Emory, ’26 1926 Page Txvevty-eix