Goode Barren Township High School - Tatler Yearbook (Sesser, IL)

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T H E T A T L E R 17 Iliiiillillilliliilllllllllllliiiiilitillliliiiiiiiitll!!HHilllliilllllltit1I1I41lIiIiillllllililliliiiliiiillNillliilltillilllfill'F1llII!IIIIII!ilIIIlllIIIIIIIIIlllllililliliiiiiliiiillHilllllllll4l4l4l1H11IIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllliliilliiliilliilHillilillllii SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the members of the Senior Class of 1923, of the Goode-Barren Township High School. of the city of Sesser, of the county of Franklin, of the state of Illinois, having maintained our sanity and good judgment throughout this laborious year, do hereby make, declare, and publish this as our last will and testament, hereby declaring all previous agreements to be null and void. BEQUESTS T0 THE FACULTY To all the members of the facility we extend our sincere sympathy, for we know what a task it will be to try to teach wihout US next year. To Mr. Black. A Senior t'lass which will never forget its dignity. To Miss Stiff. A smile to use during the English period and a full case of red ink to distribute wherever she sees need of it. To Miss Brewer. An American History Class that will not go to sleep while she is waging an important battle. To. Mr. Benson. A large size bottle of K IJ X encourage his mustache. To Miss Thomas. A megaphone to whisper through when she is speaking in the assembly. To Miss Smith. Three inches of Miss Thomas's blue dress provided Miss Thomas is willing. CLASS BlCQlTlCS'l'S To the Juniors we bequeath: 1. Our Senior Dignity and ....... 2. Our many privileges and immunities. To the Sophomores we extend our sympathy, since we know the traits ol' the incoming class of Seniors. To the Freshmen we give our best wishes and hope they will climb as rapidly and as high as we have done. PERSONAL REQUESTS 1. I, Marie Britton, bequeath my talkativeness to Jewell Keeling. 2. I, Ruby Cockruni, bequeath my green ear-bobs to Ruth VVard. Ik. I, Margaret Hatcher, bequeath my studiousness to Tommy Camal- etto. 4, T, Frank Jacobson, bequeath my seat to Howard Farmer who seems to have a fondness for the rear of the room. 5. I, Pauline Martel, bequeath my demureness to Mabel Schmuck. fi. I, Perry McCollom, bequeath Lois to Howard Farmer. 7. I, Georgina Mitchell, bequeath all my school property to the G. B. T. II. S. since my future holds no more school days. S. I, Edna Morgan, bequeath all my 1'0S6l'V6 and shyness to Maude Ulayton. MillIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlilllllIIlilllliIilliillllKllllliliIiiIHiiIiliillllllllllliiiliiillIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllilllihliilHillHHHlilllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllillllllllillillllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlillllilllllllliliiliilllilllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllilil . R y 917 'f.

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18 T H E T A T L E R IiIIII!lillllIllllllllillliiillltliilHiillliililHillitllilHillilliiitiiiiiililiiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiiliiiiiiiiiiiillliiiliillllllliitiiitiLIEiitiiEiiiiiiiliiiiiiiitIIIiIiIliitIIIiiillIiiIIIIIIIIIilIIIIIIIIiIiIIiIIIIIIliiiiiiiiilliiiiiiiiillliitiiiiiiiiliillIlliiiiiillililiiiiillililliiiliiiiliiiiiliil 9. I, Fred Schettler, bequeath my fountain pen to a certain group of Freshman girls. 10. I, Kenneth Tippy, bequeath my ability to argue to Hal Stoelzle. 11. I, Amelia Tonozzi, bequeath my temper to Lois Hartley, who may need it in disciplining a certain unruly Senior lad. 12. tl, Celia Zarfas, bequeath my curls to Velma Moore. In witness whereof, we, the Senior Class of '23, hereunto set our hand and seal, this first day of June, nineteen hundred and twenty three. -SEN1ons or 19221 SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY The old clock upon the mantel was slowly ticking the hour. Nine o'- clock. I paused a moment in my knitting to rub my sleepy eyes. 'tliring me the Tatler , I said to Tabby, my old gray cat tand sole companionl as she sat comfortably at my feet before a blazing hearth in the dreary month of December, 1943. I had given this command so often that Tabby knew eX- actly how to obey it. Taking the precious book from her paws, I began to turn the familiar and well worn pages wondering what had become of all my class friends of '23 whose characters were reflected there. I began to read, This is respectfully dedicated to ...... but Nguddenly I could not see, Slumber fell like a cloud on me. And into my soul the vision flew. f'Oh. you hurt! Don't .... At first I could not discover from whence came these decidedly femi- nine sounds of distress. But gradually there appeared before me a scene in a dentist's office. A handsome man with dentist's instruments in hand was bending over an attractive lady. I was amazed! The dentist was cer- tainly no other than Perry Mcflollom, president of our graduating class of '23. And the lady was Miss Ruby Cockrum, our most efficient secretary. 'tVVhy, Ruby, I had just started to pull that tooth and anyway .... VVell, anyway it hurt. But for goodness sakes, Perry Mctlollom. do hurry! I have to prepare my lecture on Bad Boys before seven, and here it is five-thirty alreadyf' I eagerly followed Ruby as she left the dentist's office. We had gone scarcely a block when she accosted a man who greeted her in a very brus- que manner. Ruby cordially extended her hand. Why hello, Fred. I hear that you have just been appointed Presi- dent of the American Farm Bureau Federation. Is that so? 46 .llllllllIIHHllllilllllllllttiitliliiiiilliliiitlHllllilliiiiiiilllilllilllillHillillliiHHlI1l1II1lilllllIll4IiIlIIIII1IIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllIlllllllliiliiiilliiiIliilllllllllrllllilKilllIlliilllllilliiilll1llllIillIIllIIIllllIllIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIlIIIIllIIlllllllllllllllllllllll