Gibson City High School - Drummer Yearbook (Gibson City, IL)

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THE DRUMMER 1924 CLASS CPR OPHEC Y iGypsy girl in a bright red dress, spangled with tinselg black bodice laced at waistg hair flowing: red silk kerchief knotted around her head. Sits alone at desk, turning over the leaves of a book and crooning in weird monotone.J Double, double, toil and troubleg Life is but an empty bubble! From the past we've all come from To the ages yet to come. Life is but a fleeting dream, Things are never what they seem! Double, double, toil and trouble! Life is but an empty bubble! CClass president knocks. Gypsy jumps up suddenly.J Enter, I pray, whoe'er thou art. fClass president enters. She looks relieved and resumes seat.J What seekest thou, youth? Thy need impart! Class President: Fair and wise prophetess, guardian of the unseen things-to-be, the Class of 1924 of Drummer Township High School is about to pass forever out of school life into life's school. Roll back the curtain of the future, I beseech you, and prophesy unto me, as their President, what the future of each of the fair young wo- men and brave young men is to be. They tell me that by mere contact with person- al belongings of individuals you are able to read their future and accurately foretell coming events. With this in mind, I have brought you these fifty handkerchiefs, fra- grant with the personalities of these fifty graduates of whom I speak. Do you, then, look into the years to come and relieve our anxious hearts of the worry that weights them down because we cannot guess what is in store for us. Prophetess: Take thou a seat. 'tHe sitsl Thou art indeed brave to dare to look down the vista of Things-to-be. Knowest thou not that a glance into the future is never a pleasure unmixed with pain? Knowest thou not, 0 aspiring youth. that to know what the future holds may be to thee but a never ending curse, shutting thy- self out from the joys of the present in the contemplation of things that are to come? But as thou hast spoken, as thou hast dared to tempt the gods by thus challenging their relevations of thyself and thy classmates, listen and it shall be prophesied unto thee, even as thou hast said, and by these tokens I will discover unto thee the future of those from whom they have come. CTakes first handkerchief--a silk one-holds it to forehead a secondl. Ah! thirty, forty years hence I see a rich man-a banker-riding in his aeroplane, count- ing out his money-wearing his diamonds. Who is it? His name? O, yes, I see now --VERNER FRYKMANJ' QTakes second, a red bandannal. A strong breeze and a whiff of far, far prair- les. A girl of the plains, a pioneer of distant wildncss and vastness, riding bare- backed over broad spaces-RUTH POWELL. lTakes third, large linenl. A school of learning, and a noble professor before his class. They look at him in reverence of the vast learning he acquired at Drum- mer Township High School. Why, what is that they call him as they bow in hom- age before him? PROFESSOR ORRIS POPLETTJ' fFourth and fifth, plain Whitey. Two more handkerchiefs, and as they seem to cling together I take them up at once and see two happy wives making sunshine and music within their walls. I see them exchanging confidences over the fence as to this or that domestic difficulty, and see how, even in their marriage, could never be divided the girls who were so inseparable as BERNADINE SWANSON a.nd GAY- ELLA WAKEFIELD. CSixth, small embroideredl. Now, I see an immense billboard, and what does it say? A second Melba-greatest opera singer of the day-LORENE JOHNSON. iSeventh, lavender handkerchiefl. In the largest newspaper office of New York City, I see a small person behind a large desk sorting out letters from an enor- mous heap. On the door under the word 'Private' I see a name-EVELYN DUERIN- GER, Editor-in-Chief. fEighth, large tan handkerchiefl. A band playing in the Chicago Theatre-3 the audience is applauding it: the bandmaster bows smilingly. His name? It ig FRANCIS BRYANT. Absence makes the hear! grow fonder-of some one else.-juditb Wright. 4 29

