Georgetown High School - Buffalo Yearbook (Georgetown, IL)

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ThR Gkorgktown Hi-Times 1929-1930 Who’s Who in {he Senior CLASS OFFICERS First Semester Second Semester William Moore..........President...........Joe Mahoney Mark Miller .......Vice-President.........Donald Grubb Margaret Richards...Sec.-Treasurer..Helen Niziolkiewicz Onabclle Moody..Chairman Social Comm.......Mary Powell BOYS’ ATHLETICS Football Halary Sawicki, Captain, “G” Ivan Williams, “G Ted Elliott, Trophy, “G” Wayne Henry, G” Homer Morris, “G” Paul Galycn, Trainer Basketball Homer Morris HONOR ROLL Ruby Ramsey William Moore Mary Powell Mildred Alabaugh Flossie Carrington Mary Chantos Edith Haworth Lucile Hinton GIRLS’ ATHLETICS Basketball Ruby Ramsey, Contain Mary Powell Mildred Wells Clara Zielinski, “G” Edith Haworth Helen Niziolkiewicz, “G” CHEER LEADERS Onabelle Moody Howard Emory GIRLS’ CHORUSES Semi-Chorus Edith Haworth Helen Niziolkiewicz Mary Powell Ruby Ramsey Glee Club Margaret Chapman Mary Chantos Onabelle Moody Mildred Wells ROYS’ GLEE CLUB Robert Chapman Howard Emory Wayne Henry Joe Mahoney Homer Morris Halary Sawicki PUBLIC SPEAKING CLUB OFFICERS Literary Club Ag. Club Mary Powell...........-...President.........Elmer Learnard Helen Niziolkiewicz Vice-President....................Paul Galyen Ruby Ramsey.........Secretary-Treasurer.......Harmon Stark Girls' Club French Club Onabelle Moody, President Homer Flora, Vice-President F. L. If. Club Mark Miller, President Mary Powell Mildred Wells BOYS ON AG. TEAMS Elmer Learnard Joe Mahoney Paul Galyen Harmon Stark Robert Chapman BASKETBALL QUEEN Helen Niziolkiewicz Bookkeeping Flossie Carrington Mary Alice Sandusky 1930 COMMERCIAL TEAMS Advanced Typing Clara Zielinski Ruby Ramsey William Moore Mildred Wells Flossie Carrington, Alternate 80-word Shorthand William Moore Clara Zielinski Mary Chantos Edith Thornton, Alternate lOO-tcord Shorthand Mildred Alabaugh Ruby Ramsey Edith Thornton Margaret Richards, Alternate Page Six

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1029 1930 Thk Georgetown Hi-Timks OOE MAHONEY PONALO GRUBB HELEN NIZIOLKIEWICZ MARY POWELL MILDRED ALABAUGn LUCILE HINTON ROBERT CHAPMAN EDITH HAWORTH DWIGHT REED MARbARET CHAPMAN HALARY SAW 1CKI OLIVE LANCASTER. HOMER FLORA CLARA ZIELINSKI WAYNE HENRY NAOMi COLVIN HOMER MORRIS O change the trend of things, the seniors decided to publish a magazine as their year-book instead of the annual. This proved to be less expensive and yet provided the same information. Later the class plans to present the annual play. As they have some excellent talent this will be up to the high standard set by the plays in the past. Many members of the class have already made plans for working upon graduating. Mary Powell and Mary Alice Sandusky have an inspiration to teach; Alice Lacey, too, has ideas to that effect and is going to Normal. Among those who expect to go to school are Mary Powell, and Larrv Sawicki. Bernice Houghton found at the end of last year that she only needed two more credits to graduate, so she has spent this year at Eureka college, where she has completed the work necessary for high school graduation and at the same time done a year’s college work. Naomi Colvin, Helen Lewman, Nelle Haney and Onabelle Moody are going into nurses’ training. Mildred Ala-baugh is going to travel westward to California and then enter business school. Clara Zielinski will probably enter business school, too. All in all it’s a line class and one which Georgetown high school may well he proud to send forth into the world. Page Five

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1929-1930 The Georgetown Hi-Times A COLLABORATOR Prize Winning Story by LUCY DIETKUS “Tarnie Conor asks for a good comic,” was the headline to the advertisement. It proceeded as follows: “Tarnie Conor extends a challenge to all cartoonists to participate in the contest which he is sponsoring for the purpose of finding a cartoon that will please him. Any one succeeding in doing this will be welcomed as a collaborator with the eminent cartoonist who features ‘Whimsies of Life' daily in thousands of newspapers.” Tarnie Conor read the ad again although he had read it three times before in previous papers. The wrinkles of his cynical smile deepened as he rose with his usual deliberateness and walked to the window. He had always led a lonely life. Fifteen years ago he had started the cartoonist’s work. He wondered now as he had often wondered before why he hadn’t quit it long ago. But no—it afforded his cynical nature a grim sort of joy to portray life’s ups and downs. He exulted in his feeling of superiority as he thought of the pleasure the people derived in scanning his comic. He smiled again as he thought of the many replies he had received to the ad and that he had rejected. The door-bell rang and almost instantly the door opened. A very stout man bustled in without the least bit of ceremony. “Hullo, Tarn!” his booming voice filled the spacious studio. “You look like the last rose of summer—a trifle thorny!” “Here’s a young man’s cartoon work,” Parker Trent continued as he dexterously flung a package on the table. “It’s your only Iiojk . Tarn,” he added with an amused laugh, and the breezy visitor made a speedy exit. Tarn resented Parker’s irritating geniality and stood smarting under its sarcasm for some fifteen minutes. Then he advanced slowly to the table and with an idle curiosity proceeded to unwrap the package. He jerked up with amazement as he gazed down at the contents. For a moment Tarn was nonplussed. Then with a lunge he made for the phone. “The Preston Herald—Get the editor!” he barked into the mouthpiece. In a few minutes he heard Parker’s amused voice, “Hello, Tarn!—Well—” “Where in the devil did you get those drawings?” Tarn demanded curtly. “Don’t get kiddish, Tarn!” came back a matter-of-fact voice. “You know perfectly well where I got them. They’re your first comic strips. The ones you made for our paper when you started the racket fifteen years back.” “Well,”—Tarn’s voice began to lose its impatience. “Look them over, you darn fool,” Parker returned half-angrily. “That’s the kind of comic strip you should be making: something a little mushy, like ‘Violet Kay’ and the rest that you have there. I tell you, Tarn,” his voice had lowered a scale, “you’re giving us your ‘Whimsies of Life’ too straight. ‘Violet Ray’ is your collaborator. Use it, man!” And with a chuckle Parker Trent hung up. Page Seven