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THE DRUMMER 1924 To Evelyn Jones is left Sarepta. Bane's ability as a good cook. Edna Swallow leaves her merry laugh and carefree ways to Hazel Bitters, John Hatteberg leaves his ticket andi seat on the L. E. W. train to Kelly Hill, Verner Frykman gives his non-skid specs to John Fox for future use. Francis Bryant leaves his seat in English Four to Harold Cameron and he may also obtain Francis' book by asking for it. The book is as good as new. William Barrow leaves his standing among the girls of Drummer to anyone who is able to qualify for the same. Ruth Powell's varied Ways and manners to Ethel Cline. Chester Hickerson's position as yell leader to any one who can stand the fussg his standing with the girls to no one. Cleo Pruitt leaves his sheikish ways and his ability as a natural born, oratorf?J to Wilbur Shilts To our Freshman brother Soupy Paxton is left the struggle of attaining the height of Dwight McMurray, Ramona Phares wills her privilege of attending every basket ball game and all other games to Alice Phillips. ' Gladys Leonard leaves her privilege of cheering for the Bookkeeping team tc Goldie Pruitt. The subjoined list will be recognized as entailed estates, to which we do declare the Class of 1925 the real and rightful successors: First, our seats in the assembly and class rooms. May the future Seniors en- deavor to fill them as advantageously, as promptly, and as faithfully as we have done. Our seats in the assembly hall may be taken by whomsoever is able to grab them first, Second, our Senior dignity. May the class of '25 uphold it forever, with all seri- ousness and gravity, endeavoring to realize its vast importance in spite of their natural lightmindedness and irresponsibility. Third, any stubs of pencils, erasers, or scraps of paper that we may leave behind us in the excitement and haste of gathering up our beloved treasures for the last time. May our heirs feel free to use these relics and perhaps derive therefrom our great knowledge. Fourth, next comes the one thing hard for us to part with. To the class of 1925 we leave our places in the hearts and thoughts of our Principal and Teachers. The faculty will love these students, unworthy as we feel they are, even as they have loved usg they will show the same tender kindness and attention that they have bestowed upon us, they will feel the same interest in attempts and successg the same sorrow in failure. We trust that the class of 1925 will appreciate all this as deeply as we have doneg that it may be their most precious possession, although they have many, and the one that we are most loath to hand over to them. Lastly, we bequeath to the leading paper of our city, The Courier , and to the talented editor thereof, all the events of our lives, past, present and to come, with all the wonders. sensations, hair-breadth escapes, glorious attainments, and other deserved or undeserved notoriety and fame with which we may have been, or may' hereafter be associated, trusting that they may furnish plenty of material for news items and some brilliant editorials for ages yet to come, and serve as an inspiration for those younger students who so naturally look to us for example. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and seal at my residence in the City of Gibson, this sixth day of June, in the year one thousand nine hundred and twenty-four. tSea1l GLADYS LEONARD. On this sixth day of June in the year one thousand, nine hundred and twenty-four, Gladys Leonard, the above testator, in our presence and in the presence of each of us, signed and sealed the foregoing instrument and published and declared the same to be the last will and testament, of the Class of 1924, and we thereupon at their request, in their presence, and in the presence of each other, hereunto subscribed our names and residences as attesting witnesses. Glenn M- Kilby, residing at Gibson City, Illinois Louise Lesch, residing at Gibson City, Illinois. 0' silence is golden, she is 24 carat. -Edna Wright. 28

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THE DRUMMER 1924 QNinth, lavender bordered large white silkj. Ah, I see an immense billboard and on it 'Comingl WLLIAM BARROW, w0rld's greatest lover, in 'Love at First Sight. iTenth, tan bordered large white linenl. What is this? Alas! It is so indis- tinct I can hardly tell. I see-a student, a graduating senior at college-Yale it is-Ah, it is the former graduate of Drum-mer Township High School who won the 810,000 prize for the best Chemical Essay in United State-ALFRED BUNTINGJ' 1Eleventh, large gray handkerchiefl. There are many, many people all applaud- ing a young man-a lawyer who has just won the famous ca.se against the well- known monopoly. Who is the young lawyer? It is EDMUND CAMERON? QTwelfth, blue bordered large white linen handkerchiefl. I see justice with her scales, the Supreme Court of United States, the court room, with the desk and -ah!-behind the desk is a familiar face. Whose? Your former classmate, CLARENCE CONRAD. lThirteenth, pink handkerchiefj. What is this? Oh, a school room. There are many, many little children. What is it they are doing? Now I see. They are flock- ed around begging for more stories from their dearest friend and teacher, CONNIE HECKENSJ' iFourteenth, tan linen handkerchiefl. The world's most famous newspaper? I do not understandt Oh. yes, I see it now. The paper's popular feature, the cartoon, 'Dumbell Dora and her friends,' drawn by OWEN CROWE3' iFifteenth, la.vender handkerchiefl. A foreign land, I see. Little people of a different color. Among them a missionary, MARION HUSTON'. lSixteenth, a lace handkerchiefl. A dainty maid in a beautiful white silken gown A long veil hangs from the head to the floor. Orange blossoms are caught in her hair. Ah, a happy bride, VALLA PARKER. fSeventeenth, tan pongee handkerchieflt What is this I hear? EXTRA! EX- TRA! Story and picture of the world's most beautiful building, also picture of arch- itect. His picture is familiar. Where have I seen it before? It was in the 1924 Drummer Annual. It is thine self, ELMER STEINX' fE'ighteenth, brown bordered white handkerchiefj What is it the people are crowding around the newsstands for? Ah, yes! They are trying to get the latest copy of the International Book Review, for in it is the latest article on the best books of 1950 by the world's greatest literary critic, ROBERT YODERX' iNineteenth, small blue linen handkerchiefl. A music conservatory in a large city in the west. Who is it I see at the head of this conservatory? Ah, it is your former pianist, MARGRETHA RASMUSSENX' tTwentieth, white linenl. On the door of a beautiful office room I see PRIVATE SECRETARY' and inside-among all the splendor sits the secretary of John D. Rock- efeller, ROMONA PHARESX' iTwenty-first, brown bordered tan handkerchiefl. What is all this noise? 'Rahl Rah! Rah! Three cheers for the referee and make 'em ring.' A basket ball game be- tween Princeton and Harvard. And who is the referee? It is DIKE McMURRY. iTwenty-second, tan handkerchiefj. Far, far away, in the jungles of Africa I see a man, alone and contented A famous man in the scientific world, a famous re- search worker, ARTHUR HEDLUND. fTwenty-third, a lavender bordered white onel. Another office. Business-like is the Class of '24. It is in a cold country, Canada, a lumber office. The sign on the door reads 'FLOYD TROYER, General Manager of the Fall Water Lumber C0. ' iTwenty-fourth, a small yellow onej. A dressmaking room at Marshall Field's -many, many seamstresses at work-a busy little lady flits hither and thither--the overseer-DOLLIE RIBLETJ' f'I'wenty-fifth, lavender lace-bordered handkerchiefl, There are homes of poor people, little children in need. Yes, now I see a lady distributing food and clothes to them. What a kind sympathetic face she has. Who is she? EDYTHE KOEHLER. fTwenty-sixth, blue bandannal, Acres and acres of plowed prairie-a farmer with his tractor industriously plowing, plowing, plowing-from sunrise 'til sunset- LEE KERCHENFAUTJ' fTwenty-seventh, large white bordered lavender handkerchiefl. I smell limbur- ger cheese, onions and cabbage. It is a grocery store in a little village. Overhead is a sign-'EVAN SPEERS, Grocery Co. ' iTwenty-eighth, large white silkl. I see a collector with many, many speci- mens of postage stamps and insects. A collection of long years of hard work-the collector? Ah, it is LLOYD SAWYER. She is swzfl as the waters.-Evebfn jones. 30